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 Conservation Trust (KCT) promises to revive Howard Hill as an urban wilderness retreat.
“By late February , these guys were ready for a little extra money, and bored enough to risk trying something a little different.”
The Gospel According to Benjamin Bubar.
Harvest technology has advanced over the last 75 years. Adolescent styles have certainly changed. But the autumn objective for many kids across Aroostook County is the same in 2015 as for these boys in October 1940.