Friday, September 21, 2012

Carrie & Stephen King: Birthday Twins!!!

As some of you obsessed Stephen King fans may know, today (September 21st) is Mr. King's 65th birthday. What I didn't know until recently (though all of you uber King geeks probably did) is that it is also Carrie White's birthday! Talk about a fire hazard!!!

Yes, it's true -- Stephen King gave the focal character of his first published novel the same birthday as himself. Honestly, what a neat idea.

Well, I know we've all seen far too many iffy Carrie remakes, and a musical to boot, come out of the franchise of the much-loved novel. But they're doing it again. If you're like me, you're always willing to watch a remake, even though they're frequently disastrous. Why? Because every now and then someone gets something about it right, and you get a new piece to add to the canon. And if they get it wrong, there's a fair amount of entertainment to be had in tearing it down.

I'll be clear here. No one is ever going to replace the De Palma 1976 original. That Carrie stands on a burning pedestal for all to see, as far as I'm concerned.

But the new version of Carrie, has a few things going for it.

-- Kimberly Peirce, director of “Boys Don’t Cry” [1999], has taken the helm. So it's going to be serious.

-- The lead role will be played by ChloĆ« Grace Moretz, who played Hit-Girl in “Kick-Ass,” where she did just that. It will be interesting to see her try to convey that same rage and violence with purely psychic backlash. It should be a real test of her acting skills.

-- We all know Julianne Moore, who will have an interesting challenge in the role of Carrie's mother.

-- The scriptwriter is Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, who has recently worked with King's material by writing the comic book adaptation of “The Stand.”

The film will be released to theaters in 2013.

Those of you lucky enough to be attending the NYC ComiCon next month will get a chance to see previews and panel discussions about the film (alongside similar treatment for Sony's other upcoming remake, that of the EVIL DEAD).

Okay. Maybe it's a shameless ploy to promote the new remake of Carrie by Sony and MGM. But I still think the birthday twins thing is really cool.

Here's a link to the official movie page on Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/CarrieMovie

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Whale eyesight & other things

My schedule doesn't allow me to get out to as many Maine-related talks and lectures as I'd like, but every now and then I manage to squeeze one in. Earlier in August, I was lucky enough to make it down to the Gulf of Maine Research Institute, where Dr. Scott Kraus (of Boston’s New England Aquarium)was holding a presentation about "What Do Whales See?" The talk was well-attended, to the point of being standing room only.

John Annala, Chief Scientific Officer for GMRI, gave an introduction in which he emphasized GMRI's focus on sustainability in the Gulf of Maine, as opposed to an approach focused on locking up resources or “preserving” them. Their goal is to increase collaboration across the board, and their current education program has successfully accomplished outreach to an impressive 75% of Maine's 5th and 6th graders, every year giving school kids a look at GMRI's work no matter where they are in the state.

With that context given, Dr. Kraus took his place under the room's giant projection screen, and began his presentation. Back in the 1970s, he was hard at work with a group of scientists collaborating with local fishermen up in Newfoundland, where each year the cod box nets were accidentally netting humpback whales along with the cod schools. No one could figure out why such a huge, obvious structure was being run into by the whales. By all reasoning, they should have been able to sense them in the water, but instead, hundreds of whales were running into them every year, many of them becoming entangled in them with disastrous results for both the whales and the nets.

His team had begun by zipping around disentangling the whales whenever the fishermen sent out an alert, and while they were doing this, they were studying the whales’ behavior. They were perplexed to find that when the whales were trapped, they did not emit any sounds of alarm to broadcast their distress. By 1975 it was obvious to the scientists that something odd was going on. Could it be that these baleen whales didn't use sound the same way as other whale species, including the generation of sonar by which to navigate?

To answer that question, the scientists rigged up a maze in an ideal spot at the base of a Newfoundland cliff where they could observe from above. This was going to be the first time anyone had done any sort of test of whale eyesight limits.

The next time a good subject whale was disentangled from a cod box net, it was transported to the maze test site and fitted for blindfolds. As you can imagine, this was a time for revving up their creative problem solving skills, because the irregular shape of a whale's head demands a unique design for effectiveness and comfort. They also had to take into account the mammoth dimensions of the whale's eyeballs, each the size of a grapefruit.

The scientists wound up using a pair of eyepatches, giant in size. The edges were lined with foam cushions, which served to block accidental visibility as well as giving a comfortable fit to the whale's contoured eye area. Large suction plungers were utilized to attach the eyepatches.

With them in place, the scientists ran a variety of trials, 33 attempts in all. At no time did the whale ever use sonar! The only time the whale successfully ran the maze was when it was given use of its eyesight in daylight. The only exception to this was one nighttime trial when they were attempting to use a flashlight attached to the whale's tail to give the observing scientists on the cliff overhead an accurate sense of where the whale was in the maze.

It turned out that the flashlight gave enough visibility to the whale to allow it to correctly navigate the maze. Needless to say, they had to find another solution for the observers. They wound up stationing them at each point of the maze, where they could see the whale's movement through the water well enough to determine its success.

At the end of the trials, they set their humpback subject free, and went back to the drawing board with the new information that baleen whales didn't use sonar. They were capable of using their hearing for long distance navigation, and recognition of heavy traffic shipping lanes in the water, but otherwise they depended fully on their eyesight, with no recourse to echolocation.

That eyesight is in the green to blue spectrum, suitable to deeper water. This gave the scientists a new source of perplexity, because the copepods that the whales were using as a primary source of food were red in pigmentation, a color which eluded the whales' sight limits. Further exploration determined that the whales could see the copepods as lightblockers, and this allowed them to locate them in the water for feeding.

The scientists, still experimenting with options that would make the cod box nets visible to whales in spite of their limited eyesight, began a series of trials to determine the best color with which to coat the nets for high whale visibility. Using what they had learned from the copepod coloration as a starting point, all sorts of lines were tried, from the typical green, white and black lines of current fishing practice to glow in the dark lines, to LED-lit lines.

The whales ran right into the white, green, black and glow-in-the-dark lines. On the other hand, they responded consistently to ropes that were red and orange, turning aside in time to avoid them. The glow-in-the-dark lines presented insurmountable problems for the fishermen anyhow, as their luminescent nature attracted algae growth in the dark depths. Anytime sub-aquatic growth accumulates, hauling ropes becomes a problem, as the growth fouls the lines as they’re being drawn up into the hauling mechanism on the fishing boat.

[PHOTO: Brian Murphy cleans algae and other growth from the trapline of the Blue Dolphin II. Every time the traps are hauled up, the buoy line needs to be cleaned to prevent overgrowth and fouling of the line. The barrel has a heating coil, and with the steaming hot water and a stiff scrub brush, the overgrowth is brought under control until the next time. The growth occurs because the buoy line is close to the surface, where sunlight encourages all sorts of species of salt water plants and animals to flourish. Photo by Michelle Souliere, (c)2010]

The LED lines had technical problems on two fronts – power supply and durability. In the end, Dr. Kraus was unable to find existing LED rope structured durably enough to survive going through the sheaves of a hauler, and, as he observed in response to my inquiry via email, “the implantation of any LED within existing ropes turns out to be extremely difficult -- others have tried embedding radio frequency PTT tags in ropes with poor success.” (PTT= Platform Transmitter Terminal tags= radio-frequency transmitters used to enable satellite tracking of animals) It is entirely possible that even if the LED ropes had worked well enough, and had generated a positive response in the whales’ navigation, their luminosity may have been problematic in generating growth on the fishing lines, as had been the demonstrated tendency of the glow-in-the-dark lines during testing.

