Daughter of Sullivan Simonds and Almira Stacey.
* Langworthy Family; some descendants of Andrew and Rachel (Hubbard) Langworthy ..., by William Franklin Langworthy, 1940, Pg 275)
MAINE
Written in 1929 by Lucia (Simonds) Rogers
I have not much talent for composing rhymes
but as I always like to keep up with the times,
some of the changes in the Pine Tree State
in the past seventy years I would like to relate.
When six years of age to the city I came
that is just across from Auburn, Lewiston by name.
The great waterfall was a wonder to me
and the big Androscoggin that flows to the sea.
The river was wide and water would roll
and when we crossed the bridge we had to pay toll.
I remember there once was a big hill of clay
where oft in my childhood we went to play
and make marbles and dishes by molding the clay.
What became of that hill let the bricklayers say.
It was all cut away and made into brick
and put into buildings with walls high and thick.
Where the cornerstone of Bates College was laid
I marched with the school children in the parade.
My sister much older and smarter than I
worked in the Bates Mill where the shuttles did fly.
So my childhood was passed in this busy mart
and the many recollections are dear to my heart.
But there came a change. When still in my teens
my parents move northward to other new scenes.
We rode in a wagon through woods and o'er hills
till the poor horse was ready to drop in the thilles.
Two worrisome days through the country we rode,
then we came in the evening to our future abode.
To Piscataquis County, the playground of Maine,
we ended our journey in Monson, Maine.
A snug little village of humble estate,
it is now quite a "burg" producing much slate.
Years long gone by, men walked with their packs
to their work in the woods and to live in shacks
while they cut down the timber of spruce and pine
which was put into buildings both cozy and fine.
Where those trails were then, there are roads near and far
and they travel there now in high-powered cars.
The railroads have come and electricity too,
and autos and tractors and airplanes also.
The attractions of Maine are beyond compare.
We have mineral springs and health-giving air.
Our roads are the finest that ever could be
and 3,000 miles of coastline along the sea.
Our woods and streams abounding with game
appeal to the sportsmen who come for the same.
And so we are proud of our good state of Maine.
May she ever move onward and always remain
as good and loyal as she is today
to the state and her natives, her work and her play.
* Langworthy Family; some descendants of Andrew and Rachel (Hubbard) Langworthy ..., by William Franklin Langworthy, 1940, Pg 275)
MAINE
Written in 1929 by Lucia (Simonds) Rogers
I have not much talent for composing rhymes
but as I always like to keep up with the times,
some of the changes in the Pine Tree State
in the past seventy years I would like to relate.
When six years of age to the city I came
that is just across from Auburn, Lewiston by name.
The great waterfall was a wonder to me
and the big Androscoggin that flows to the sea.
The river was wide and water would roll
and when we crossed the bridge we had to pay toll.
I remember there once was a big hill of clay
where oft in my childhood we went to play
and make marbles and dishes by molding the clay.
What became of that hill let the bricklayers say.
It was all cut away and made into brick
and put into buildings with walls high and thick.
Where the cornerstone of Bates College was laid
I marched with the school children in the parade.
My sister much older and smarter than I
worked in the Bates Mill where the shuttles did fly.
So my childhood was passed in this busy mart
and the many recollections are dear to my heart.
But there came a change. When still in my teens
my parents move northward to other new scenes.
We rode in a wagon through woods and o'er hills
till the poor horse was ready to drop in the thilles.
Two worrisome days through the country we rode,
then we came in the evening to our future abode.
To Piscataquis County, the playground of Maine,
we ended our journey in Monson, Maine.
A snug little village of humble estate,
it is now quite a "burg" producing much slate.
Years long gone by, men walked with their packs
to their work in the woods and to live in shacks
while they cut down the timber of spruce and pine
which was put into buildings both cozy and fine.
Where those trails were then, there are roads near and far
and they travel there now in high-powered cars.
The railroads have come and electricity too,
and autos and tractors and airplanes also.
The attractions of Maine are beyond compare.
We have mineral springs and health-giving air.
Our roads are the finest that ever could be
and 3,000 miles of coastline along the sea.
Our woods and streams abounding with game
appeal to the sportsmen who come for the same.
And so we are proud of our good state of Maine.
May she ever move onward and always remain
as good and loyal as she is today
to the state and her natives, her work and her play.
