The Fence Post

The cow is over the moon in love

Clover, the calf, has fallen in love with Daniel. Like head over heels in love.

Remember, they got their cows in June; Clover was about six months old, still nursing, and quite shy. Daniel and the little guy have been going into the pasture most days in an attempt to get Clover used to people. She hadn’t had close contact before then. It’s fun to watch the little guy, three years old, walk right up to the calf and pet her on the nose. He’s super confident.

The other evening, when Daniel went to visit her, she came bounding to him and started licking him all over. She nuzzled her head into his chest. Her lover had come home. She remained like this until Daniel pushed her away. She came right back! She wasn’t about to part from him until he crossed over the fence.

Clover, the calf with a heart of gold, has a soft spot for fences. We think she’s onto something—because if Clover loves our fences, you will too!

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Kind Regards,

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (It adds up to over 131 years owned and run by our family. Think about it: Nobody stays around in business that long without really supporting customers so they want to come back!)

Dumb girl… (continued)

That infamous year in my senior physics class had a marvelous twist and a delightful ending. Mrs. Manning, our teacher, took us all, via chartered bus, to Disneyworld in Orlando in April 1972, the year it opened. There I was with the two other “dumb” girls and the 22 “smart” boys, or so they thought. But the best is yet to come!

We arrived in Orlando, where we would stay in a motel outside of the park. It was Spring training for the Major League Baseball teams. And guess what? Tony Oliva of the Minnesota Twins and his father had a room next door to the dumb girls!

How we actually met them, I do not recall. Tony was from Cuba and had dark skin; therefore, he explained to us that he was not allowed to stay with the white members of the team. In 1972, the South was still putting up “fences’ based on your color. I’m so glad things have changed!

Tony’s father did not speak English. He was drawn to Linda and kept saying, “Bonita, Bonita.” Pretty, beautiful!

Even with the language barrier, we girls made Tony and his father laugh, and who doesn’t like laughter? In the evenings, they would sit on the grassy area of the motel and we would talk to them. I had not been a baseball fan up until then, but the fascination of a real-life professional baseball player was intriguing.

Our three-day stay at Disneyworld came to an end. The bus arrived for our departure, and Tony and his father were there to send us off. Somehow, Tony had asked me for my phone number and address, which I willingly provided. He placed Minnesota Twins caps on our heads, gave us a giant rainbow-spiraled lollypop (we are the lollypop kids), hugged us, and sent us on our way.

Each of us girls climbed onto the bus proud as peacocks. Donning our Minnesota Twins caps, the boys were green with envy.

“How’d you get that?”

“What?”

“No fair!”

And on and on, the comments and darts came. I pleasantly smiled and nodded like a politician.

That summer, I became fascinated with baseball, particularly the Minnesota Twins and Tony Oliva. I cut out every newspaper article I could find. Tony wrote, I replied. In September, I left for nursing school in Atlanta. In October, Tony came to Atlanta for an event. We had a nice dinner together, and he brought me a baseball signed by the team, which I still have today.

1972 was a banner year for me. I had long forgotten the ribbing and teasing the boys had given me at the beginning of the school year. After all, I got the cap and ball and had dinner with Tony Oliva! Those were my memories and treasures. And I bet if I saw Mark, Keith, and Stuart today, they would still remember the “dumb” girl’s home runs.

Put those fences up! Not for reasons of prejudice but to provide a lovely sanctuary for your family, crops, and animals. I need to get my fence up. My little Phoebe Louise, now that she’s two, is darting here and there on any whim. Thank goodness she starts obedience school tomorrow. After that class, we’re heading to the agility classes.

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My warmest regards,

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (True! That’s 131 years owned and run by our family)

On a Whim and a Wish and a Chase

Scotland is magnificent, with lochs and mountains, Highland cattle, heather, castles, kilts, and bagpipes. I fell in love with the country in 2000 while Duncan and I traveled up the East Coast and down the West Coast on our three-week honeymoon. It was double love for me.

The Scottish people are delightful, and we were welcomed and urged to stay longer at all the bed and breakfast inns where we stayed. We often stayed in farm cottages with several children, and the children, too, took delight in our company. I didn’t always understand the Scots brogue, but Duncan seemed to always understand. I think it’s because he was an avid reader of George MacDonald, a Scottish writer from the 1800s.

Cullen was our next stop. It’s a quaint village on the North Sea coast. We spent a delightful night and breakfast at a small bed and breakfast there. Breakfast was in the conservatory overlooking the harbor. With that setting, we ate buttery scones and a quart of the most delicious homemade raspberry jam (I’m still ashamed of my way-too-big American appetite).

After breakfast, we ventured into the village to look at the shops and buy our picnic lunch, which always seemed to consist of bread, marvelous cheeses, and a bottle of wine. Then, we began our daily habit of exploring backroads. Duncan was never afraid to try a road, even if it meant traveling over cattle passes.

Now, Duncan was fond of Single-Malt whiskey, MacCallan being his favorite. We turned the corner of these picturesque roads with stone walls on one side and hillside on the other when Duncan spotted a small van with the Macallan Distillery marked on the side. Before I knew it, we were turned around and following the van. Surely, he said, it will lead us to the Macallan Estate! And lead us it did, right onto the estate. Once in the reception area, we learned they had finished their last tour of the day. Then, a couple from France walked in, and on a whim, they said, “Okay, let’s give you a tour!”

