Dear Sun Spots: We are preparing an exhibit of Finnish-American involvement with the blueberry industry in midcoast Maine (Lincoln, Knox and Waldo counties).

If you have any information regarding the Finns and the blueberry industry during the 20th century and would be willing to contribute to this project, please contact one of us at the address below. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated.

The exhibit will be displayed at the Finnish Heritage House, Route 131, River Road, South Thomaston throughout summer 2006.

Please contact: June Ranta Wilcox, 25 Old County Road, Winterport, ME 04496, 223-4077, or via e-mail at kessa1@aol.com, or Steve Gifford, 4 Park Ave. West, Brewer, ME 04412, 989-1971. – No Name, No Town.

Dear Sun Spots: Thanks for being such a great resource.

I’m wondering if there are any appliance stores in the area that buy or do trade-ins on used appliances. I have a very new gas dryer and older washer that are in excellent condition I would love to sell. I have not had any luck listing them. Thank you. – Brenda, Minot.

Answer: In addition to responses from readers, try contacting local appliance stores in your area to see if this is something they offer:

Agren Appliance, 40 Minot Ave., Auburn, 784-0235

Appliance Warehouse, 995 Center St., Auburn, 786-4400

Seavey’s in Topsham at 725-7901, (800)974-7901; or Windham at 892-2226, (800) 244-4538.

Dear Sun Spots: I have never written to you before but wondered if you could please find out the words to the following song, also the name of it and who sang it. It has a catchy tune.

“When I was just a little girl,

I asked my mother what will I be?

Will I be happy?

Will I be sad?

My mother said to me……”

Thanks for any help. – No Name, No Town.

Answer: Sun Spots recognized the song. It was sung by Doris Day, is titled “Que Sera, Sera” and was written by Jay Livingston and Ray Evans. This song was written for Alfred Hitchcock’s 1956 remake of his 1934 film “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” starring Doris Day and Jimmy Stewart.

Que Sera Sera



When I was just a little girl

I asked my mother

What will I be

Will I be pretty

Will I be rich

Here’s what she said to me

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my sweetheart

What lies ahead

Will we have rainbows

Day after day

Here’s what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

Now I have children of my own

They ask their mother

What will I be

Will I be handsome

Will I be rich

I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be, will be

The future’s not ours to see

Que sera, sera

What will be, will be

Que Sera, Sera



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