‘Angela Waldron’ — An Award-Winning Writer & Photographer From Maine, Who Works At ‘The Farnsworth’ Museum.
A pretty impressive and distinctive résumé. A Maine lobsterman’s daughter at that — which resonated since this is also the case with my wife. From what I can deduce they are both from roughly the same area in Maine, albeit from different age demographics.
I came across her at ‘The Farnsworth Art Museum‘, in Rockland, Maine, where she is the Registrar. There is a book in their collection that I have been trying to get hold of for 16-years — though to be fair I gave up the first time after a few months. But, I have renewed my quest.
When I was at the museum recently (on our last trip to Maine) I made some inquiries as to who I should now be talking to about trying to get hold of this book. I was given Angela’s name and hre contact information.
As some of you know, I never contact anyone (or respond to anyone for that matter) before I Google them and try and get a read of who they might be. Amazes me the number of people who contact I, via e-mail, my blog or phone, who have no idea who I am and what I do. [When I used to teach, I Googled all the enrolled students prior to the first class. Weren’t they surprised! What used to crack me up was that none of them had Googled me — and many of them were trying to get Web-related degrees and jobs.]
I kind of figured that ‘the writer‘ and ‘the Registrar‘ had to be one and the same, given her degree in anthropology, her interests culture and her location (i.e., Downeast Maine).
I did get to talk to her and she was most helpful. Also extremely modest. She was very reticent to acknowledge that she was indeed the award-winning writer I had found on the Web.
Well, just thought that some of you too might enjoy getting to know her.
So, let me please introduce to you: ‘Angela Waldron, of Maine, writer, photographer, Registrar and one heck of a nice person‘. Oh, a lobersman’s daughter too.
(Our niece just got married to a active lobersman on Oct. 19 which is why we were in Rockland this time around. And while we were at the museum I met a curator who was a retired lobsterman. He knew my wife’s father. My wife and he had quite the chat.)