It should be noted here that throughout the tests, local fishermen have assisted Dr. Kraus's team, ensuring that the eventual solution will work on a practical level as well as theoretical. The next series of usability tests is made possible by the participation of members of the Maine Lobsterman Association.

Progress is slow without the ability to communicate directly with the whales. Each conclusion must be made through simple, regulated observation and slight changes in conditions to observe differences in behavior. Still, each year they get closer to making the heavily fished offshore areas of the Northeast safer for the often endangered whales who also call these regions home.

If this sort of stuff piques your interest, why not check out the Gulf of Maine’s Sea State Lecture Series? The lectures are free and open to the public, and are held at the GMRI’s facility in Portland, at 350 Commercial Street. For more information, contact Patty Collins at
(207) 228-1625 or via lectures@gmri.org – or simply sign up for email updates on their website at gmri.org.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Bats in the... library?

Well, the Camden Public Library had an early Halloween visitor in mid-August this year! This little guy found a perch in the children's room of the library, clinging with his tiny fingers to the edge of an acoustic tile. Librarian Miss Amy safely caught the fuzzy flapper in a glass vase, and he was set free elsewhere after everyone got a chance to peek closely through the glass at their new neighbor. The audience read (very appropriately) the book Bats in the Library, by Brian Lies, to celebrate the little guy's release.
See their photo album here:
https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10151113363777899.468298.244152197898&type=1

Thanks to artist Andy Finkle (http://www.andyfinkle.com/)for alerting us to this! He's shown art locally here at the Green Hand Bookshop, and loves Maine. And bats. And libraries.

Interested parties might want to know (incidentally) that the Camden Public Library is holding their book sale tomorrow (8/25) and Sunday (8/26)!

More info: http://www.librarycamden.org/news/15456/book-sale-august-25-26/#more-15456

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Augusta pudding thief legend

One of the many Maine urban legends I've been told over the years is about a man who was found hiding in the ceiling of the State Library in Augusta sometime in the 1990s. Up until last night, I hadn't been able to find out much about it, as many Maine newspapers are not yet digitized, and everyone I talked to had been pretty vague about the year it happened. My only clues were that this guy had set up camp in the ceiling of the library, and had a fondness for pudding.

The story, like many Maine news oddities, made its way into a bunch of AP "news of the weird" columns all across the country. When I finally found it via a searchable archive, it appeared in a Galveston TX newspaper article. Once I had the date, and the fellow's name, I made better progress finding the story in Maine papers.

To set the stage, the Maine State Library forms our backdrop. This austere establishment, founded in 1836, is located in our capitol city of Augusta. The library resides in the Cultural Building alongside the State archives and the State museum. The Cultural Building itself is part of the larger State House complex.

As part of the State House, the library is overseen by the officers of Capitol Security. In September 1991, library staff members sought their assistance in solving a series of baffling overnight item disappearances. These petty thefts continued into October and November.

The missing items were mostly useful everyday items -- flashlights, extension cords, things like that. Capitol Security's suspicions at first focused on office employees and members of a recent asbestos removal work crew. But the more noticeable vanishments were food-related. Employees arrived at work and found that not only had a candy vending machine been cleaned out, but two refrigerators had also been emptied. They knew it wasn't spooks, as whoever took the items had left behind a note of apology. Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice would say.

Patterns developed. The staff figured out that the culprits weren't interested in fruit much, but frozen pizzas and especially pudding were favorite targets. Office life being what it is, the employees kept themselves occupied recording a log that tracked what was disappearing and what was staying put. I personally would LOVE to see that log if it still exists.

The staff for the most part seemed to feel sympathetic to the mysterious bandits, and even took to calling up to the ceiling panels to offer assistance if the intruder would simply let them know what they needed. The Capitol Security officers professed themselves "stymied."

The mystery became flesh when on Wednesday, November 20, 1991, a human foot broke through the third floor ceiling of the library, alerting workers to the location of one Andre V. Jatho. He had stumbled while eluding police, who by process of elimination had found his crawlspace hideaway.

Newspaper articles added another character to the script. It turned out that Jatho had company for most of the time. Until shortly before his capture, a companion, the same man who had introduced Jatho to the advantages of the library's crawlspace area, had been his "assistant." By the time the police were closing in on their hideaway, the second man had moved out. Here is another mystery I would love to know more about. Who was the second man? How had he originally found the crawlspace which he later introduced Jatho to? His name is not recorded in the newspapers I have found so far, but perhaps with a little more digging in some microfilm it will emerge.

Why did Jatho need assistance? It could have been because the crawlspace was accessed through a 1 1/2-foot by 2 1/2-foot utility panel, which entered an area filled with bathroom pipes and heating ducts, with no more than 5 feet of clearance at any point. It must have been quite a trick to get in and out of the space, especially carrying contraband. An extra pair of hands for a boost and help maneuvering must have been almost essential.

It's not too difficult to imagine that Jatho might have been somewhat relieved when his arrest finally came. With the departure of his assistant, Jatho admitted that "I was pretty much trapped on the third floor," and expressed doubt that he would have made it on his own much longer. Photos of him being led into court show a small friendly smile on his face, as though he is glad to see everyone and be out in the open again.

Officers found "everything you could think of" in the hideaway, including sleeping hammocks made from mailbags, collections of books by Dickens, Twain and Joyce, 3 VCRs, a crockpot and an overhead projector. Jatho was unable to remember how many days he had actually spent in the crawlspace. Later court documents decided a simple 10-day span of trespass would be left on the record.

Only 20 years old at the time of his arrest, Andre Jatho had traveled cross-country from Santa Clara, California, seeing the country in a blissful fashion until his money ran out. Back in his hometown, his mother, Janine Eichenberger, had no idea where he was, and only learned that he was alive and safe when a newspaper reporter contacted her about her son's arrest in Maine.

Jatho stayed in Maine for some time after his arrest, waiting out his court dates and sentencing, which was gradually reduced to a $500 fine and 25 hours of community service in the local schools. The charges against him had been reduced from felony burglary and theft down to criminal trespass and theft misdemeanors, and even the theft charge was dropped at the end. The library staff he left behind remained fascinated by the events, examining the books and movies the pair had squirreled away, and marveling over their intriguing taste in material.

At the January 1992 sentencing, District Judge Kirk Studstrup spoke disapprovingly of Jatho's "folk hero" reputation, and his notoriety as the "phantom of the library." However he recognized the uniqueness of the situation, and Jatho's cooperativeness in working with authorities since his arrest. Unable to find a paying job in the area, Jatho had since his discovery been working doing maintenance at a local school to earn public assistance.

Jatho announced in court that he would "gladly work with the children" at an Augusta school, where it was arranged he would be installed as an aide to children needing assistance in learning to read better. Once his sentence hours were complete, he looked forward to returning home to California and going to college, and hopefully getting a job in a bookstore.

After the hearing, he smilingly and softly stated to reporters that the people of Maine had treated him very nicely. After the report on his sentencing, his name does not seem to appear in the Maine newspapers again.

If I had to make an educated guess, I would say that a lot of the details of this story still reside in undigitized news archives and in the word-of-mouth realm. The news reports only hint at a wealth of details. This, of course, means I have more digging to do in the future. There are obvious gaps in the press's version of the story which beg to be filled in. If you have any details you would like to add, please drop me a line and let me know!

Information in this article came from:
Lewiston Sun Journal 11/22/91 p1
Bangor Daily News 1/7/92 p7
Lewiston Sun Journal 1/8/92 p1

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

EVENT: Zombie training Aug 2nd!

Bill McLean wants everyone to know that he is looking for people who want to be zombies in Freight Train Films' upcoming movie, "How to Kill a Zombie"!

