Robbinston, Maine sits across the St.Croix River from St. Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada. My grandmother, Mary Elizabeth Trimble remembers growing up in Robbinston where she could stand on the shore and wave to her grandmother across the water. I don’t know whether they really could wave a scarf or something to see each other, but she asked me to wave to Bayside for her when we visited Robbinston in 1968. Her Trimble grandparents had grown up in Bayside and St. Andrews, married there and then moved to Robbinston where John Trimble had worked with his uncles since 1830. Her father, John Charles Fremont Trimble grew up farming near Trimble Mountain in a family of 12 children and 6 cousins whose parents had died. So Mary grew up with lots of family about her, with women who were good household managers while the men worked at farming, fishing, carpentry and the occasional sojourn to Eastport to work in the canning industry. She was the oldest of three children, Mary, Larry and Harry. One day her mother made an unusual treat for them, and a little neighbor boy came in from play to eat with them. In his squeaky little voice he commented, “Goodness, Mary, doesn’t your mother make good custard, and how does she get it so cold?” (Taken from Memories by L. Curtis Raynes)For more USGS maps like this in the New England States, check out this link: http://docs.unh.edu/nhtopos/nhtopos.htm
