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Baileyville Police Chief Robert Fitzsimmons

Police Chief Robert Fitzsimmons

Staff

Andrew Seavey  Sergeant

Joshua Engroff  Patrol Officer

Mike Donahe  Patrol Officer[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text][/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]Phone Numbers

Emergency: 911
Office: 207-427-6203
Dispatch: 207-427-6992[/vc_column_text][vc_column_text]

***Parents*** I just wanted to reach out to you about old cell phones that you may let your little ones play with. Last night we had a trooper going door to door around town looking for the phone that called 911 twice. It was a phone that was disabled but still had the capability to make a 911 call. A door to door search for somebody that may have an emergency is a very labor intensive endeavor but one that is necessary to make sure everybody is safe. If your old phone has that feature please don't let your little one use it as a toy as it has real life features that cause first responders to act. Thanks and please feel free to share. ... See MoreSee Less

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Baileyville Police Department

I didn’t realize it at the time but one of the very best decisions my parents ever made for me was to move outside of the Village of Woodland to the Lamb Farm on the outskirts of our town.

What started as a one room camp with an outhouse turned into a 3 bedroom, 1 bath (inside) home.

My father and Maurice Marden worked tirelessly to make it that way, with his sons and my brother and I playing the part of gophers.

In the winter our nearest neighbor was a mile away when we first moved out there. In the summer kids from in town and from away would come to their camps for a stay. Brent Boomer and I would play whiffle ball in the gravel pits. We both played as the Red Sox against each other because nobody wanted to be the Yankees. We would draw lines on the gravel pit wall and if you hit above one line it was a single, the next line up was a double and so on. Out there you had to make your own fun. If we wanted to come into town for Boy’s Club in the summer it was an 8 mile pedal in on the 10 speed and 8 miles back at the end of the day on the Track Rd.

60 feet out of our front door was the St. Croix Flowage. My parents always made sure we had a boat to fish from, dirt bikes and snowmobiles to ride on and a seemingly endless list of chores.

Every year we had 8 cords of wood all tree length dropped off to heat the house. Every year the Marden clan would show up and it would get sawn up and split and then piled to dry. In the first few years it was all split with a maul until dad won a wood splitter in a drawing. That was a great day and I still have that wood splitter. In the winter my brother and I would have to lug in enough wood to get us through to the next day. We had to get out early in the mornings to sand the hill in the driveway so our mom could get to work. In the spring the driveway, which was about a tenth of a mile long would turn into a mud run. On the weekends my dad would take us to the gravel pit where we would shovel load after load of gravel into his truck and take it to fix the driveway. I think 23 loads in a weekend was the most we did. My dad would shovel while my brother and I took turns on the end of the other shovel. As I got a little older my dad would let me have one of his 8oz. Miller quickie beers after a day of hard work. I know my mom wasn’t impressed by that. It tasted like hell but it was a beer with my dad so I forced it down.

Lots of lessons were learned around Squirrel Pont and a good work ethic is one of the best things my dad ever taught me. I think I was about 21 when I sat down with my dad and had “The Talk”. Not that talk but the one where I looked at him and told him you were nowhere near as stupid as I thought you were when I was a teenager.

For you young folks that took the time to read this, I hope one day you get to have “The Talk” with your parents. I also hope you get to hear it from your kids when that time comes.

I’m still growing up in my home town just like you are, let’s make the best of it.
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With the warm weather and the melting snow banks brings the spring crop of dirty needles. We have been notified of a few already. Please talk with your children about not touching them and telling an adult. Also watch your pets when you take them out for a walk. Yea, I'm ticked off as much as you are. ... See MoreSee Less

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