WHAT: Zombie Training Camp
WHEN: August 2nd, 2012 @ 6:30pm
WHERE: Mountain Road RV, 21 Mountain Road, Sabattus Maine
FMI: http://www.freighttrainfilms.com

Sign up here to attend: http://www.freighttrainfilms.com/

Bill says: "Bring a water, a snack for you if you need one, comfy clothes. No make-up necessary unless you want to "zombie-up" for the fun of it... Please feel free to share this, comment, like, etc. We need all the dedicated zombie horde we can find!"

Friday, July 06, 2012

EVENT: Gravestone conservation workshop

Those who would like to learn how to help conserve their local or family graveyards will be pleased to know that Spirits Alive is putting on a full day event on July 28, 2012, giving folks a chance to take part in a how-to workshop for basic conservation of gravestones, with lots of hands-on practical information about how to improve and preserve endangered gravestones.

WHAT: Basic Gravestone Conservation Workshop
WHEN: Sat. July 28th, 9:00am-4:00pm with a rain date of July 29th.
WHERE: Eastern Cemetery, across from 241 Congress St., Portland, ME
COST: Suggested donation $10. Pre-registration required. Email: ec.stonegroup@gmail.com
FMI: www.spiritsalive.org

"This is a hands-on workshop where we will clean and reset stones while learning best practices to identify and document work done. There will be instruction on making a new cast base for stones and simple mortaring and adhesive repair. Participants should wear work clothes and sturdy shoes or boots. We are outside all day so bring a hat, sunscreen and bug spray."

Instructor: Ta Mara Conde of Historic Gravestone Services

Limited to 15 participants.

Sponsored by Spirits Alive.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Abandonment in Maine group


Back in May I received an email from Ryan Prescott, one of a group of 8th-graders who live in the Machias area. He had read the Strange Maine article about the hamlet of Freeman, and thought I might be interested in what they were up to. They've taken it upon themselves to start documenting abandoned locations in their area, and are calling their project Abandonment of Maine. This is how it starts, folks! You get bitten by the bug, early or late, and the rest is history. Literally and figuratively!

Their website is:
http://www.abandonmentme.tk/
You can also check out their videos on YouTube (there are 5 of them up at the time I'm posting this):
http://www.youtube.com/abandonmentofmaine

The videos are raw, though well-edited, and basically allow you to walk with them along and through the areas they are investigating -- because they are not just looking at properties, they are also looking at old roads left to grow wild, another facet of the Maine historic world. These guys are getting out in the field and seeing what they can find, which few of us take the opportunity to actually do. Of course they get so excited sometimes about what they're encountering that they forget what they're doing with the camera, but who can blame them for that?!

The area they're exploring is mostly in walking distance of where they live, in part because of current gas prices (Ryan didn't want to have his parents drag him around, spending all that money). But the on-foot approach definitely has other advantages -- you really do get to see everything at a ground-level that driving investigators miss, from the long, gradual approach to the site, to the details often buried in the landscape around you.

After the initial e-mail from Ryan, I checked out their videos. At that time there were only a few episodes up, but it was enough to whet my appetite. I decided to shoot a few interview questions off to Ryan, and he was obliging enough to respond.

Q: What made you grab your camera and start doing this project?
I thought it might be a good idea to document by fascination not only because I love filming but also because I thought maybe others would like the concept as well.

Q: What was the first abandoned place you ever explored?
The first abandoned place I ever explored was (if you don't count my failed Riceville visit) the Uffelman residence. I'll get to that in a bit.

Q: What is the strangest thing you've ever found out there?
When I was exploring the Uffelman residence remains, I noticed something odd in a small ditch. I thought it might have been a bone since it was hollow but when I got a closer look it was the head of a baby doll. The time it had spent in the weather had completely blackened its eyes.

Q: Have you ever encountered anything bizarre that you really couldn't explain away?
Not yet, but I am definitely hoping to.

Q: What town are you guys based out of?
Most of us are from East Machias.

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On their website, they clearly state:
Since the third episode, we've asked permission from all owners. (We have since learned that the house first featured in episode 3 is being sold for well over $160,000. If we were blamed for the vandalism we would be on some thin ice.)

If you'd like something on your property featured on Abandonment of Maine, please use the contact form on their "Contact Us" page:
http://www.abandonmentme.tk/contact-us.html

Here is the Uffelman House video: (click to YouTube link http://youtu.be/_mneQIx4KIg to view larger):

Sunday, June 10, 2012

The Dead Rise for Zombie Kickball VII

The weather was perfect for today's annual Zombie Kickball game which took place on the Eastern Prom.  When I arrived the field was covered with zombies, but there was some confusion as one of the dugouts held a kids baseball team waiting to use the field.  But zombies have a way of triumphing over humans even when they aren't eating their faces.   The zombies had reserved the field.  So after watching the blood covered dead stumble around for awhile, the kids baseball team eventually wandered off.

The zombie turn out was smaller this year than in previous years, although there was a large crowd of spectators.  Not sure whether the lack of zombies had anything to do with being scheduled on the same day as the Old Port Festival or not, but both teams were fairly small and play was mostly in the infield.  There seemed to be a larger contingent of younger zombies.  Also it was good to see some familiar faces from previous years.

If you missed out on the fun, here are a few photos.

Zombies aren't the best kickers.

Some familiar faces from previous years get into a zombie skirmish.

Angry Ref zombie - another familiar face from previous years.

The littlest zombie whose eye makeup reminded me of Paul Stanley from Kiss.   Later on she almost devoured Monkey.

The Aviator zombie

Gas mask zombie 

The soccer zombie had some disgusting looking blood on his shirt.

A spectator helps Monkey with his Monkey Safety Vehicle, while Monkey comes to the realization that the vehicle has one major flaw - the entrance leaves his tail exposed to zombie bites.

Photos (c) Chris Wallace

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Zombie Kickball rises again JUNE 10!

Paint for brains! Photo by Michelle Souliere, 2009.
Artwork by Carrie Vinette.

Oh boy oh boy! The grass is green on the Eastern Prom, and the skies are blue.

What else can that mean but IT'S TIME FOR ZOMBIE KICKBALL AGAIN!!!?

Break out the shin guards and parasols!


WHAT: Zombie Kickball VII!
WHEN: Sunday, June 10, 2012 @ 1:00pm
WHERE: Carter Field on the Eastern Prom, Portland
FMI: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Portland-Zombie-Kickball/110342888981391

Sooner or later... he WILL get to 1st base.
Photo by Michelle Souliere, 2009.

Come dressed to play a rousing game of kickball with the undead! Spectators are welcome, as zombies when kept busy amusing themselves behind fences are quite entertaining. Weather is often variable, so be sure to check the forecast when arranging your costume. There has been a year or two when the victims' brains were mixed liberally with mud as rain started coming down.

Costumes are up to you -- are you a serious phase-three latex and rotten gore zombie? An oatmeal and red syrup zombie? The choice is all yours! Zombie hunters may also find this a excellent opportunity to don goggles and protective overwear for a little fun in the sun. Hey, if you're well-armored, why not join one of the teams? It's been done before. No one's been eaten yet. Family groups are also a popular team-costume option. Best family photo op EVER!!! Astound the relatives at Christmas. Believe me, they won't be expecting a holiday photo like that!

Take a peek at last year's zombie shenanigans:


For a survey of some of the past years' Zombie Kickball events, click here:
http://strangemaine.blogspot.com/search?q=zombie+kickball

And above all, come ready to HAVE FUN!!! :)

Sunday, May 06, 2012

EVENT: Mother's Day mentalist show!

