The first time I went to Monhegan Island TrueBlue

The first time I went to Monhegan, the island was shrouded in fog. I walked down past Lobster Cove and sat on the rocks. A gaff-rigged sailboat appeared out of the fog and came about directly in front of me The sails were blue tinted, the boat was blue, the sky was blue and the ocean was blue with sparkly light I’d never seen anything quite like it. I fell in love with the island.

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“Listen to this radio! You’re hearing about a young lady who’s dead and you’re doing this crap!” It finally hit him, and he just started crying.

Susan Haughwout

As we worked, I’d go outside to check the river. A couple of times I came back inside and told the group, “It’s getting really bad. We better go.” And they just said, “No, we’re not done yet.” At one point I went out and saw that the water had breached the bridge and all this stuff was pouring over it—dumpsters, propane tanks, logs—just flying past.

Finally at around 10:30 I saw that the water was coming up to the sidewalk and told the group that we needed to leave and get to safety. Ann had borrowed my car to get a camera so we could document things, and when we stepped back outside, she couldn’t find my keys. We took a quick look through the office, but it was hopeless. The car was parked in front of the building, right in the path of the water. Poor Ann was so upset, because we both knew it wouldn’t survive, but I didn’t care. I told her, “It’s a car, it’s not a big deal.”

Bert Wurzberger

The water was probably five feet high on Main Street. There was this telephone pole that had started to come down, and right next to it was this giant propane tank. I saw a bunch of people standing in the water on the lawn of the Wilmington Inn. I yelled, “You need to run.” Everybody got out of there except for this 10-year-old kid who just stood there. I don’t know if he froze or what. So I grabbed him and pulled him onto the porch, and at that very second the pole crashed into the water, and there was this huge explosion. It made this incredible Bang!

Patty Reagan

We couldn’t see the part of the building that was the kitchen, which was cantilevered over the river. But seeing everything else happening, I figured it had been sheared off. It was old construction, and I couldn’t imagine it had survived. Later, I couldn’t believe it had hung on. The old girl was tougher than I thought.