A young lady whose chrismation I was privileged to attend on Holy Saturday, has written the most beautiful description I have ever read of why folks live in this neck of the woods — click on the title to access the link. I should explain that she is not a New Hampshirite; she lives just over the border, in Maine, maybe about 15-20 miles from my home. I should also explain that “Ayuh” is how people in Maine say, “Yes” — accent on the first syllable, pronounced with a long “a,” barely vocalizing the “yuh.” Try to pronounce it in the back of the throat with a slightly nasal twang, and you’ve got it.
But the geography is all pretty much the same, and in fact we were in Maine yesterday to attend church. Saco is much farther, 40 miles, about an hour’s drive, but I go to confession to the priest of that parish, and the people have gradually opened up to me in a way I haven’t experienced in a long time. Every time we go to Saco, I think, “If I ever had to leave NH, I’d want to move here,” and Emily Michelle’s post says why.