Well, the time has come again for talented mentalist Rory Raven to visit the state of Maine from his home base in Providence, Rhode Island. The show, conveniently for those of us with mothers whose curiosity gets the better of them, is being held on Mother's Day, next Sunday!

WHAT: Rory Raven Will Read Your Mind!
WHEN: Sunday, May 13th @ 7:30pm
WHERE: Lucid Stage, 29 Baxter Blvd, Portland, ME
COST: $15 per person. Moms in attendance will be given a flower and a free drink!
FMI: call (207) 899-3993 or visit http://www.lucidstage.com/event/rory-raven-will-read-your-mind-3/

Here's a message from Rory: "Greetings! Welcome to the Theater of the Mind. I am your host, Rory Raven. Neither a psychic nor a magician, I offer a new and compelling experience unlike anything you’ve ever seen. I will read your mind, bend your spoon, and leave you talking about it for the rest of your life.”

Rory Raven is a mentalist, hailing from Providence, Rhode Island. He is also an author, historian, and leads The Providence Ghost Walk. Join us for this evening of other-worldly antics that will be sure to keep you wondering…

Bring your Mother for a bonding experience of a lifetime!

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Once in a blue moon

For months there has been buzz circulating in Portland's artistic and historic communities about an exhibit planned at Portland's belle dame of historic showpieces, the Victoria Mansion. On March 30th, 2012, this fabled exhibit made its debut, and new history was made. The legend thus founded will live on in Portlanders' memories, I suspect.

What is so special about this exhibit? First of all, and of utmost urgency to those who would like to see it, the art show is a short one by the usual standards -- in fact, this Saturday, April 21st, is the final day it will be on view at 109 Danforth Street here in Portland, Maine. Second of all, the exhibit is a breathtaking feat of alchemy, combining as it does the elements of history, art, literature, and a uniquely appealing connection to modern citizens of today, young and old alike (to paraphrase Jim Charette, team leader of the City of Readers program at the Portland Public Library).

"Oh," you say, "but what IS it, this exhibit of which you speak so effusively?" Why, only Victoria's Wonderama, a steampunk themed artshow curated by Lisa Pixley, and hosted in the halls and chambers of Portland's unique historic edifice, the Victoria Mansion.

And "What is steampunk?" may well be your next question, which is very simply and happily answered. Steampunk is a literary and aesthetic movement bound up in Victoriana and an alternate history of steam technology. Think gears and clanking gizmos, all the best contraptions of H.G. Wells and Jules Verne brought to life, sporting brass and velvet with all the bells and whistles.

Now, take steampunk, and steep it in the rarified air of the Victoria Mansion, fermented in the intense imaginations of a handful of determined artists, and you have an alembic to create the finest gold from these ingredients.

The artists, while working separately, have created a whole entity, that being Victoria's Wonderama.

My first stop was the Library, my favorite room in the mansion, which has been filled by Christian Matzke with all manner of trophies and paraphernalia from a Victorian gentleman who fought against Martians in the 1905 Mars campaign, developed the "Nosferat-View," and maintained an absinthe-powered articulated brass arm, also on display. The Nosferat-View, pictured here, utilizes the armature of a typical stereoscope viewer to allow the viewer to ensure there are no vampires in the room -- one eye sees the room unaided, and the other through a periscope-like mirror exchange. Well, I know -- I wish I'd thought of that too.

Next on my tour was the Dining Room, wherein lies ensconced the Morses' green dining service amidst other treasures. This room, designed to produce an atmosphere for serious and appreciative dining, has taken on an additional veil of somberness as David Twiss (also responsible for the woodcut invitation design seen around town, and the Cthulhu woodcut banners at the entrance, visible in the first photo above) has draped it in an exquisite hand-cut lace piece which evokes a seance-like feel, the centerpiece of the table a golden glowing orb, and shadows everywhere, delicate and filled with stories to tell.

Moving through the front hall, one's eye is immediately attracted to the Reception Room, which hosts Greta Banks' apocalyptic gold-encrusted vision in pink and orange, "Clearance: The Four Horsemen." The Victorians have nothing on the twentieth century for glorious overkill, it turns out! Also on the first floor we find a carefully assembled series of intricate insects and crustaceans, cobbled delicately from clockwork parts and mounted in bell jars for our worthy inspection, and a tribute to that lowly but much-needed Victorian laborer, the chimneysweep, all by Mike Libby.

On removing to the upper chambers, we enter further realms of shifting shadow and light, discovering Scott Peterman's portraits, the frames of which have been lifted from the Victorian wall decorations and given new technological life as lenticular manifestations -- a true descendant of the Victorian-era stereopticon! But the wonders do not end there. Stephen Burt's treatment of the Red Bedroom introduces the viewer to the shadows and shifting light of the Louisiana bayou, Morse's home away from home. Like the lenticular portraits in the hall, the antique mirror that Morse looked into himself shows multiple reflections of the silhouetted shapes in the window, creating a dreamlike reverie of layers and the partially-seen.

Dazed with fascination, we can proceed to the final entries in this door-to-door steampunk diary which mixes fancy history with historical fancies. The Sitting Room showcases Tom Couture's delectably-lit vignettes of Victorian-garbed subjects amidst the very rooms of the Mansion itself in an improbable yet oh-so-real story the events of which we can only imagine. In the Turkish Smoking Room a single piece stands in state, Brendan Ferri's "Geo-Magnetosphere," a perpetual motion machine frozen in time, whose circuits would be given velocity by the elements of the earth and sun itself.

And to finally blow our minds, Greta Bank has prepared two more brain-breaking masterpieces, "Rat King" and "Cashmere Roadkill," found in the Green Bedroom and the Dressing Room, respectively. Greta's work continues to astound me, year after year. She is Portland's Matthew Barney, with promise of more amazing things to come.

One of my favorite things about this show is that it continues the conceit of the house itself, graced as it is with skillfully executed faux finishes and trompe l'oeil frescoes, designed by Gustave Herter and made real by the brush of Giuseppe Guidicini. Nothing is quite what it seems, even when this exhibit is not here -- and Victoria's Wonderama plays even further with that element. What is, what is not? The heart and soul of wonder is laid bare for us to marvel at here.

Please do take the opportunity to see this show if you can! The likes of it may never be seen again, though we can only trust that the good folks of the Victoria Mansion will be inclined to grace us with new and wondrous exhibits like this in the future. For more info: http://www.victoriamansion.org/

Friday, April 06, 2012

1896 Maine newspaper mastodon article

Just in case you think the Press Herald doesn't publish articles as exciting as you might hope them to be, here is an example of some of the more sensational items they published more than a century ago!

This appears courtesy of a guest post from Loren Coleman (those of you on the mailing list may have already seen this):
The Portland Press [of Portland, Maine] of November 28 [1896] publishes a long conversation with Col. C. F. Fowler, late of the Alaskan Fur and Commercial company, in which he gives very clear evidence that in the interior of Alaska many mastodons still survive. He first discovered among some "fossil" ivory collected by the natives two tusks which showed evidence of being recently taken from the animal which carried them.

On questioning the native who sold it to him he was surprised to receive a full description of the immense beast which had been killed by the natives, a description fully identifying the animal with the mastodon.

Col. Fowler quotes Gov. Swineford, of Alaska, as having also investigated this matter and as being satisfied that on the high plateaus of that country large herds of mastodons still roam unmolested by the natives, who fear them greatly.

The Alaska News also admits that the evidence of their existence is too strong to be denied.

