Well, it’s over. My year of looking into Portland’s history, week-by-week, has come to an end. It was a lot of work to pull it together ever week but it was so worth it. I learned a lot and had a ball doing it. Now my noggin is stuffed with obscure facts about this city. […]
You’ve probably seen the painted rock in front of the lighthouse tower. Here’s the story that goes with it.
Lincoln’s assassin was an actor who previously performed in Maine, where audiences loved him.
The revenue cutter lay at anchor in the harbor with almost no one aboard. Her skipper died the day before from a heart attack. Most of her crew was ashore on leave, yucking it up at the local taverns.
They’d stood in knee-deep ocean water for most of that December night. It was a miracle they’d survived.
Due to his ruthless legislative tactics, his political opponents called him “Czar Reed.” They meant it as an insult but Reed liked the nickname just fine.
In 1860, he traded whiskey for 897 human beings. Half of them were children.
Malcolm Williams — who was married to the equally famous Florence Reed — was caught swimming in front of his place by a patrol boat.
Maine Memory Network is a website where local historical societies around the state can upload their photos and documents into one centralized, searchable database.
It was supposed to be a project for the ages. In reality, it never turned a profit and now most of it has vanished.