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Spy Agent Report: A Morning of Log Canoe Races

July 1, 2025 by Spy Agent 8 Leave a Comment

On the advice of a good friend, this spy travelled to St. Michaels early on Sunday morning to board the Patriot at the Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum. My mission was to observe and photograph the log canoe race held on the Miles River. 

Because the agency is committed to monitoring everything that goes on in St. Michaels, I considered my trip to be an agency mission. The mission was a success.

Pictures often provide more intelligence than written reports, even when written by the best spies working for the agency. That is the case here. My photographs give an accurate record of what transpired at Miles on the morning of June 29th. 

If asked, and to date I haven’t been asked, to provide a one-word assessment of what I witnessed, my response would be “beauty.” (Yes, I know, that word does not often appear in this spy’s reports.)

Without further description, here is a sampling of the photos I captured last Sunday morning:

Note that the log canoes are not all the same size. The difference in boat size is factored into determining the winner of the race. The larger log canoes, because they travel faster than the smaller ones, are awarded “time” based on their size. Thus, even though a large log canoe may cross the finish line first, it may not win the race.

Yes, I know it’s a bit complicated, but accuracy in our assessment of the outcome requires us to understand, at least superficially, the rules of the race.

This small log canoe necessitated careful coordination of the crew to avoid an unscheduled swim in the Miles.

This spy wishes he were a sailor, but he’s not—difficulty in determining which boat was doing what was experienced. 

Observing the log canoe race was most enjoyable. I am available for future races.

One last photograph. I took over 200 . . . 

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Additional log canoe races are scheduled for July 27 and 28, and Sept. 7, 8, 14, and 15. Information on the races, the Patriot, and the opportunity to purchase tickets can be found at: https://cbmm.org/resources_tags/log-canoe-races/.

 

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Filed Under: 9 Brevities

The Rose Garden by Katherine Emery General

June 30, 2025 by Kate Emery General Leave a Comment

With everything in the news these past two weeks, I’ve found myself thinking about my family, and how, really, everything is connected. Einstein once said, “look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.” But I think that he really meant: “ look deep into your family, and you will understand everything better, or realize that chaos is inevitable.”

Physics tells us that everything is related, actions create reactions and forces push and pull. I see that playing out on every scale especially in current events.

My dad held very conservative political views. After serving in the Pacific Theater as a Naval Officer in World War II, he was acutely aware of the devastating effects of war. Our nightly dinner conversations often revolved around our day, current events, and world news. In winter, when we discussed the weather, it was mainly about how much snow we might get for skiing. In summer, it was all about how important rain was for my mom’s rose garden.

I grew up believing communism was not a workable concept, despite its appealing promise of equality. As a seventh-grade student, I was taught that America needed to help South Vietnam hold onto its freedom from communist rule. Sending in our military seemed like the answer and the right thing to do. Watching the draft lottery on live tv in December of 1969 was deeply upsetting, just knowing that boys as young as eighteen could be sent to fight a war so far from home.

As the spring of 1970 approached, my Dad received news that he had been admitted to the Supreme Court Bar. He was to fly to Washington, D.C. for a swearing in ceremony and then was invited to the White House for a reception in the Rose Garden with President Nixon. Of course, my Mom would be joining him for both the ceremony and the reception.

My grandparents were in charge of us while my parents were in Washington. My brother, Harris, had suffered a terrible ski accident in January and was now in a full thigh-to-foot cast, relying on crutches to get around. He had broken so many bones that the surgery required metal rods and screws to hold everything together.

To help pass the time, and ease the boredom and frustration of not skiing, my brothers and I invented a competition to see how long we could balance ourselves on the crutches with our feet pressed against the wall. Harris quickly became the reigning champion despite having to lift and hold his heavy cast, that is until he lost his balance, fell, and broke his cast. My grandfather was perturbed. It was good for Harris, though, because his cast was reduced to just below his knee and included a rubber heel for walking. This newfound mobility, was thrilling, which he took too far when he broke the new cast while out riding his bike. My grandfather had gone from exasperated to completely beside himself.

Meanwhile, my parents missed their flight from Denver to Casper (my grandfather was paged over one of the dreaded white, (bad news) phones at the airport). Needless to say, my grandfather was truly vexed.

