A Moose and a Lobster Walk into a Bar: Tales from Maine
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A Moose and a Lobster Walk Into a Bar is a wonderful mix of classic Maine storytelling, stretched truths and wry observations made by John McDonald during his many travels through the Pine Tree State. In this collection of essays and stories, John extols the important economic power of Maine's Yard Sale Industry, bemoans that Massachusetts, still upset because it allowed Maine to become a state in 1820, is buying it back one house at a time and relates how the state's infamous black fly was really just an attempt at controlling tourists gone haywire. You will also meet Maine characters like Uncle Abner, Merrill Minzey and Hollis Eaton, and find yourself pondering just where the truth ends and the story begins.
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John McDonald is a Neyhiyaw/Metis multidisciplinary artist and author from Treaty Six Territory in Northern Saskatchewan. A sixth-generation direct descendant of Nehiyawak Chief Mistawasis, John is one of the founding members of the P.A. Lowbrow art movement and is the Vice President of the Indigenous Peoples Artists Collective. John has studied at the prestigious University of Cambridge in England where, in July 2000, he made international headlines by symbolically 'discovering' and 'claiming' England for the First Peoples of the Americas. John is also an acclaimed public speaker, who has presented in venues across the globe. John has been honoured with several grants from the Saskatchewan Arts Board.
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A Moose and a Lobster Walk into a Bar - John McDonald
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John McDonald
ISLANDPORT PRESS • YARMOUTH • MAINE
Islandport Press Inc.
P.O. Box 10
Yarmouth, Maine 04096
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Copyright © 2002 by John McDonald
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the Publisher.
eISBN: 978-1-934031-85-8
Library of Congress Control Number: 2002109648
First edition published August 2002.
Subsequent editions in January 2003, August 2003, August 2004, June 2005, February 2006, December 2006, February 2009, and April 2011.
Book design by Islandport Press
Book cover design by Karen Hoots / Hoots Design
Cover photography by Jill Brady
To Ann for all her support and to the pets who at least behaved
Acknowledgments
I am grateful to the many newspaper editors who one by one made the decision to publish my stories. My thanks go especially to Tom Kelch, former executive editor of the Lewiston Sun Journal, who first suggested I write a weekly column and then agreed to carry it in his newspaper.
I am also grateful to my editor and publisher, Dean Lunt of Islandport Press, who said he saw a book in these writings and was determined to find it.
This book and many others would not be possible without public libraries and the helpful people who staff them. I particularly want to thank Mike Dignan of the South Paris Public Library and Ann Siekman at the Norway Library.
Thanks must also go to my storytelling friend and colleague, Kendall Morse, the Down East storyteller most of us think of when we think of Down East stories. And a thank you should probably go to my other colleagues in the story-telling community. They know who they are and what they’ve done.
There are so many other people I should thank at this point – like all those folks through the years who have contributed to our store of Down East stories. Because I can’t possibly name them all, I will just acknowledge their important contributions.
And, most important, I would like to thank my wife Ann for her unflagging support and encouragement during the seven long and sometimes difficult years that this book was under construction.
John McDonald
South Paris, Maine
Contents
Introduction
That Reminds Me of a Story
Black Flies, Mud Season and Summer Complaints
Local Color
Of the People
I’m Glad You Asked
I Remember
John McDonald
Introduction
Have you heard the one about the moose and the lobster who went into a bar? No, I didn’t think so, and I’m sure you never will. If you travel around Maine looking for laughs, you’ll find them – but you’ll never find them linked to lines like: How many lobstermen does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
The sheer velocity of life in Maine is slower than other places, so our humor tends to be unhurried; it’s allowed to take its time and develop unimpeded as it should – the way we’ve always liked it.
Fact is, we’ve never liked telling those quick one-liners they like to tell in places like New York and Las Vegas. That’s one reason we don’t live in those places. In Maine we tell stories from life, and feel the storyteller should take as much time as he or she needs to tell a good story right. If you find the stories funny – even if you double over laughing and have trouble breathing and need oxygen – that’s fine. But you won’t offend anyone – least of all the storyteller – if you just sit there and nod your head or stare at the floor waiting for the next story.
