anne moores farm rt 15 in charleston. bob and anne bought this in the early 60s

Robert and Anne Moore (My Mum and Dad) bought the place in May of 1968. If it wasn't for the location of the trees, that I remember playing under as a child, I wouldn't have recognized the place. It's changed so much. Most of those trees have died out over the years so the place is much more open now. The house and the ell are the only original structures still standing. According to a date written on the old woodshed door they were built in the 1870's.

While stationed at Charleston AF Sta in the 50's, an officer from CAFS lived there. His daughter Beverly married fellow airman Al Spicci. Cannot recall the officer's last name. (my wife thinks name was Von-Ash).

The officer was my father. We lived in that house and my brother and I had a great time in the barn and on the old buggy we found in the barn. My parents were in the process of buying it when my father got orders. His name was Edward Von Aesch ( pronounced ash).

Gail, while stationed at CAFS, Al Spicci and I were buddies.
Have wondered where him and Beverly have lived and how
they are doing.
If u see Al tell him Dick Cynewski said hi.
CAFS has a FB web 'group' site - 765th AC&W Sq Charleston,
That Al might like.
Thanks for ur input.
Do u live in this Makine area?

Dick my uncle Al lives in California and he and my aunt Bev have been divorced for a long time, but he and my cousin and I are quite close. His daughter is the one that found this site. She is passing on your info tonight. I am going to try to copy a picture of house. Couldn’t copy the picture.

Dick do you know the address of this house? Are you living in Maine?

Gail, the address is 1026 Dover Road. If you Google Map it, the pin is not in the correct location. From the pin, follow Rte 15 North. It's the place on the left just past the School Road.

DL Smith thanks a lot. This has made me look at old pictures and brought up a lot of fond memories. Dick I have a picture of Uncle Al in the living room with several guys around him.

Gail, you're welcome. I know this is a long shot, a very long shot because so much time has passed, but did your family leave behind a large, framed, Victorian portrait of a young man in a sailor uniform? It was found in a closet when my parents bought the house. I have it now. I have always wondered who he was.

DL my brother or I don’t remember any picture like that. Do you remember s small closet door in the dining room that when you went through it you could stand up in a much bigger space?

Downstairs there is a small door that opens into a space under the stairs. A kid could stand up in the area where the door is, but then it tapers down toward the floor. It's in what is now the kitchen, but was a large open room that may have been used as a dining room. It sits between the small pantry and the bathroom. The kitchen used to be in the ell when I was a kid. Also, upstairs there is a tall narrow door that opens into a larger space that runs under the eaves.

DL thanks again. The dining room was betothe bathroom and the pantry when we were there and the kitchen was where the basement door was. I loved that house.

Yup, the basement door was in the old kitchen. It was a great house to grow up in. I lived there from 1968 to 1986. I remember when us girls found those "secret" doors. And that old barn! The fun we had in that, playing in the loft, sliding off the uphill side of the roof on cardboard in the winter, and just hanging out with the animals. My sisters used to dare me to jump out of the loft window into the pile of loose hay that we would clear out every June. One day I did and then just laid there all sprawled out watching the clouds float by. I woke up to shouting, and my Grandfather rushing to the barn, frantically calling my name. He had pulled into the driveway and saw me laying there, thinking that I had fallen, he raised the alarm. Needless to say I was read the riot act and banned from ever jumping out that window again! I did feel terrible for scareing him so badly. One thing I don't miss though, is lugging firewood to keep 3 woodstoves going through an entire Maine winter. We had a cookstove in the kitchen, a woodstove in front of the fireplace in the livingroom and another in front of the fireplace in the back bedroom. And the place was still cold!

I lived here from (roughly) 1955-62. My parents were Donald and Betty (Judy) Small. My father worked at CAFS.