"How Chris and I got to Phillipstown was nothing special in itself, but knowing now the direction of things to come, it was actually one of those "a-ha!" moments. Life is full of them, but we seldom see them at the time. We can always look back on a lifetime and see the connections, and yet, when in the midst of it, we are often too caught up in the day to day moments of our lives and too busy to recognize things of importance. . ."

Phillipstown, Maine. . .

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Auma reflects on her friendship with The Society of Sisters and raising their children, "Life was a continuous adventure for us back then. Every day held opportunity to find excitement in the mundane. . . in the winter, we made blanket tent cities across our living rooms or went sledding down the big hill behind the gazebo in town. Spring brought scavenger hunts in the park, trips to Fort Foster, bike parades and birthday parties. With summer breezes at our back, the girls and I with our kids in tow would trek out to Drakes Island. On the wonderful cove side of the beach, we would sprawl out and take over the entire place. With each of us having two or more kids, we would use winter sleds to pull all the never-ending baby and toddler equipment over the sand out to our special spot. Little feet walked behind us like baby chicks in a row. Across the sand they toddled happily with pails and shovels held tightly in tiny hands. . . There, on our soft sand paradise, we appreciated just how special this friendship was. As a group we could make an ordinary day into a celebration."

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