Source: Portland Press. "Do Mastodons Exist? ­ Good evidence that at least one species still lives." Decatur Daily Republican. Decatur, Illinois. Monday, March 29, 1897. (Credit: Denny Gayton, T. Peter Park)

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I was reminded of this while I was posting, "Mammoth Megafauna Mammal Massacre," here:
http://www.cryptomundo.com/cryptozoo-news/young-dryas/

Saturday, March 31, 2012

The Mysterious Lady of Frye Island

From the Lewiston Evening Journal of Oct. 21, 1878:
A Mystery.—The Press says that on Thursday last the family of Mr. Noah Hooper, who live on Frye's Island in Lake Sebago, saw a well dressed female come from the woods in the vicinity of the house, who sang parts of several songs. Her head was not covered, nor her hair put up, but was hanging loose over her shoulders. In her hand she carried a white handkerchief. When an attempt was made to approach her she fled into the woods. She has been seen once since. Her tracks are plenty on the shore, made by a well-formed foot, and well-written disconnected letters are seen on the sand. Mr. Hooper's cows have come to the barn, having the appearance of having been milked, and a pan of milk has been taken from the cellar. Friday a party searched the island without discovering the mysterious lady. The island is about three-fourths of a mile from Raymond Cape, about three miles from the "Outlet" and about the same distance from the railroad station. Mr. Hooper's family is the only one living on the island, which contains about 900 acres, nearly wooded.

Monday, March 05, 2012

Ghosthunting classes in Auburn

Like many other cities, Auburn regularly offers inexpensive adult education classes. In a recent Lewiston Sun Journal article, a list of what Auburn Adult Education is offering this March included an interesting surprise among the usual classes for varied subjects like sewing, belly dancing, boating, and online business marketing. How about trying your hand at ghosthunting?

That's right! Ghosthunting 101 will be meeting from 6:00-9:00 p.m. on Thursdays beginning March 15, for eight weeks. Presented by Central Maine Paranormal Investigations, the course will cover the basics of ghosthunting and the paranormal. Field training is included.

For more information and to register, please visit: http://auburn.maineadulted.org/courses/course/ghosthunting_101 -- Registration is required. Call (207)333-6661 to register over the phone, mail in a payment, or register online at auburn.maineadulted.org

The course will be offered via Turner Adult Education as well, during April and May. Visit here to register, http://msad52.maineadulted.org/courses/course/ghosthunting_101, or call (207)225-3478.

Have fun!

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Real life superheroes?

Some of you may remember when Lewiston had two very real vigilante superheroes at large, namely Dreizehn and Slapjack. I posted about it back in September 2010, mentioning a June 2010 article in the Lewiston Daily Sun where they were interviewed: http://strangemaine.blogspot.com/2010/09/maines-cloaked-crusaders.html

While there is no mention of Maine real life superheroes in the news lately that I've seen, I have received a request from Nadia, who is a student at the Salt Documentary Institute. She is interested in interviewing any other Maine superheroes for a project she is working on. Here is a message from her to the Maine superhero community at large:
I (Nadia) am a radio documentary student at the Salt Institute of Documentary Studies in Portland, Maine and am interested in doing a story on a Real Life Superhero in Maine. If any RLSH would be interested in speaking to me or suggest any other Real Life Superheroes I should contact, I'd be most grateful!

My contact info is:
salt.documentary@gmail.com
(207) 699-2918 [student phone line]
If anyone would be interested in adding their voice to a documentary record of the Maine superhero scene, or in giving Nadia any hints as to where else she can look for activity, please do contact her. Thank you!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Monster Maine lobster!!!

According to MPBN's site, a massive lobster was caught off the coast early this weekend. Holy moley! Would love to see a picture of this feller.
Monster Lobster Caught off Maine Coast
02/22/2012 03:44 PM ET

BOOTHBAY HARBOR, Maine (AP) _ A giant 27-pound lobster has been caught off the Maine coast, but it won't be going into a pot of boiling water.

Maine State Aquarium Director Aimee Hayden-Rodriques says Cushing shrimp fisherman Robert Malone caught the monster crustacean in his nets Friday. He gave it to the Department of Marine Resources to deliver to the aquarium which the DMR operates in Boothbay Harbor.

The beast weighed in at 27 pounds and measured nearly 40 inches long. It was dubbed Rocky because it was caught in the Rockland area, but Hayden-Rodriquez says it could have been named for Rocky the boxer because its claws are big enough to pack quite a punch.

Hayden-Rodriquez says Rocky will soon be released into the ocean because he'll fare better in the wild.
See full story here: http://www.mpbn.net/News/MaineHeadlineNews/tabid/968/ctl/ViewItem/mid/3479/ItemId/20461/Default.aspx

Local paranormal conference announced

James Wetherell, Co-Director of Central Maine Paranormal Investigations (CMPI), is teaming up with Andrew Graham, founder of Research of New Hampshire (NEARNH) to host their first ever paranormal conference. The conference is slated to be held in a location still to be determined, with a convenient placement somewhere on the New Hampshire Maine border. The date for the conference is Columbus Day weekend, Oct 6th-7th, 2012.

They are currently working out the logistics, including the exact location. Meanwhile, they are looking for speakers and vendors to participate in the event. They also want to put the word out to anyone interested in attending as guests to stay tuned for more info.

Anyone interested in speaking or being a vendor please e-mail James for more details at pilaken[at]hotmail.com

Friday, February 10, 2012

Unexpected Christmas turkey

Occasionally New Hampshire's SeacoastOnline.com site has some intriguing tidbits of Maine news. For instance, this story about a turkey who was late for Christmas dinner at a home in Eliot:
Turkey intruder ruffles feathers
By Deborah Mcdermott
December 31, 2011 2:00 AM

ELIOT, Maine — A home intruder ran afowl of the law this week, making for a most unusual day for Eliot police Officer Dave Arsenault.

Arsenault responded to a Garrison Drive residence around 3:45 p.m. Dec. 26, after the owner reported coming home and hearing something moving upstairs.

On inspecting the outside of the house, the owner found a broken window in a second-story bedroom.

As Arsenault entered the house, he, too, heard the noise and thought he'd caught a burglar red-handed.

With gun drawn, the officer began a systematic search and when he arrived at the door of the bedroom where he'd heard the noise, he prepared for confrontation.

Kicking the door open, he found himself facing not a burglar but a wild tom turkey.

"It appears as if the turkey flew into the window and gained entry to the room. It was basically trapped, and it was quite frustrated," Police Chief Theodor Short said.

Arsenault and the homeowner tried unsuccessfully to throw a sheet over the bird, which did not appear to be injured.

Eventually, the turkey found his way to the window and out on his own.

"I guess you could say he flew the coop," Short said.
Source: http://www.seacoastonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20111231/NEWS/112310322/-1/NEWSMAP

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Ghost towns of Maine

This article appears in the current issue of the Strange Maine Gazette. Some of you might have heard me discussing it with DanK on WMPG's "Random Thought Crime Generator" radio show last night. Here it is in all its length for your reading pleasure!
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Ghost Towns of Maine

Moss-covered granite slabs from an old foundation.
Those of you who attended my author talk at the Lithgow Public Library in Augusta during spring 2011 will recognize some of the material in this article from that evening, when I was first feeling my way through a maze of a couple centuries’ worth of town records in an attempt to sum up Maine’s ghost town history. If any of you kind Augustans are reading this, thank you for your patience as I tried to find my legs that night!

Ghost towns are most typically assumed to exist in the Old West, and particular imagery is associate with them – tumbleweeds blowing through dusty streets, old woodframe buildings silvered with weathering, abandoned shopfronts, a straggling huddle of buildings in the middle of the desert or the mountains. As the desolate wind howls through what used to be Main Street, a shutter or two bangs restlessly, startling unwary visitors, and at night the coyotes howl in the distance.

