Every Spring I sneak into my neighbor’s garden to filch some newly sprouted asparagus. This Spring I plan to do likewise but it won’t be the same because my longtime friend and neighbor, Earland Terry Goodhue, known to all as Terry, or by his totem “Pterodactyl” (wing-finger) died peacefully in his home on March 15th, 2026.

Terry was born on November 21, 1947 in Waterville, Maine into the 11th generation of the Goodhue family of Sidney, Maine. The dairy farm life was not for him and he left home to explore many, many different walks of life. The list is staggering. He graduated from college with a degree in zoology and after a time working at the state hospital in Augusta, left for Tucson, Arizona where he lived in a cave, a true troglodyte, while working for a sign company. He then went to Texas to work at a large apiary. Returning to Maine, Terry was the very first vendor at the very first common ground fair, after seeing that there was nothing for people to eat or drink, he drove home to fill his pick-up with as much honey as he could and set up for sale. His apiary grew to 600 hives which he brought down to Florida every winter. He taught Outward Bound students on Hurricane Island, became extremely fascinated with birding, eventually working on the Ferralon Islands in California, and various islands in Maine, including working on Seal Island on the Puffin Project. He made props and designed and built sets for John Wulp’s North Haven theater productions which led to a career in the film industry. He trained for and took a job as a surgical technician before settling in to teach vocational education for ten years at the North Haven School; an exceptional teacher, in Terry’s class you could make just about anything except firearms, including the rearticulation of a whale skeleton and building a pea pod which, when he was not riding with Foy swapping jokes, he rowed across the Thoroughfare to work, bringing  hard-boiled eggs from his own chicken coop for lunch. But wait, there is more.

He traveled; he went on big river trips in Ethiopia, Mexico and northern Alaska, drove his BMW motorcycle on countless road trips. All the while he built two houses and a barn for himself complete with a garden and orchard which provided him with food (except deer hearts, which were gifted to him). It must be mentioned that he was a fantastic chef, read constantly and loved to dance, especially to the Toughcats. His favorite pastime was talking to people, he genuinely valued good company and conversation. He could, and would, talk to almost anybody of any age; a true wealth of knowledge which he would bestow upon you whether you asked for it or not. Exasperating at times, always particular, forever generous, a teacher to all, he will be missed terribly by his many friends and family.

He was predeceased by his parents, Earland and Helen Goodhue, both clearly the roots of many of Terry’s abilities and passions. He leaves behind his siblings and their spouses, Clint and Patricia Goodhue of Sidney, Maine, Lenore and Perry Buzzell of St James City, Florida, Susan and Glen Rogers of Orono, Maine, and William and Donna Goodhue of Palm Coast, Florida; many nieces and nephews, and too many friends to count. A celebration for Terry will be held at a later date.