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The Island Inn, Monhegan Island and Miss Rita's House where I had the good luck to stay a few weeks and paint.  Here's a poem I wrote about that time. 

(Miss Rita’s House is the first house on the left in the painting.)

Miss Rita’s House on Monhegan.
Deborah Cavenaugh

At Miss Rita’s house, cotton batiste aprons
hang in kitchen windows.
Bleached white, starched crisp
and stitched by hand.
They find their second life
and new stories to tell
of kitchens now and then on Monhegan.

At Miss Rita’s house, watercolor paints spill
across kitchen cabinets.
Colors in every hue
wait for my hands
to create a little line
and tell a little story
of the peace and beauty that is Monhegan

At Miss Rita’s house, Bear, the cat,
sounds at the kitchen door.
Soft grey and blazing white,
he looks for a way in,
and finding my open door,
his story’s in mine now
of the home away from home that is Monhegan

At Miss Rita’s house, memories surround.
I think of her in this kitchen
ninety years and more,
hands moving in the rhythm
of a chop and stir.
She kept her home fires burning
in her life that is Monhegan.

At Miss Rita’s house, the sea rocks close.
Whales swim out the window.
Way out on this rock,
she’s made a daily life
for ninety years and more.
I, pilgrim, come for salvation

and the hope of renewal that is Monhegan