Belgrade, Maine. Formerly of New York City--He came from away, but Peter Townsend fit in pretty well for a flatlander. Perhaps it was his roots—two generations back—in Abbott, Maine. A woodsman in the city, he was a stay-at-home dad, architect, builder, chef (he would say cook), traveler, hiker, and lover. He taught us how to love and be loved. While starting Una Architectural Studios, he resurrected our brick city home (with rooftop jungle) at One White Street. He raised us as he learned to cook from our neighbors: Chanterelle, Duane Park Patisserie, and Franklin Station Café. \r\n\r\nPeter took his family to Maine for the first time in the summer of 1988 to escape the heat of another true geographic love, New York City. While the family was decidedly urban at the time, Messalonskee Lake also seemed like home. Every summer thereafter, he took us to Maine, where he taught us to camp and build fires. He was at home anywhere—small towns in Italy or the middle of the woods, enjoying a good meal in either. Countless people and places held his heart. In Italy, he instantly wove himself into the fabric of communities, charming locals by his fluidity with the language and his adoration for their lands and foods. In the Adirondacks, the Pine Barrens, atop Tumbledown or Borestone, he was particularly at home. The woodsman trekked through the jungle, climbed the base of a glacier and prepared a fire to cook freshly caught trout with soon-to-be in-laws in Ecuador.\r\n\r\nHe created our true home on Messalonskee Lake. Every morning he would go for his swim, finding turtles, saying hello to neighbors. This week he went for a swim and didn’t come back. He passed away quickly of a heart attack doing what he loved in a treasured place. He left behind a world of love, people, spaces, and lake creatures. \r\n\r\nKnown far and wide for his pie, pesto, and potato salad, Peter will always feed our hearts (recipes available, there are no family secrets). He’s there for every bite. He is in every mountain, lake, turtle, loon call, every perfectly located iron hook and desk and light and window, every bike ride, every paddle, everywhere. We will miss him.\r\n\r\nA celebration will be held Saturday August 29th from 1-3pm at the Maine Lakes Resource Center in Belgrade Lakes. All are welcome. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to a charity of your choice. Peter would probably suggest the Appalachian Trail Club, Habitat for Humanity, Literacy Volunteers in your neck of the woods, or Friends of Messalonskee. Thank you to the many, many, many (so many) of you who have reached out. We are very grateful for your love and support.