Waterville resident Tom Savinelli recalls being reunited with a woman whose life he and three other firefighters helped save 34 years ago in Connecticut when she was a toddler and fell into a swimming pool.
Columns
News columns from staff writers and contributors to the Kennebec Journal and Morning Sentinel.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine, Local & State
J.P. Devine: The woman I’m calling today
No matter where he happened to be in his travels, J.P. Devine always had a bucketful of change to dump into a pay phone to call his mother on Mother’s Day.
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Posted inColumns, Dana Wilde, Local & State
Dana Wilde: Horseshoe crabs and the beginning of time
The earliest horseshoe crab fossil is about 445 million years old, which means they scuttled across the floors of Earth’s silent seas roughly 350 million years before any flower blossomed, writes Dana Wilde.
Posted inAmy Calder, Columns, Local & State
Amy Calder: The joy of living uncomplicated lives
Clarence Spaulding, 77, and Vicky LaBrie, 76, talk about the past as they visit the RiverWalk at Head of Falls in Waterville.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine, Local & State
J.P. Devine: Everyone’s job is a temp job
And it may only last from day to day or hour to hour, but the memories can last a lifetime, J.P. Devine writes.
Posted inColumns, Liz Soares, Local & State
Liz Soares: The magic of the library
Today’s library is a place where people come together and interact, or just be themselves among others, writes Liz Soares.
Posted inAmy Calder, Op-Eds
Amy Calder: May is just a breath away
After all the April rains, we can look forward to sun and May flowers.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine
J.P. Devine: The world of ‘stuff’ where guys are supposed to have an edge
“Guy stuff” is items you find in a hardware store that, until recently, J.P had the advantage of, with help from his street friends.
Posted inColumns, Dana Wilde, Local & State
Dana Wilde: The birds are back in town
Perennially, Dana Wilde writes, questions abound about what our feathered friends are saying as their songs fill woods.
Posted inColumns, J.P. Devine
J.P. Devine: An Easter morning only the stones remember
There are mornings that stick to our eyes like the pennies the old Irish put on the eyes of the dead, J.P. Devine writes.