Where I grew up, the men who gathered every morning at the store in town or on the wharfs didn’t tell jokes. They were storytellers, and so they told stories – yarns that had been handed down from the loggers and sailors who had worked Maine’s woods and bays and spun their yarns in earlier times.
Over the years as these local narrators told their stories, the tales were doctored, adulterated, revived, repaired, reconditioned, occasionally remodeled, and even rejuvenated into the stories we love to tell today.
This book began as an attempt to collect some of those fine stories and write them down, to give readers some idea of what Maine storytelling was like years ago and what it’s like today. I felt this was a good time for such a book because many of Maine’s best local stores and wharfs are changing or are no longer in business, and the colorful local storytellers who performed regularly in these venues are no longer with us.
Back in 1995 when these stories first appeared in newspapers around the state, I would put my email address (story-tellers@maine.com) at the bottom of the column. From the first week I began receiving all kinds of mail from all kinds of people asking all kinds of questions – most of them related to Maine. Those letters and my responses make up another part of this book. But even here, I always tried to answer those questions in the tradition and the voice of a Maine storyteller.
Since everyone is a critic, I know that readers will decide, individually, whether I succeeded or not.
Another part of this book contains my objective comments about items that appeared over the years in the newspapers I read. Here – as you will soon see – I make reasoned, dispassionate comments about everything from a plan to retrain Down East fishermen for land-based careers,
to spending over $300,000 – from the federal treasury – on a trail-side outhouse.
Again, I tried to respond as if I were in a local store or on a wharf somewhere Down East, holding a copy of the Bangor Daily News.
The last chapter is called I remember ...,
and contains stories inspired by events I recall from my life here in Maine. Even here I write of these events in the voice of a storyteller, not a historian. Most stories in this chapter are told as they happened – or as I remember them – and the people described are real.
But some of the stories in this final chapter contain composite characters, such as Uncle Abner, that I created by combining the qualities and quotes of relatives, friends and acquaintances from my past. Some of these stories also contain fictionalized events – but all characters and events are based on real people and actual events from my life.
For best results, you should take this book (after paying for it, of course) and find a good hammock set up in a quiet spot in the shade between two large trees by the water, and as you read, try to imagine the voices of those storytellers from the past.
I’d be curious to know what you think.
A Moose and a Lobster Walk into a Bar ...
Chapter One
That Reminds Me of a Story
Nate Tuttle awoke one morning to find that his wife Effy had died right there in bed beside him sometime during the night. At first he wasn’t sure, so he administered the foggy mirror test.
With the foggy mirror test, you hold a small mirror up to someone’s nostrils for a minute or two, and if they’re able to fog the mirror, they’re still breathing. I’m told it’s a test sometimes given to government employees to help determine their precise status with the government.
In any event, Effy Tuttle failed the foggy mirror test.
Nate was a man of few words, so rather than bother anyone with a lot of needless detail on Effy’s death, he merely told the family seated in the kitchen: You won’t have to make breakfast for Mother this morning,
and then he headed to the barn to build a coffin.
All morning he worked, and by noon he had fashioned a beautiful pine box for his late wife.
The two older boys, Lewis and Thurston, helped him move the coffin upstairs.
Lewis and Thurston were good boys, truth be known. Yes, they were in their thirties and still lived at home, and they were a little slow. But, they were awful hard workers, and, if properly supervised, they could be very helpful. Nate explained to the boys that he planned to place their deceased mother into the coffin, take the coffin downstairs, put it into the pickup and drive it into town to Minzey’s Funeral Home.
Like many old Maine farmhouses, the old Tuttle place had a neck-breaking staircase that was steep, narrow and winding. It took Nate and the boys a while, but they managed to get the coffin up the stairs and into the bedroom. With great care, they placed Effy into the coffin, placed the lid on, nailed it shut and carried her downstairs.
