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Here in New England: Frenchboro, Maine

Here in New England: Frenchboro, Maine
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“Coming at the start of winter was a mistake,” Dean Lunt says today. He lives off island now, but his history of Frenchboro and Long Island, Hauling by Hand, is a classic study of how geography and people shape each other. “It’s much harder to fit in during winter.”
“If a wife is unhappy, the family will be unhappy,” Danny Lunt’s wife, Linda, says simply. “The women came from all different places. They’d be home alone all day long. Where do you go to hang out? And it can be scary not knowing how things are done. There aren’t any signs that tell you how to help at the fall dinner fundraiser for the church — you just know what to do. There was all this effort to help the men fish, but who put in the effort to help new women fit in?”

Within a few years, all but one of the newcomers had left. Now and then a reporter would do a follow-up about the failure of the homestead project. Then something interesting happened: The spirit of the islanders who had welcomed strangers began to work like a magnet to pull in young people, many of whom had family ties to Frenchboro but had moved away years before. The houses helped, sure, but even more, the word was still out there that here were island fishermen who would help you get started.

This time people stayed. They had children. A preschool began in the church. Islanders learned from the mistakes of years earlier and tried harder to assimilate everyone. People learned that here’s what you need to know to live here: Buy every little kid a present at Christmas. Don’t go off island on Halloween.

In 2000 the Maine Coast Heritage Trust bought some 900 acres of Long Island from a Rockefeller heir, and the stunning beauty of Frenchboro is now safe forever. That is, the land is safe, but Danny Lunt knows how fragile his island’s future remains.

“We’ll never be out of the woods,” he says. “If fuel gets too high, it’ll be impossible to make fishing work … If another storm rips through and destroys the fishing for too long … If the kids leave for high school and don’t come back …”

Maybe all that will happen. But maybe all this spirited tenacity will keep calling people into the harbor, into a school where each child has a laptop and where individual attention isn’t just an educational concept. The names on the schoolbooks still say Lunt, Bishop, Davis — but now they also say Charpentier, Desjardins, Lenfestey, Wiggins, Rozenski.

In late spring, everyone was talking about the new baby just born in Frenchboro. New blood. Native blood.

The 45th Annual Frenchboro Lobster Festival will be held on August 11 this year. Lobster and fixings will be served on the grassy lawn overlooking the harbor from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. The Maine State Ferry Service (passengers only) will make a special round-trip excursion from Bass Harbor departing at 9 a.m. and leaving Frenchboro at 3:30 p.m. For more information, call 207-334-2974 or 207-334-2923.

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2 Responses to Here in New England: Frenchboro, Maine

  1. Richard Leach August 9, 2012 at 5:07 pm #

    In the mid 1960s two of my sisters were among 13 kids adopted on the island. Have always wanted to find out more. This was a great article. I know the whole thing was in several major magazines that time, Life, Readers Digest, etc. in the 1960s.

  2. James Truxes February 13, 2013 at 2:21 pm #

    Looking for photos of Frenchboro, I happened upon this article. I was the teacher at that time. Phoebe and Lilly were in school along with Cheryl Hooper and one of the Holland girls. My two daughters, Rachel and Jeannie, were born while we lived at the Parsonage. Wayne and Pam
    Burgeron, and David and Sandy Lunt along with us, all had babies at the time. Frenchboro was a wonderful place to live. The islanders were very accepting of us despite our funny (Western
    New York) accent. However, Nancy (my wife) had her heart set on moving out west ( which she eventually did). I live in Belfast and work at the Waldo County Technical Center.

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