It wasn’t until I read William F. Robinson’s book, Abandoned New England, that it occurred to me that Maine has its own ghost towns. Our state’s most famous ghost town is Flagstaff Village, which today lies at the bottom of Flagstaff Lake, visited by many each year as part of the Appalachian Trail. But Flagstaff is not alone. Maine is peppered with ghost towns of varying size, left in settlers’ wakes as waves of citizens tried their hands at taming the land, attempting to balance making a living and making a livable home from available resources, and sometimes failing.

But what is a ghost town? The most succinct definition I found describes one as “a town where few or no people now live,” while the Merriam-Webster Dictionary is more specific, entailing “a once-flourishing town wholly or nearly deserted usually as a result of the exhaustion of some natural resource.” Maine has many abandoned town sites that fit into the second category – the industrial age certainly took its fickle toll on our state. However, not all of our ghost towns were based around the plundering of natural resources. A smattering of Maine towns were formed around more idealized concepts. Many represented new starts for groups of settlers, some as religious communities, while others seem to have started simply as a common collecting point for previously unassociated frontier families looking for others to live near.

A unique example of a town’s founding is that of Freeman Ridge, which was formed by survivors of the burning of Portland (then called Falmouth) during the Revolutionary War. The land was granted to them by the state of Massachusetts (of which Maine was then a part) in the wake of that devastation, and was the westerly one of two such relief grants, the other being New Portland. Freeman was surveyed and settled around 1797, incorporated in 1808 (despite various sources citing dates ranging from 1803 to 1807), and repealed it incorporation in 1937. Like many ghost towns, its population peaked early, and then declined steadily.

In 1840 its population was 838, and these townsfolk had cleared thousands of acres of land to accommodate some of the largest sheep farms in Maine, but by 1900 town numbers had declined to 397, and by 1930 only 219 people remained in the town. The Civil War and the Industrial Age took their toll, creating in Freeman a snapshot of the transition from the colonial to the modern world. Today Freeman, while no longer officially a town, still serves as a commuter bedroom community for workers in nearby towns like Farmington, and as a pleasant seasonal home for skiers at nearby mountains like Saddleback and Sugarloaf. [Source: “A Maine Ghost Town: What Happened to the Lost Hamlet of Freeman Ridge” by Jeff Clark, Down East, Sept 2006, pg 74] If you are feeling curious, you can actually take a peek at the original handwritten grant for the Freeman township, which dates back to 1791, available on the Maine Historical Society’s website at http://www.mainememory.net/artifact/9220

A large part of Maine’s ghost town heritage revolves around the use of land by timber companies and other major business concerns, including but not limited to hide tanning, slate or granite quarrying, organized seasonal recreation, grain milling, sheep farming, rough iron mining, and ice harvesting. Land would be acquired to turn a profit from whatever resources existed there – lumber, quarrying stone, or other – and in the process, some land might be leased to workers of the company, or others looking for affordable land in the area. Land leasing from the big companies has always been a tricky business. There is no guarantee, even today, that the ownership won’t suddenly decide that they need your land, and that you need to vacate the premises in short order. Sort of like the private business version of eminent domain.

Some of Maine’s more famous ghost towns have resulted from this sort of short-notice abandonment of property, like Hurricane Island. Located off the coast of Rockland near Vinalhaven, and owned by Civil War veteran General Tillson, “Hurricane was supposed to be a chartered town but Tillson made it a company town.” Like most company towns, the general store and most of the houses were owned by Tillson’s business.

This subtle form of indentured servitude ensured that the island-bound workers, although drawing a paycheck, would find themselves paying much of their wages back to Tillson in the form of rent or when purchasing necessary goods at the store. “The few families who scraped enough together to build their own dwellings were charged land rent, and often they were ordered to move their houses to another site if the company decided to quarry the granite beneath their kitchens.” [Source: Ghost Towns of New England by Fessenden S. Blanchard, 1960]

The end of Hurricane was abrupt. As assessed in the brief article, “Four Disappeared Towns and One Mighty Tiny One” in the Maine Times, “the people of Hurricane Island were said to have left the sheets on their beds when they left in 1915.” All it took was word from the quarry manager that Tillson’s company was about to go bankrupt. Workers and their families vacated the island in a mere days. Residents of nearby Vinalhaven Island allegedly ferried away the lumber from the residences and buildings, and only the foundations and the quarry pits were left behind. [Source: Maine Times 12/19/1980, pg 20] Since 1963, the subsequent private owner of the island has leased a portion of the island to Outward Bound, resulting in the now-famous island-named wilderness survival school. The tremendous, multi-story cliff that was created by quarrying out granite from the island bed is now used by the school to teach rock climbing.

Others, like Flagstaff Village and its neighbors Bigelow Plantation and Dead River Plantation, suffered their fate in the name of hydropower. In 1948, after two decades of rumors, Central Maine Power took final steps to organize the damming of Dead River. A 1927 legislative bill had allowed CMP to utilize eminent domain to seize land necessary for damming in order to provide more reliable power to the state’s population. The citizens of Flagstaff Village, Bigelow Plantation, and Dead River Plantation found themselves with little choice. They had to sell their homes to CMP or face the inevitable fate of having their homes flooded out from under them. Many moved to nearby Eustis, forming the New Flagstaff neighborhood. Family graves from the town graveyards were reinterred in Eustis, and even a few houses were moved to new ground ahead of the floodwaters.

This simple iteration of facts leaves out the anguish of those last months for longtime residents. The Flagstaff community’s last farewells were shaken by worry, as fires set to clear land raged out of control, dusting partygoers with cinders and smoke, hastening the packing up of cars for the move. A local, interviewed by Fessenden Blanchard for his book, Ghost Towns of New England, recounted the scene: “The fires weren’t properly controlled and there was a lot of fire fighting. Some of it went on when we were having our farewell party and it kind of spoiled it for some.”

Even Captain Wing’s daydream of building a big Noah’s ark for everyone seemed wistfully futile. Nothing was going to avert the dissolution of this close-knit community, and by late 1949 the town was abandoned to the encroaching waters. In March 1950 a newspaper headline summed up the ordeal’s end: “Creeping, Watery Death to Smother Beauties of Spring in Rural Flagstaff. All Roads Are Cut. Residents Gone as Reservoir Grows.” Soon Flagstaff Lake was in residence, the second largest lake in Maine, and the only one I know of with the curious relics of a town lurking in its lower levels. The years have smoothed the outlines of the town streets and foundation holes, making it difficult to discern them even when the lake’s water level is cooperatively low, but visitors still find old kitchen utensils and other traces of the community’s daily life when wading in the shallows of the lake.

However many towns fell by the wayside in the wake of the brutal plunder of commerce, some dissolved from pure lack of volition, and what their better-organized neighbors felt was their sure moral and civil dissolution. Early Maine towns also disbanded when tragedies occurred, such as the death of the town founder or benefactor. Other towns fell by the wayside as farming practices changed, transportation expenses rose, railroad and ferry lines shifted their operations, changing age demographics caused closure of the local schools, or too many non-residents took over land, causing tax-collection trouble.

The arrival of gas-powered engines also did its own share of shifting, as traffic and citizen needs changed accordingly. Communities that depended on boats found it necessary to move closer to gas supplies as they shifted to using gas-powered motors to increase their vessels’ productivity. Train lines shrank and went out of service as trucks took over much of the shipping industry. The Great Depression took a heavy toll, as did the needs of quick modernization after World War II, when citizens began demanding reliable access to phone and power lines. Clearly Merriam-Webster’s summation of what “ghost town” means does not adequately convey all the complexities involved.