Finally, when my parents arrived, my mom was bursting with excitement about meeting President Nixon. But in truth, what delighted her most was simply spending time among the countless beautiful roses. She later remarked that the experience rivaled the famous cherry tree blossoms, truly a gardener’s dream.

My dad passed away before the disgrace and shame of Nixon’s Watergate scandal came to light, but I can still clearly hear him saying, “feet of clay,” a phrase that refers to a hidden flaw or weakness in an otherwise admirable person.

I also remember an offhand comment my dad made one evening at dinner. At the time, I didn’t fully understand it, but his words have stayed with me for years: “The third World War and potential downfall of this country will come from within, we’ll collapse like a third-world country.”

Looking back, I realize my dad’s grim dinner-table predictions weren’t just warnings, they were reminders. Reminders that what holds a family or a country together is resilience and humor, even if the leader of the free world turns out to have clay feet.

 


Kate Emery General is a retired chef/restaurant owner who was born and raised in Casper, Wyoming. Kate loves her grandchildren, knitting, and watercolor painting. Kate and her husband, Matt, are longtime residents of Cambridge’s West End, where they enjoy swimming and bicycling. 

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Spy Eye: The Community Gardens of Easton

June 29, 2025 by Jason Elias 9 Comments

Easton, Maryland, is renowned for its bucolic scenery and its quaint, warm atmosphere. In fact, Country Living recently named Easton one of the best small towns in America, citing its small-town ethos, accessibility, and charm.

Easton is also known for its “Community Gardens.” The community gardens are certain areas maintained by the Garden Club of the Eastern Shore, and even if you think you’ve seen them, you have. Here are some of the gardens and spaces that help beautify our atmosphere and our town:

The Five Corners Fountain Garden

You see this one on the right when you’re coming from the YMCA. Although it’s seemed like it’s always been there, the Five Corners Fountain Garden has been in Easton since 1987. The FCFG offers a measure of peace and tranquility in an area that some might find too ornate.

Note: I went there one day, and it was great to see the fountain working. The Italianate fountain was set in between a great array of flowers that will manage to cheer up the saddest even on a cloudy day. Park benches and a small walkway are also featured to make this garden seem like a getaway unto itself.

The Five Corners Fountain Garden is located in the same place but the street has a new name, Charles Jenkins Corner, named after the beloved crossing guard who retired after 45 years.

Frances Plate Memorial Children’s Garden

The Frances Plate Memorial Children’s Garden is one of the newest additions to Talbot County. Like this Five Corners Fountain Garden, this is located in Idlewild Park.

This garden was created in 2001 and occupies a half-acre of land.  The garden is named after Frances Plate, who was a former Garden Club member and St. Michaels resident. She passed away in 1996.

The garden is situated in a previously underutilized part of the park. The children’s garden features a boat, a walking area for families, benches, and a sculptured depiction of three children. Also featured is an engraved stone inscribed with the words: Frances Plate Memorial Children’s Garden 2002.

Talbot Historical Society Garden

If the Talbot Historical Society Garden seems to be a vestige of old Easton and representative of how quaint and enduring the town can to be, it’s with good reason. Miss Kathleen Cowgill designed the original gardens in a traditional English style that suited the surrounding areas. The site features a brick arrangement, a gazebo and visitors are greeted with a sign that says, “The Gardens.”

The layout features an especially beautiful arrangement of flowers, and the site is meticulously maintained.

Talbot Historical Society Garden is on a one-acre site and big enough for renting for gatherings, weddings, and painters, and the artists from Plein-Air are often seen there taking advantage of the natural beauty and ambiance of the site.

Note: When I was looking around, taking pictures, and enjoying the site, a young couple was out there strolling. This area is well known for attracting out-of-towners and those who love scenic beauty.

Gardens of the Talbot County Public Library

When you enter the Talbot County Public Library, you are greeted with a well-manicured flower arrangement. The Talbot County Library was built in 1977 and replaced the one that was opposite Cherry’s.

This site remains lovingly maintained by the Talbot County Garden Club, and flowers and pots are there year-round. In recent times, a bench has been added for children to draw, sit during the nice weather, and do outside activities.

