BEN BUTLER by Richard Strand | Sept 25 - Oct 21 REFUGE*MALJA* by Bess Welden, Arabic Translations by Ali Al Mshakheel | Oct 30 - Nov 18 THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST by Oscar Wilde | Jan 22 - Feb 17 THE HALF LIGHT by Monica Wood | Feb 26 - Mar 24 SKELETON CREW by Dominique Morisseau | Apr 2 - 21 THE LAST FIVE YEARS by Jason Robert Brown | Apr 30 - May 19 FOR INFO: 207.774.0465 www.portlandstage.org 25A Forest Ave, Portland ME BECOME A MEMBER Illustrations by Jamie Hogan O c t o b e r 2 0 1 8 6 7 from top: Ian liggett or deer feeding in the field next to the camp. I loved the smell of the spruce trees, the sound of the river flowing by the camp, and the call of the various birds. I enjoyed hiking into the woods and swimming in the river.” As a Maine guide and game warden, Henry Taylor had plenty adventures to share.“I’d sit and listen to stories of his hunting and fishing adventures every night on the porch of the main cabin,” Dusha says. “I recall several stories of him hav- ing a near death experiences from breaking through ice with snowshoes on, to getting caught in a winter storm while trying to fly his plane out, to breaking his leg when he was at camp at the age of 87.” When the state of Maine acquired the lands that now make up the Allagash Wil- derness Waterway in 1966, Taylor was per- mitted to stay with his cabins. He and Al- ice spent summers at the camps with guests and family members well into the 1980s. Eventually, the Taylor camps went to seed but have since been restored. The origi- nal Moir farmhouse is still (barely) stand- ing. “The last time I was there was in 1993,” Dusha says. “The camps were in disrepair, as my grandfather had died in 1984, but the memories were as vivid as the remain- ing carved names of all who had stayed in the camp years before. It was a bittersweet visit, as I’d thought it would be my last vis- it there.” n “I’ve known you for years. Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young, but I want to tell you I think you’re more beautiful now than then. Rather than your face as a young woman, I prefer your face as it is now. Ravaged.” Marguerite Duras,The Lover