The early use of the term ghost town dates from 1931, according to Merriam-Webster, and it seems about this time that a greater civic awareness of humanity’s condition in out of the way places, and the drive to improve it (often whether or not the locals perceived of themselves as needing improvement) began making regular appearances in print publications, of both professional and layperson readership. An example of this would be the publication an article by O. J. Scoville, which found its way into the August 1937 issue of The Journal of Land and Public Utility Economics, titled “Liquidating Town Government in Decadent Rural Areas of Maine.” I don’t think they were using the word “decadent” in a way that we are accustomed to today, when it tends to reference a dissolute state of luxury and excess!

Ghost towns, despite their name, are not necessarily completely dead. Some are absorbed into nearby towns, and some even continue today, eking out an existence as an unorganized township, or existing unnamed on the edge of a more developed town. Some ghost towns cycle back to life, as the allure of the small town lifestyle attracts people from the rest of the country to Maine’s rural areas, locations which are perceived to present a simpler, more affordable, self-sustaining opportunity, and the type of community which is supposed to be a good place to raise a family.

Out of the 615 town areas reporting in Maine’s 2010 U.S. Census figures, 90 towns had less than 300 people in their total population. Many of these are now considered plantations instead of towns. In general, municipal organization in Maine occurs in the following pattern according to population/size of community: 1) Cities 2) Towns 3) Plantations 4) Unorganized townships

It’s not surprising that a lot of ghost towns linger in Maine’s limbo of Unorganized Territories (UT), but I was a little astonished to find that the unorganized territory of Maine accounts for just over half the area of the entire state, which translates to a lot of open area. I hadn’t paid much attention to Maine’s UT until I started looking for locations to send copies of the Gazette in search of a wider Maine audience. To my surprise, I found huge swathes of land in the northern and western regions of the state where there simply weren’t any substantial population centers! The Main Streets, the cafes, all those little niceties of town life that we here in the southern part of the state take for granted, just disappear for huge areas across the map, swallowed up by the piney forest. So I did some more research about this mammoth part of the state that doesn’t have as many folks to speak for it.

An Unorganized Territory (UT) is defined as an area of Maine that has no local, incorporated municipal government. According to the State’s website at maine.gov, “Duties related to providing services and property tax administration in the UT are shared among various State agencies and County government. The Maine Legislature serves as the ‘local governing body’ for the UT, as it annually reviews and approves the various budgets from State agencies and County government necessary to provide services and property tax administration in the UT.”

Maine’s Unorganized Territory is made up of over 400 townships, as well as many coastal islands that are not located within the bounds of nearby mainland towns. Out of Maine’s U.S. Census population total of 1,328,361, only about 9,000 live permanently in the Unorganized Territory, although that population swells with seasonal residents each year. Many Maine ghost towns are now seasonal recreation locales, attracting tourists and visitors to their area in the warmer months or during hunting and winter sport season. A select few have even become historic sites, maintained as part of Maine’s park service system, a unique educational opportunity which other New England states such as New Hampshire have also fostered. See Recommended Reading below for a great NH guide book to these sites in our neighbor state.

How do you know if you’ve stumbled across a ghost town site? Few are easy to find if you set out with that goal in mind, since identifying markers have crumbled or been removed as the area’s status changed. Ghost towns are far more likely to be discovered by accident during a tromp in the woods. You may find clusters of cellar holes and accompanying stone walls, indicating a defunct farming community like the towns of Montville, Knox, and Morrill, now dissolved and recombined into the Frye Mountain Wildlife Management Area. Or you may be lucky enough to stumble across the remains of outbuildings, or old unpaved access roads which have yet to be overgrown by rampant nature.

Think in terms of where settlements would have formed, and why. Most communities needed a mills nearby as settlers had to be able to get their grain ground for flour, and lumber cut to built with. Mills required a good source of water energy to run productively. Maine has lots of rivers and lakes which provided this important resource to newcomers. Early ghost towns will be in locations which are well-placed to allow the survival and sustenance of a growing population, while later ghost towns often gravitated to locations further afield where industry was created out of lumber, stone, or other raw material in the area, supplemented by a nearby railroad or carriage road system. Access to a transportation network was essential for these later settlement, both for importing harder-to-find supplies to fill the needs of employees and their families.

Tracking ghost towns through records is also tricky. For example, when researching Freeman Ridge, there are multiple “previous designations” for the Freeman area (located between Kingfield and Strong), including: Township No. 3, 2nd Range North of Plymouth Claim, West of Kennebec River (T3 R2 NPC WKR); Little River; West Falmouth; and Falmouth Township. Beyond the recorded names, you find additional anomalies such as the fact that residents were enumerated as living in “West Portland” in the 1800 census. As if that wasn’t enough, part of Freeman was set off to form North Salem (now Salem Township) in 1823, and another part was set off as part of New Portland in 1833. As with many other topics of historic research, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack – a haystack that just keeps growing larger the longer you dig!

Although I only mention a small sample of Maine’s ghost towns here, my initial research turned up at least a couple dozen sites, and those signify just the first brief casting of the net. There are many more out there, “moldering in the forest and collapsing under the pressure of sprouting trees and strangling bittersweet vines,” to quote Jeff Clark of Down East. Some lie just off heavily traveled roads, while others have relinquished themselves in more solitary surroundings, tucked up against mountains or at the far end of long-defunct railway lines. Like the ghost streets of Portland, their time has passed, but traces of them still linger if one brings a searching eye to their old neighborhoods.

Recommended Reading:
Ghost Towns of New England by Fessenden Blanchard
Abandoned New England by William F. Robinson
Haunted Hikes of New Hampshire by Marianne O’Connor
Buried in the Woods: Sawmill Ghost Towns of Nova Scotia by Mike Parker

Saturday, February 04, 2012

The missing phoenix bird

The Portland Press Herald had a great article by Edward Murphy on January 27th about one of Portland's historic mysteries. About a year and a half ago Andrew Graham, quoted in the article below, emailed me wondering where the original wooden Portland Resurgam phoenix was, when he encountered nothing but "a soul-less reproduction" at Key Bank. Apparently he's kept asking around! Here's hoping the article will help find the sculpture, where ever it is today!
Have you seen this bird?
Mystery surrounds this relic from Portland's fiery past.

By Edward D. Murphy emurphy@mainetoday.com, Staff Writer

PORTLAND — A carved wooden phoenix is proving just as elusive as the mythical creature it depicts.

The phoenix was carved for the facade of one of Portland's oldest banks just after the Great Fire of 1866 scorched a large swath of the city. It survived more than 60 years of exposure to Maine's harsh weather, then another 70 years or so inside bank lobbies.

But it disappeared about a decade ago, and no one knows where it has nested since, or whether it still exists.

"It's just dropped out of sight inexplicably," said Andrew Graham, president of Creative Portland, who said he has admired the carving since it appeared in an exhibit in the 1970s. Graham is helping to lead an effort to track it down.

A replica of the phoenix, apparently made of fiberglass, is in KeyBank's Monument Square branch. The original was commissioned by Canal Bank in 1866, when the bank rebuilt after the fire and moved its headquarters to Middle Street.
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Portland added the phoenix to its municipal seal in the 1830s. Canal Bank executives apparently wanted to draw on that inspiration as the city tried to recover from the fire in 1866.

The craftsman is unknown, but probably was a ship's carver who was skilled in carving wooden figureheads, said William Barry of the Maine Historical Society library.