The Thompson Park Garden

The Thompson Park Garden is located in Easton. Although Idewild is Easton’s best-known park, Thompson Park and the Thompson Park Garden are also places of rest, relaxation, and beauty. The design was originally done in 1972 by Elizabeth Meade Arthur, and twenty years after the original plans, Stuart Dawson expanded on the vision.

By the 1990s, Thompson Park had gained more recognition for its design and ambiance as a variety of people and groups congregated during the era of increased tourism. In 2015 more changes were made and a plaque is at the site to commemorate the time.

Currently, even more changes have been implemented to coincide with the 50th anniversary of the site. Like all of the best areas in town, the beauty doesn’t happen by itself; the Talbot County Garden Club works hard at this site too.

The  Talbot County Garden Club no longer maintains the Courthouse but they keep an eye on it as well as other places in the area.

The Talbot Garden Club is renowned in the community and is often featured in articles from Bethesda Magazine to the Talbot Spy. The Talbot Garden Club also donates flowers to local businesses and institutions, such as Talbot Interfaith Shelter and Talbot Hospice.

Recently, the Talbot County Garden Club was a big part of the Easton May Day Celebration and judged the flower arrangements that were created downtown. The TCGG also has symposiums for authors versed in horticulture and arrangements. Currently, over 100 volunteers assist in planting, arranging, and sculpting the flowers into the beautiful sites we see today.

The Talbot County Garden Club was started in 1917 and has spent the decades taking care of landmarks in the area. The community gardens give our area its character and its beauty, and they help make our region one of the most beloved in the region.

Jason Elias is a pop culture historian and a music journalist.

 

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July 25 Sky-Watch Planets and Meteors by Dennis Herrmann

June 29, 2025 by Dennis Herrman Leave a Comment

This July Mars appears low in our western sky for an hour or two after sunset.  Spotting it will be made easier if binoculars are used.  Mars’ orbital motion against out skies is taking it across southern Leo and towards Virgo.
On July 1st Mars is just right(west) of Regulus, brightest star in Leo, while a nice waxing crescent Moon is just below and left of the red planet.  Later,  on July 27th, a slender crescent Moon will be seen to the right (west) of Mars.  By then, Mars will have moved into Virgo.  On July 28th the Moon will be left and below Mars.  Look for them one hour after sunset in the west because they will be quite low to the horizon.
Little detail of Mars’ surface will be visible even through telescopes this month because Mars is quite far away from Earth just now.
Binoculars will, however, allow us to find very distant Neptune because it appears rather close to Saturn all month.  Neptune will appear as a bluish dot of light just above (1 degree) Saturn.  And on July 16th the waning crescent Moon is just above Saturn with Neptune in between the two planets.  Look for all these in the early morning eastern sky, well placed above the horizon 2 hours before sunrise.
At its peak of July 31st, the southern Delta Aquariid meteor shower should produce 15 to 20 meteors per hour.  Look for them in the southwestern sky 1 hour before sunrise.  We can look forward to next month’s Perseid meteor shower, always one of the year’s best , when it will peak.
Venus remains very bright and easy to spot in the eastern sky before dawn.  Its brightness will give us a chance to see another of the outer most planets of our solar system with binoculars.  Uranus will be close to Venus on the morning of July 4th.  Imagine a clock face with Venus at the center and look toward 10 o’clock with binoculars.  the Pleiades star cluster will be there, and Uranus may be seen between it and Venus.
Just knowing we can see Uranus and the already mentioned Neptune; both so very distant from us is thrilling, even though we won’t be able to see any surface details.
Watch Venus throughout the month:  on July 14th it will be very close to Aldebaran, the brightest star in Taurus; a crescent Moon will be just above it on the 21st; and on the 28th Venus will be up near one of Taurus; “horn” stars.
Finally, Jupiter begins to move into our eastern morning sky but remains fairly low.  Watch near the eastern horizon on July 23rd when it appears with a nice crescent Moon to its left.
July’s Full Moon is on the 10th.

Dennis Herrmann developed a life-long interest in astronomy at an early age and got his first telescope at the age of 12. Through his 43 years of teaching at Kent County High School he taught Astronomy and Earth/Space Science and coached track and field and cross country. He led and participated in numerous workshops on astronomy at the Air and Space Museum (DC), the Maryland Science Center, and the Mid-Atlantic Planetarium Society. He loves sharing and explaining the night sky to increase understanding and enjoyment of it to folks of all ages.

