I know I’m dating myself with this comment, but it was part of a cartoon (Peanuts) exchange between Lucy and Schroeder discussing the importance of Beethoven. Lucy’s standard for relative importance was being immortalized on a bubblegum card, (remember them?), and while Schroeder felt Beethoven’s body of work spoke for itself, Lucy was withholding judgement until she saw his face on a bubblegum card.
May I present Elle Logan, Stanford graduate, Olympic Champion and former Welch House employee. She’s a really nice lady, too. And check it out. . . She even has her face on a Bubblegum Card.
Elle Logan, gold-medal winner
and former Welch House employee
Since day one, we have hired locals (instead of overseas workers) to be part of the Welch House team. Under the watchful eye of Tammy, our lead Housekeeper, and both Susan & I, these high school and college-aged girls worked side-by-side with adults who listened, offered advice and corrections when necessary. For some strange reason it resonated with many of them, and they grew up and moved on and looked for great things to accomplish along the way.
After making beds and cleaning bathrooms and folding laundry and weeding the garden for a summer or two, many Welch House girls have gone on to become really great women. Not that they weren’t good girls to begin with, but I like to think that we helped.
When they come home to Boothbay Harbor, they stop by the Inn and see us when they can. They sometimes bring their husbands and their children, and they talk about their current lives in New York or Boston. And despite the hard work they engaged in here, they speak fondly of their friends they worked with and of Susan & Tammy & I and what it meant to be part of the Welch House family.
Tammy, Leah, Ginger, Mae and, of course, KJ
former Welch House employees
We real like parents all over again, complete with wedding and baby pictures on the fridge, and while our legacy here at the Welch House may be defined by when we replaced the Kitchen or last paved the driveway, I like to think we’ll live forever in Boothbay Harbor, as long as some former Welch House employee drives by with their grown kids and says “I used to be a housekeeper there. God. That was a great summer.”