At home in Hallowell.
Hubbard Free Library
Nearly 400 years later another man stood on the hillside overlooking the Kennebec and reflected on what had attracted him to Hallowell, a place he now called home. He was Baron Wormser, Poet Laureate of the state of Maine, and he recorded his impressions in a piece written for the December 2004 issue of Down East magazine entitled “The Chosen Place”:
Hallowell is a beautiful town in which to walk around. My wife and I love to look at old houses, and this town has tons of them. Though we appreciate the styles and though there are, for instance, some fine Federal-style houses in Hallowell, it’s the quirkiness and randomness of the houses that charm, how they have grown over time and stretched in various directions. A small cape will abut a Victorian; a bungalow will sit beside what once must have been a farmhouse. One feels in the presence of each house a sense of history, of how numerous other generations have lived, of how on another day in another century someone in homespun or dimity or calico stared out the window you are looking at.