When a shadowy Rockport estate became the world epicenter of psychics and psychedelics.
From “On Damariscotta Lake,” in the June 1984 issue. 33 years later, families still take to the water to fish, paddle, or simply splash with the kids.
From “Machias River Log Drive,” in our May 1971 issue. A couple of months after this article was published, the Maine State Legislature passed a law to end log drives for good.
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.
From “Maine’s Merry Gardens” by George Taloumis, in our April 1963 issue.
Situated east of downtown Freeport and accessible only by foot through a mile-long wooded path, Pettengill Farm has stood hidden from the modern world for over 200 years.
From “Dog Days in Fort Kent,” by Elizabeth Peavey, in our February 1998 issue.
There are photos that present the buoyancy of that day, but this one captured something else.
One hundred and fifty years ago, a group of sensible Down East farmers and their families packed their houses and sailed to the Holy Land to await the Second Coming. Within a year, it had all gone wrong.
How the Saco-Biddeford cotton empire gave rise to a trashy 19th-century literary craze full of torrid affairs, horrendous murders, and ruined females.
In 1984, cocaine trafficking in Maine was considered an urban problem. But in the sticks of the midcoast, a loose cartel of freewheeling, twenty-something drug dealers was building an empire — until one of the state’s most elaborate and far-reaching undercover operations brought it all crashing down.
During World War II, thousands of German prisoners of war were held in internment camps across Maine. In the winter of 1945, three of them got away.