My Bro, Hope the fishing is good

It’s been a year… Not so long, but huge changes in my life, starting with the loss of my brother.  Born in Philadelphia, January 13, 1950.  A life long love, nay, infatuation of all of Maine…. Downeast was his Shangri-La, Home was Mount Dessert Island.

Donald Hill Brehmer (Don)

Donald Hill Brehmer, 66, of Southwest Harbor, Maine, January 27, 2016.

Born January 13, 1950 in Philadelphia, Pa. Preceded in death by parents Virginia Hill Brehmer and Thorwill Brehmer.

Survived by son, Nathaniel Brehmer, brother Phil Brehmer, sister Anne Brehmer Richards, brother-in-law Brian Richards, nieces Meredith Richards Claymier and Allison Richards Downey.

Donald Brehmer was born January 13th, 1950. Growing up in Wilmington, DE, Glen Rock, NJ and West Chester, PA, Don spent the summers of his youth in Cutler, Maine. It was there that he had his happiest childhood memories. At the Henderson High School in West Chester, PA, Don was a member of the class of 1968. Hitchhiking across the country, attending Woodstock, serving in Vietnam and always searching for a new place to discover, it was ultimately Bar Harbor, ME that he most often called home.

Spending much of his time from 1973 to 1988 in the oil fields, he learned his trade as Land Surveyor while traveling and studying the vast mountains, deserts and coastal areas that America offers. He appreciated true, wild nature wherever he could find it and observed vistas mostly reserved for the explorers and pioneers of centuries past. A fisherman and outdoorsman, his drive was often that of finding the next untapped region that he could truly call his own.

With all these things that defined him, his favorite pastime was conversation. In sixty-six years, he lived at least a dozen lifetimes of stories. Don was a natural storyteller, made up of the experiences that had defined him and it is through these experiences that he will always be remembered.

He passed on January 27th after a short battle with cancer. While he may be gone, he will be remembered by a lifetime of accomplishments and stories. By nature, he was a wanderer, never comfortable in one place, never rooted in the present but looking equally to the past and to whatever might come next. Born into the wrong century, he lived the best he could as the most modern man he could be. And even though he had a wandering spirit, he has finally found his rest.

Machias Memories, it is NOT just about the place, the people of the past, but also, of the hear and now, and we share for those of the future,…..Don’t we?

My Parents, showed me the world…. Don showed me more of the United States than most EVER get to see.  What they did not show me, I ventured out on my own.  All 50 states, and a total experience of almost 50 countries….  I have seen humanity in most every manner of existence……  Life is an adventure….  enjoy it all you may.


Dad, Don, Mom…. Miss you all….. My Best Friends


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