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Talbot Historical Society Project Rewind: Making Hay in Royal Oak

June 27, 2025 by Talbot Historical Society 1 Comment

A special thanks to Elizabeth Swaine for sharing this June 6, 1942 photo of her father John Swaine Jr. and her grandfather John Swaine Sr. taking up hay on the Swaine farm in Royal Oak, Maryland! Farming techniques have certainly changed since then! That is quite an interesting-looking piece of equipment!

Photo from the Elizabeth Swaine Collection at the Talbot Historical Society. Contact: Cathy Hill [email protected] to share your old photos and purchase our collections photos. Comment, Like our page and join the Talbot Historical Society!

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Summer by Katherine Emery General

June 24, 2025 by Kate Emery General Leave a Comment

I was looking through my journals the other day, trying to decide what to keep and what to let go. Over the years, I’ve filled so many notebooks with scraps of thoughts, half-formed dreams, and the quiet daily details that might not mean much to anyone else but feel like chapters of my life.

As I flipped through the pages, it hit me: at some point, someone else will go through all of this. Maybe my children, probably my daughters, maybe no one at all. I thought about how, when we die, we leave not just our things, but our traces. My words are my history, my touchstone, my intentions unfinished. And I thought, I should make it easier for them. Less stuff to sort through. Less weight to carry.

Then I came across a journal entry from April 2020. The early pandemic days. I had scribbled some thoughts about COVID and vitamin D, the way everyone was searching for answers and trying to hold on to anything that felt like control. One line stood out:

“Spend at least ten minutes out in the sun every day.”

It was underlined twice. I must have really meant it, I remember reading about the Spanish Flu epidemic and how doctors believed that sleeping outside in the sun, helped patients recover.

Last weekend we had spent an hour or two at the little beach at Great Marsh, Gerry Boyle Park. The dogs and my grandchildren floating in the Choptank River. It was the first time in months that I felt really alive, the sound of the sea gulls and the lapping of the tiny waves against my feet sunken in the sand.

Reading my 2020 journal, I smiled. There’s something quietly profound about the instruction to spend time outside. It’s not just about vitamin D. It’s about remembering to step outside. To feel warmth on your skin. To pause. To be alive.

Summer reminds me of that. Long days, ripe with sunlight and the smell of growing things. The season teaches in its own way, urging us to slow down, open the windows, water the tomatoes, sit with a cup of tea, and let the world move around us while we stay still for a moment.

Maybe, in the end, what we leave behind isn’t just the stuff. Maybe it’s reminders like that. Little instructions in the margins. Notes to the people we love, or even to ourselves:
Take the walk. Eat that ice cream. Sit in the sun.

Just for ten minutes. Every day.


Kate Emery General is a retired chef/restaurant owner who was born and raised in Casper, Wyoming. Kate loves her grandchildren, knitting, and watercolor painting. Kate and her husband, Matt, are longtime residents of Cambridge’s West End, where they enjoy swimming and bicycling. 

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Spy Eye: Juneteenth at the AAM for 14 Years and Counting

June 22, 2025 by Spy Agent 99 Leave a Comment

Agent 99 reported in on the 14th annual Juneteenth celebration in Easton at the Academy Art Museum:

On a bright Saturday afternoon, the Academy Art Museum hosted its 14th Annual Juneteenth Celebration on South Street. From noon to 4 p.m., the street was alive with music, dancing, and community spirit. The theme this year was “Our Freedom! Our Story!”—a reminder of the power of storytelling in Black history and

Families gathered under tents, enjoying food from Spanky’s Soul Food and watching performances by local artists like Ruby Fisher, Jayla Elise, and poet Jeffery Boston Weatherford. Inside the museum, kids designed colorful bandanas inspired by Kente cloth and listened to special readings.

The Spy was there, catching just a few moments via video format.

This video is approximately two minutes in length.

