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Over 300 secret Islesboro island passwords & phrases, plus erudite essays; you'll never be at a loss for words. All the Maine-stays are here, plus those not fit to print. Squeaks, squawks, whirrs, swears, turkey shoots, cohogs, lighthouses, and a kit n'caboodle of fun. Don't let 'em talk behind your back. Sit up, take notice, and get schrod! The definitions collected in this book, and the personal recollections, give it an added interest. The author, who has traveled the world, has never quite gotten over her surprise at the strong personality, strength of community, and history inherent in Islesboro Island, a small 12-mile long island in the Penobscot Bay of Maine, where she has made her home for the past twenty years. The book reveals life's call and answer phenomenon, by drawing attention to the ideas, characteristics, and connections created by the environmental demands of island living, and the attitude of heart, mind, and spirit that are forged in response. If "Summer Ferry's on" and you've missed the last ferry, what do you say? Do you get upset? Not at all! You just "go uptah Quicksilver " which is running "right out straight". Suitable for library or bathroom reading, this is a new kind of dictionary, filled with the most essential words and phrases required for local island living. The words and phrases are juxtaposed with 18th century engravings, illustrating their conception in the past. I've assembled these choices out of several thousand collected during the twenty years I spent researching this book. Nobody asked me to do it; in fact, they asked me NOT to do it. This is a remarkable and peculiar feat of compulsive lexicography. It reveals dozens of little known island curiosities, many lying buried in tomes, histories, and maps of the island dating from the mid-1800's that are much too voluminous and peculiar for browsing. I have also rolled up my sleeves and exhumed many phrases and words from the graveyards of the obsolete and nearly forgotten, because in my humble opinion, parts of them are still alive and the rest deserve the chance. There are many terms here that merit wider currency. For example, islanders, for years, have referred to new additions and repairs with the phrase "Looks like it grew there!" , indicating that nobody will detect the work as a modernization, repair or fake; it's suitable. It's far too useful a phrase to be restricted to its' application here. Mainlanders need this phrase. You'll find no unfitting evasive maneuvers, frustrating delicacy, pomposity, or cowardice. For example, when faced with the evolving impact of 501(C)(3) organizations to the island's infrastructure, I come right out and call a spade a spade. Some readers may complain that there's more than a smidgeon of slang here, and some may complain that there isn't enough. To this I say write your own dictionaries. This one is funny enough to reward casual browsers, and can serve as a supplement to more official island histories. Any phrases or words not in either place are probably not worth having at your fingertips, and none of this is intended to provide fuel for bad writing. SAMPLE PHRASES: Bed Lunch - A midnight snack. Everywheres - Similar to splatter and shatter. Flatlanders - Tourists. Hoppa - The necessary, e.g. the toilet. Island Beef - A deer, shot any time except during deer season. Mouth Plate - Dentures. Newbie - A sucker, or new island resident. NoSeeEm - A local fast flying carnivorous gnat. Railed 'Em - Something caught in large volume. Whatevah - An expression of exasperation similar to "Never try to teach a pig to sing; it's futile and it annoys the pig."

Aware of the social embarrassment suffered by countless industrialists, entertainers, media folk, matrons, and out-of-state motorists who haven't vacationed on Islesboro in recent years, or who, in lieu of a sojourn on the Cote d'Azur are forced to stay home and fertilize the back yard or redecorate the gazebo, Islesboro's island muse has devised yet another unique book.The Islesboro Perpetual Almanac is guaranteed to allow you to create the illusion of having actually spent the dog days buckity-bucking with the summer colonists and natives of the world's most infamous island. This fun-packed gay souvenir, left casually atop your desk, will mark you as an insatiable Islesboro-Island-ite, as will smudging it and ripping it in various degrees to give it a much-thumbed-through appearance. Cut out the illustrations, and glue them with carefree abandon all over your luggage. Or leave this tucked inside the magazine bin in your bathroom, and impress the people visiting you. Planning a visit? You need this book. 'An watch out fer' them little fritters when you come on over; baby ducklings may suddenly cross the road.Sukey Love, 5th generation to visit Islesboro for the summer "and I just just won't leave": "The Islesboro Perpetual Almanac, the island's Gideon! Our island muse's magical mental factory of marvels has popped out another gem. Somewhat surreal and nostalgic, at the same time, it manages to enchant us with its' novel quirkiness. Buy one, buy two, color it, put it in the guest room, send it to a friend!"M. Geoffrey Raymond, writer: "When it comes to Debra's books, you can't eat just one. A small cash donation guarantees you a 24/7 acronym decoder for island patois, great recipes, bad puns, sneak previews of the best seasonal turkey shoots, ferry fights, table place card settings, and souvenir menus. Always enlightening, invariably funny, some stories just couldn't be told briefly because there were lots of pages to fill up. Wet your whistle for Islesboro with island tips juxtaposed alongside ancient Persian quips and hilarious illustrations. "Perpetual Almanac" is not an oxymoron. Grab your crayons and come sit a spell."Kary Castien, Cast Publicity, Islesboro summer visitor: "Brand new! All true! In majestic bright Black & White! Heralded by all the in (and out) people, all sexes, sizes, shapes, ages, and persuasions (that about covers the bases, no?), so with a total lack of restraint, I call it SENSATIONAL. From ten houses away, you can see it. Show island lovers everywhere you've done a good deed; buy this book. A portion of every sale goes to island charity."

Never before has Islesboro Island had its' own collection of tales and legends. Now you can read them here, for the very first time, in this unique collection, just as they were discovered in 1999, when a large and rickety wooden trunk bound with iron latches washed up on the shores of the rocky Islesboro town beach. Upon prying it open, it was found to contain a number of ancient leather bound tomes, all seriously waterlogged but nonetheless identifiable as old Islesboro ledgers, account books, and pocket diaries. One small journal, a diary firmly bound with thin leather straps, had a cover whose faded gold lettering said "Islesboro Taradiddles". This is the true story of that journal's contents, and only the facts have been made up. A miscellany of mischief, magic, marvels, and merriment, with more than thirty two tall tales, whoppers, apologues, songs, and stories unique to Islesboro.