The tour fascinated all of us. The tour guide/Master drew wee drams of whiskey from oak barrels (these oak barrels once housed sherry) and then asked us to nose and identify as many aromas as possible. I remember naming six, which was a challenging feat. But the Master, if my memory serves me correctly, identified as over 60; no, I think I was over 90. We ended our tour with Duncan purchasing an extraordinary vintage bottle.

Afterward, we picked out a lovely spot under a large shade tree and had our picnic lunch. I still remember the double cream brie—it was heaven.

Don’t be afraid to chase your dreams, go out on a whim, and make a wish. Do you want to get those dogs you’ve always wanted? The horses? The donkeys? Fence in your backyard and create a haven for yourself and your family.

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Warm regards,

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (True! That’s 131 years owned and run by our family)

Large and interesting, just like America

After watching the movie A Room with a View recently, which is based on the novel by British E.M. Forster, a particular Forster quote after his first visit to America caught my attention:

"America is rather like life. You can usually find in it what you look for... It will probably be interesting, and it is sure to be large."

This quote reminded me of how true it is in both life and business. Whatever you focus on, you’ll find, especially when seeking quality and reliability. At Louis E. Page, we’ve built our business on helping people find exactly what they’re looking for—whether it’s a dependable solution for a large-scale project or a unique product for a custom need.

And speaking of unique, if you’re looking for something a little outside the ordinary, Terry, our fence expert, is your go-to person. She has an incredible knack for sourcing hard-to-find fencing products, and she loves the challenge of tracking down exactly what you need. Whether it’s a specialized material or a creative solution, Terry will find it!

So, whether you’re working on a large, standard project or something "interesting" and unique, we’ve got the fencing solutions you need—backed by the expertise and dedication of our team.

Looking forward to hearing how we can help you find what you’re looking for.

Wishing you a day full of joy,

Debbie Page

P.S. If there’s a unique product or custom solution you need, let Terry know—she’s always excited to search out the perfect fit for your project! Call her at 978-486-3116.

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (It adds up to over 131 years owned and run by our family. Think about it: Nobody stays around in business that long without really supporting customers so they want to come back!)

How the Southern girl stole the limelight in the North

When the kids and I moved from the South to New England, we settled in New Hampshire, in the quaint town of Exeter. What a gorgeous town, with old buildings, historic houses, and a bandstand in the middle of the downtown intersection. I was in heaven.

The town is perfect for walking—through the neighborhoods to the town center to browse the shops and restaurants. Our new old house was perfectly situated for walking. We could walk to the nearby forest, river, and hospital where I worked as a labor and delivery nurse. The boys would bike for miles; one summer day, they biked to Portsmouth, about 20 miles from our house! Daniel was ten and totally exhausted by the time they got home. They only did it once!

One day, we all went to the town forest to bike. David and Daniel were mountain bikers, but Lizzie and I decided to hike instead. When we returned home, we discovered all the windows we had left open were shut. “That’s odd,” I thought. We were all curious, and the children created many scenarios as to what had happened. One theory was that an earthquake had occurred and knocked all the windows shut.

We went to Mary Lou’s house next door to ask if she knew. Yes, she knew what had happened. A train carrying toxic chemicals had derailed a few blocks from the house. The Exeter police, not finding us home, had entered the house and shut the windows to keep out any toxic fumes. Mystery solved.

Curious, the kids and I headed out to find the train wreck. There was a buzz of activity around the wreck, and the kids and I made our way over the fence to get as close to it as we could. Yep, I’m a nurse and should have been thinking about the toxic fumes, but I could only think of adventure! We talked to several people to get a better grip on the story. One was a news reporter from Boston. Now, that was exciting. I was talking to a real live news reporter. In a couple of minutes, he asked if he could interview me. Wow! An interview!

“Sure,” I answered.

I remember I was wearing a gorgeous blue linen blouse that really stood out and I wondered if that had attracted him. Who knows?

During the interview, he asked how close we lived to the wreck and if I was at all concerned. My answer included my concern for my boys, who often biked here. After the short interview, he asked me to come down to the van to ask a couple of questions. We headed to the van, and I asked if it would be on TV.

“Yes,” he replied. “Tonight at 10.”

Woohoo! I’m going to be on television. The kids were ecstatic.

That night, we watched the interview. Within a minute or so, the phone rang. It was my friend Linda from Atlanta.

“I just saw you on the news,” she shouted.

I could not believe that my interview aired in Atlanta! Fame!

The next morning, as I walked into the labor and delivery unit, I was met with many smiles and a, “Oh, my gosh! We saw you on TV! And we just have one question for you: How did a Southern girl with her Southern accent become the representative of our New England town? Now everybody’s going to think we talk like you!”

Wasn’t that fun? You know, you never know what will happen when you climb over the fence!

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Warm regards

Debbie Page

CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (It adds up to over 131 years owned and run by our family. Think about it: Nobody stays around in business that long without really supporting customers so they want to come back!)