Daughter of Sullivan Simonds and Almira Stacey.
* Langworthy Family; some descendants of Andrew and Rachel (Hubbard) Langworthy ..., by William Franklin Langworthy, 1940, Pg 275)
MAINE
Written in 1929 by Lucia (Simonds) Rogers
I have not much talent for composing rhymes
but as I always like to keep up with the times,
some of the changes in the Pine Tree State
in the past seventy years I would like to relate.
When six years of age to the city I came
that is just across from Auburn, Lewiston by name.
The great waterfall was a wonder to me
and the big Androscoggin that flows to the sea.
The river was wide and water would roll
and when we crossed the bridge we had to pay toll.
I remember there once was a big hill of clay
where oft in my childhood we went to play
and make marbles and dishes by molding the clay.
What became of that hill let the bricklayers say.
It was all cut away and made into brick
and put into buildings with walls high and thick.
Where the cornerstone of Bates College was laid
I marched with the school children in the parade.
My sister much older and smarter than I
worked in the Bates Mill where the shuttles did fly.
So my childhood was passed in this busy mart
and the many recollections are dear to my heart.
But there came a change. When still in my teens
my parents move northward to other new scenes.
We rode in a wagon through woods and o'er hills
till the poor horse was ready to drop in the thilles.
Two worrisome days through the country we rode,
then we came in the evening to our future abode.
To Piscataquis County, the playground of Maine,
we ended our journey in Monson, Maine.
A snug little village of humble estate,
it is now quite a "burg" producing much slate.
Years long gone by, men walked with their packs
to their work in the woods and to live in shacks
while they cut down the timber of spruce and pine
which was put into buildings both cozy and fine.
Where those trails were then, there are roads near and far
and they travel there now in high-powered cars.
The railroads have come and electricity too,
and autos and tractors and airplanes also.
The attractions of Maine are beyond compare.
We have mineral springs and health-giving air.
Our roads are the finest that ever could be
and 3,000 miles of coastline along the sea.
Our woods and streams abounding with game
appeal to the sportsmen who come for the same.
And so we are proud of our good state of Maine.
May she ever move onward and always remain
as good and loyal as she is today
to the state and her natives, her work and her play.
* Langworthy Family; some descendants of Andrew and Rachel (Hubbard) Langworthy ..., by William Franklin Langworthy, 1940, Pg 275)
MAINE
Written in 1929 by Lucia (Simonds) Rogers
I have not much talent for composing rhymes
but as I always like to keep up with the times,
some of the changes in the Pine Tree State
in the past seventy years I would like to relate.
When six years of age to the city I came
that is just across from Auburn, Lewiston by name.
The great waterfall was a wonder to me
and the big Androscoggin that flows to the sea.
The river was wide and water would roll
and when we crossed the bridge we had to pay toll.
I remember there once was a big hill of clay
where oft in my childhood we went to play
and make marbles and dishes by molding the clay.
What became of that hill let the bricklayers say.
It was all cut away and made into brick
and put into buildings with walls high and thick.
Where the cornerstone of Bates College was laid
I marched with the school children in the parade.
My sister much older and smarter than I
worked in the Bates Mill where the shuttles did fly.
So my childhood was passed in this busy mart
and the many recollections are dear to my heart.
But there came a change. When still in my teens
my parents move northward to other new scenes.
We rode in a wagon through woods and o'er hills
till the poor horse was ready to drop in the thilles.
Two worrisome days through the country we rode,
then we came in the evening to our future abode.
To Piscataquis County, the playground of Maine,
we ended our journey in Monson, Maine.
A snug little village of humble estate,
it is now quite a "burg" producing much slate.
Years long gone by, men walked with their packs
to their work in the woods and to live in shacks
while they cut down the timber of spruce and pine
which was put into buildings both cozy and fine.
Where those trails were then, there are roads near and far
and they travel there now in high-powered cars.
The railroads have come and electricity too,
and autos and tractors and airplanes also.
The attractions of Maine are beyond compare.
We have mineral springs and health-giving air.
Our roads are the finest that ever could be
and 3,000 miles of coastline along the sea.
Our woods and streams abounding with game
appeal to the sportsmen who come for the same.
And so we are proud of our good state of Maine.
May she ever move onward and always remain
as good and loyal as she is today
to the state and her natives, her work and her play.
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