Once downstairs, the two boys took over by themselves. They solemnly carried Effy, uncharacteristically laying there all peaceful-like, through the kitchen, out the back door, across the small dooryard and toward the truck. Not looking as closely as they should have at where they were going, they managed to slam the coffin into the fencepost at the edge of the dooryard.
With the jolt, Effy bolted up in the coffin and gave Nate and the boys quite a surprise, as you might imagine.
Effy, for her part, was none too pleased to wake up in a coffin. Nate began apologizing as best he could for the confusion, but knew he was in for a long siege.
Sure enough, for another twenty years Effy gave Nate almost daily reminders of the unfortunate coffin incident. But then one day, she really did die.
Being a thrifty Down Easter, Nate had kept the pine coffin in a special place in the barn. So, once again, he and his two boys – still living at home, but still good boys – carried the coffin into the house and up the stairs.
Once again, they carefully placed Effy into the coffin and began carrying her down the steep stairs.
As before, the two boys took over at the bottom of the stairs and carried the coffin through the kitchen and out the back door toward the pickup in the yard.
While the boys were going about the work of carrying their mother out of the house in a coffin for the second time in twenty years, Nate decided to take a short break. He went to the cupboard for a cup, and then over to the stove for some coffee, with the idea that he was going to sit down in the now quiet kitchen for a few minutes and relax.
But just as he was pouring the coffee, his eyes bolted wide open and he stood arrow-straight as he suddenly remembered the unfortunate coffin incident of twenty years earlier. He dropped his cup, ran to the door as quickly as he could and hollered out to his sons, Whatever you do, boys, steer clear of that damn fencepost!
Iwas sitting at the supper table enjoying a nice ham dinner the other day, when suddenly I was reminded of Billy Carpenter from back home. Poor William – not exactly the brightest bulb on the coast.
Anyway, it came to pass that one day, a distant relative died, and for some reason left Billy a prize-winning sow.
Now, as I said, Billy didn’t come with a full set of rafters, meaning he would have had trouble making himself a ham and Swiss sandwich, let alone trying to figure out what to do with a prize pig.
He discussed his problem with his neighbor, Tink Billings, who told Billy he should breed the prize-winning pig and before long he’d have all kinds of piglets to sell for all kinds of money.
Billy thought that was a fine idea, but didn’t know how to breed a pig. Tink told Billy to call on Merrill Minzey, who just happened to own a prize-winning boar.
It will be easy,
Tink said. Just put your sow in your pickup, drive her down to Merrill Minzey’s house, and then put her into that boar’s pen.
Tink assured Billy that he wouldn’t have to worry any more about it after that.
Those two pigs will know what to do,
Tink said.
So, after making arrangements, Billy took his prize sow and put her into the front seat of his pickup. He figured a prize-winning sow shouldn’t be riding in the back of a pick-up like an ordinary animal because there’s just no telling what might happen.
Anyway, Billy drove her down to Merrill’s house, where he and Merrill guided the sow down into the pen of Merrill’s prize boar. The two men then went up to the kitchen for some coffee and a little conversation, and to give the pig and the boar a little privacy.
After a couple of hours, Billy went back down to the pen and retrieved his sow, put her into his pickup, and drove her home. He then put her back in her own pen and went up to his house for lunch.
Now, like I said before, Billy didn’t have both his oars in the water, so when he got up the next morning he just assumed he’d see a healthy bunch of prize piglets down in the sow’s pen. He was anxious to sell them as soon as he could. Instead, he found nothing in the pen but the sow standing there wagging her curly tail.
Now, Merrill had told Billy that he wouldn’t be around for a few weeks, but that he would leave word with his farmhands that Billy could bring his sow back, if necessary, any time he wanted.
Undeterred by the previous morning’s setback, Billy put his sow back in the pickup, drove back to Merrill’s, put the pig