"It's an icon," Barry said. "It was considered a local treasure. What happened to it, I don't know."

The bank put the carving on its building's roof line, where it stayed until the structure was expanded around 1930. Around that time, the phoenix was put in the bank lobby. It was moved next door, to KeyBank's Canal Plaza branch, after mergers put Canal Bank under the Ohio bank's corporate wing.

KeyBank moved the bird to its Monument Square branch in 2004. Spokeswoman Therese Myers said she thought it was the original, but a comparison with a picture of the original in a book on Maine art shows significant differences.
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"It seems that we are not sure whatever might have happened to the original," said Sherry Brown, KeyBank's regional marketing manager for Maine and Vermont, in an email in August. "Apparently it was built in pieces, so we fear it may have been destroyed or trashed and not kept."

Brown could not be reached for comment this week.

Earle Shettleworth, Maine's state historian, said the city deserves a better answer.

"It's certainly one of the great symbols of the city and we ought to know where it is," he said.
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Check out the full text of the Press Herald article for more, including photos:
http://www.pressherald.com/news/will-the-phoenix-rise-again__2012-01-27.html
The photo below, from a stereoview in the New York Public Library digital archives, shows the Canal Bank building after the fire in 1866.


You can view the original image here: http://digitalgallery.nypl.org/nypldigital/dgkeysearchdetail.cfm?trg=1&strucID=646747&imageID=G89F237_050F&total=900&num=80&word=Fires&s=3¬word=&d=&c=&f=2&k=0&lWord=&lField=&sScope=&sLevel=&sLabel=&imgs=20&pos=90&e=w

Wednesday, February 01, 2012

EVENT: Ghostly Valentine evening

WHAT: Valentine’s Ghost Hunt, Benefit for Pemaquid Watershed Association WHEN: Saturday, Feb. 11th, 9:00pm-1:00am WHERE: Rufus Flye House, Damariscotta, Maine FMI: call Mysterious Destinations at (207)380-4677 or mysteriousdestinations@gmail.com, or visit http://mysteriousdestinations.com/ A quest for evidence of paranormal activity at the Rufus Flye House in Damariscotta will be just in time for couples seeking something different to do on Valentine’s Day weekend. The event even includes a romantic dinner, although the ambience will take a turn towards the technical during a briefing on how to use equipment to detect paranormal activity, when guests will also learn information about the building’s history and reported hauntings. The “Midnight Explore” is scheduled for Saturday, Feb 11th, 2012, from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. It will be hosted by Mysterious Destinations, a Damariscotta-based company that has coordinated many such events. A portion of the proceeds from the event will go to benefit the Pemaquid Watershed Association (PWA), whose offices are in the Rufus Flye Building; which is also home to the Damariscotta Region Chamber of Commerce (DRCC) and Salt Bay CafĆ©. Two prior Midnight Explores at the location have netted $200 in donations to the PWA. After dinner is finished, participants will use equipment provided by Mysterious Destinations in an effort to seek out signs of paranormal activity and contribute to a growing collection of information about the building. Several unexplained images have appeared in photographs, a number of electromagnetic fields in the building are being studied and weak electronic voice phenomenon have been recorded. During a Midnight Explore on October 15, 2011, two participants experienced some unusual circumstances using dowsing rods. The recent history of the Rufus Flye House has no shortage of reports regarding the possibility of paranormal activities. According to Salt Bay CafĆ© owner Peter Everett, late night and early morning incidents began occurring shortly after he purchased the business in the late 1990’s. Often, a side door was heard to open and close, followed by heavy footsteps moving up the stairs and into the second floor of the restaurant. Employees who thought they were working alone in an empty building would go to investigate, and find no indication that anyone had entered. These occurrences were so common that over the years most employees have come to take them in stride. But some reports are bit more disturbing. The first report of an employee called by name was over 5 years ago, but that manifestation has continued into the present with another employee who has heard her name called out twice – as though the person were right behind her – in a completely empty room. As recently as July 3, 2011 Peter Everett reported that he was alone at the end of the night in the upstairs office when he observed a vertical mist pass through the room and disappear through a wall. A number of reports and photographs on the Rufus Flye House are published online at www.MysteriousDestinations.com. “This will be a great opportunity in that we will exploring all three floors of this unique building, and one with a long and solid history of manifestations,” said Sally Lobkowicz, Director of Mysterious Destinations. The fee for the Midnight Explore and dinner is $45 per person and includes a full dinner and use of paranormal detection equipment. A donation to the PWA is included in the fee. The group’s size is limited due to both the size of the building and the availability of equipment, so reservations will be accepted on a first come, first serve basis. To make reservations, or for more information, contact Mysterious Destinations at 207-380-4677 or mysteriousdestinations@gmail.com.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

EVENT: Crash Barry Q&A & signing tomorrow!

Whoa! Want to spice up your lunch hour this Wednesday? Head to the Portland Public Library for the latest in their Brown Bag Lunch series, starring Crash Barry, outspoken Maine author of Sex, Drugs and Blueberries and Tough Island! Barry will be doing an author talk, followed by an opportunity for attendees to ask him questions, and get your copy of his book signed. Don't worry, if you haven't picked up one of these beauties, Longfellow Books will be on hand with fresh copies.

WHAT: Brown Bag Lunch with Crash Barry
WHEN: Wednesday, January 25th, 2012 from 12:00-1:00 p.m.
WHERE: Rines Auditorium, Lower Level, Portland Public Library, 5 Monument Square, Portland, Maine
COST: Brown Bag Lectures are free and open to the public.
REFRESHMENTS: Beverages will be provided, and please feel free to bring your lunch along!

About Tough Island: True Stories from Matinicus, Maine:
In 1991, Crash Barry moved to Maine's most remote inhabited island to work as a sternman aboard a lobster boat. On Matinicus, twenty miles out to sea, population fifty, the ferry visited nine times a year and airplanes only landed when there was no fog, rain, snow, sleet or darkness. Tough Island is a gritty memoir and guided tour of a unique society inhabited by resourceful individuals and scoundrels. Stories of danger and drugs, sex and violence, death and sorrow, all unfold in a landscape of breathtaking beauty.

About Sex, Drugs and Blueberries:
In the novel Sex, Drugs and Blueberries, failed Portland rocker Ben Franklin moves Down East with his poet wife to start a new life. Desperate for cash, Ben signs on for the Maine blueberry harvest where he's lured into a seamy world of sex and drugs that could lead to his downfall. Alternating between temptation and ecstasy, desperation and guilt, Ben discovers how quickly things can go wrong.

Crash Barry's website and blog can be found here: http://crashbarry.com/

See upcoming Brown Bag Lectures and other Portland Public Library events at http://portlandlibrary.com/programs/programs.htm

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Blaine & the poison dagger?

In digging around after another story this weekend, I came across a curious snippet of bizarre hearsay in the October 8, 1892 issue of the Illustrated American, on page 300:
Fads, Facts and Fancies

A citizen of Augusta, Maine, name G. W. King, has been telling Western reporters that ex-Secretary Blaine is constantly haunted by the fear of becoming mad, and that in anticipation of the dread moment when his mind will become a blank, the slighted leader of the Harrison cabinet carries with him, for ready use, a poisoned dagger, obtained in Italy from a professional assassin.
I don't think I've heard that story before!!!

To quote Wikipedia: "James Gillespie Blaine (January 31, 1830 – January 27, 1893) was a U.S. Representative, Speaker of the United States House of Representatives, U.S. Senator from Maine, two-time Secretary of State. He was nominated for president in 1884, but lost a close race to Democrat Grover Cleveland." Photo from Wikipedia as well.