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Spy Surveillance: the Changing of the Grauls in St. Michaels

June 21, 2025 by Spy Agent 5 - 00 Section 3 Comments

 

Agent 005 filed the following story about an occurrence at the former Grauls today, which was the official grand opening of The St. Michaels Marketplace, formerly Grauls:

John and Paige Evans, who had run Grauls for 21 years, sold the store on St. Michaels Road on May 9, 2025. The sale does not impact the other Grauls locations. St. Michael’s lost its full-service in-town grocery store in 2017 when ACME closed its doors, and residents migrated their shopping to Grauls and other stores. Our Spies report that the St. Michael’s Marketplace’s grand opening was crowded and festive, featuring music, kids’ bouncy castles, and other forms of entertainment. Most importantly, it was nice to see the same friendly staff who made Grauls such a pleasant place to shop still at their posts at the renamed St. Michaels Marketplace.

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Talbot Historical Society Project Rewind: Last One in is a Rotten Crab

June 20, 2025 by Talbot Historical Society Leave a Comment

It’s that end of the school time of the year!! Summertime has arrived and this group of children were having fun attending a Farm Bureau Picnic at an unknown location in 1951! Can you help identify any of these children? Or the location? Photo from the Talbot Historical Society’s Laird Wise Collection.

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In Praise of Fireflies by Katherine Emery General

June 17, 2025 by Kate Emery General

My social media algorithm is filled with kindergarten teacher posts, environmental studies, gardening, farming, reading, books, and cooking, basically, anything related to healthy living. I scroll through Instagram while eating breakfast, living vicariously through those little square boxes. It feels like a mini-education; I always learn something new.

I recently read that fireflies are becoming extinct due to the chemicals we use in our gardens. I’ve seen it happen in my own backyard. I’ve never used chemicals, yet each summer, there are fewer and fewer fireflies. Twenty years ago, my garden looked like a fairyland, twinkling with lights. Now I’m lucky if I spot one or two.

Just yesterday, my six-year-old granddaughter, Freyja, came inside and announced there was a “stick bug” on a chair out on the deck. We all stopped what we were doing to go take a look. Upon seeing it, her eight-year-old sister, Winnie, corrected her: “that’s a praying mantis. He’s missing a leg, his wife probably started eating him.” I asked where she learned that, and thankfully, it was from a book, not YouTube.

My students and grandchildren know I respect and care for bugs. I’m often the one called to gently escort a cricket out of the classroom. There is a daily discussion about which bugs are our favorites. Ladybugs are always number one, they rate even higher when children learn how important Lady Bugs are to gardens. Aphids are respected as a Ladybug’s favorite food, but disliked for their ability to destroy a beautiful rose bush or an entire plot of newly planted lettuce, squash, and tomatoes.

I once found what I thought was a dying bee and gently placed her in a small dish with a drop of sugar water. She wasn’t dying, just exhausted. After sipping the sweet solution, she rested a moment, then flew away, which was incredibly gratifying.

I’ve read that dandelions are one of the first spring foods for bees, so I teach my students to “leave the flowers for the bees.” I hear them echo my words as they crouch near the grass, hands hovering, so tempted to pick the bright yellow blooms. I hope they’re learning to pause, to notice, and to care.

I didn’t always love bugs. My first day in my new home in Hawaii was a full-on bug nightmare. While unpacking boxes in the laundry room, something huge flew past my head, it was a flying cockroach! Just as I was about to panic, a gecko darted out and, in one giant gulp, swallowed the cockroach whole. The cockroach was bigger than the gecko.

Then there were the centipedes. Real threats, I thought. I uncovered one while digging in the garden, it was at least six inches long. In Hawaii, centipedes were at the top of the food chain. After doing research in my family’s Encyclopedia Britannica, I discovered that centipedes actually are predators of those nasty cockroaches. I kept a respectful distance if I saw one outside.

But over time, I’ve come to respect these tiny creatures. Some are helpers. Some are just surviving. All are part of the world we share. I’m reminded that when I step outside, I’m just a visitor in their home. I try to leave them alone, give them space, and appreciate their role in the ecosystem. I don’t enjoy them in my home either, but outside, they belong.

So, whether it’s a bee in need of a rest, a cricket in the classroom, or a child choosing to leave a flower for something smaller than themselves, I hold on to hope. Hope that kindness toward the smallest beings plants seeds of awareness that grow.

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