Auto-race enthusiasts cheer drivers zooming toward the Old Orchard Beach pier in one of the hundreds of American Automobile Association–sanctioned events.
In their heyday, dozens of steamboats plied Maine’s largest lake. Soon, though, the Great Depression and the age of the automobile took their tolls, and as steamboats grew obsolete, they were scuttled or simply allowed to sink at mooring.
In 2009, after years of dam removals and fishway constructions, alewives swam through Benton en masse for the first time in two centuries.
A hundred years ago this month, the U.S. entered World War I. As young men left Maine for the front, women took key industrial jobs.
This year’s ice harvest at Thompson Ice House, complete with hot chocolate and chili for visitors, is scheduled for February 19 — and some of that ice will then end up making ice cream for a social in July.
In far northern Maine, four things in life are certain: death, taxes, hard winters, and the persistence of francophone culture.
Midcentury civic festivals in Aroostook County were (ahem) no small potatoes.
Never did more people flock to Squirrel Island than in late August for a carnival known as Fete Week.
Lawrence Lord has amassed a collection of iron tractor seats that he diligently scrapes, repaints, and displays in vivid grids on the walls of his two-barn museum.
On the evening of May 1, 1917, some youngsters delivering a May basket in the tony summer enclave of Biddeford Pool were met not with kisses but snarls.
By winter’s end (even in a weirdly warm year like this one), we Mainers have gotten pretty good at making our own fun. And what better way to entertain ourselves (and salute the spring) than with a friendly wager on when the ice will disappear on the nearest lake?
The treehouse is long gone, however, a 164-acre preserve being created by the Kennebec Land Trust (KLT) promises to revive Howard Hill as an urban wilderness retreat.