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.
[...]
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 Café. 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 Café 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.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Victoria Mansion's winter finery

I would be remiss to wave a flag pointing all of you to pay a visit to Victoria Mansion's wonderful holiday adornment this year (even if I'm a little late in jumping on that particular bandwagon).

If the lack of snow disappointed you over December, then you are in luck, because the Mansion keeps its finery on through January 8th, 2012, before closing for the season. Step into a Victorian winter wonderland, revive your holiday spirit, and find a sense of wonder that you thought had passed with the years!

The museum, located at 109 Danforth Street in downtown Portland, Maine, is open daily 11am-4pm (excluding Sunday, January 1st).

The holiday fantasia version of the Mansion happens each year when local decorators vie room-by-room for the admiration of visitors, unified in their efforts by an annual theme. This year, the overarching theme is "Deck the Halls: the Carols of Christmas," and the dozen areas encompassed in its rooms and passages portray ideals as varied as "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear" to "I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing By."

The photos shown here, taken by Aubin Thomas, give you just the barest hint of the decorations -- just a trifle to whet your appetite. There is nothing quite like entering the front door of the Mansion and finding the glimmer of its rooms and grand flying staircase sweeping before you with a promise of discovery around every corner.

For more information, please call them at (207)772-4841 or visit their website at http://www.victoriamansion.org/visit/default.aspx

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Black Widows in Bath

The Portland Press Herald confirmed stories of an incursion of toxic black widow spiders in Maine. I've been hearing stories about these buggly uglies in recent years from friends working in local kitchens, but usually they are rumored to arrive in tomato shipments, not vertical launch system components!
BIW unpacks a load of black widow spiders
The Associated Press

BATH — Bath Iron Works says it had to fumigate a warehouse and part of a warship because a shipment of parts from California contained about two-dozen venomous black widow spiders.

Bath Iron Works employees discovered the arachnids in a crate containing vertical launch system components.
[...]
DeMartini said the spiders were discovered earlier this month. The shipyard is confident that exterminators eliminated any spiders that weren't stomped.
[...]

Full article: http://www.pressherald.com/news/BIW-gets-a-load-of-black-widow-spiders.html

Oddly enough, the black widow spider showed up in an informational 1984 article in the Biddeford Journal (pg 9, 8/13/84), appropriately enough in the Science section, although Maine is not mentioned once in the article. The article did, however, describe the occasions in which one might be bitten, and the ensuing symptoms. In other words, do not go unwary into dry, dimly lit, secluded places, do not dangle your hand in their webs, and if you are a child, do not play with them! Even more oddly, another Maine mention of black widows occurred in... you guessed it!... the Biddeford Journal, this time way back on September 24, 1955 (pg 2). Again, no mention of Maine, and again an informational article. Maybe it was a slow news week? "Hey Marty! If ya got nothin' else to run, throw in a bit about poisonous spiders, will ya? That always gets 'em hoppin'." A random tiny paragraph telling of black widow bite symptoms appears in the midst of local news on page 2 of the Biddeford Journal in its 7/3/64 issue, too.

In the March 25, 1977 issue of the Biddeford Journal, the urban legend of black widow spiders in Bubble Yum bubblegum is recounted, including the fact that the company felt compelled to run full-page ads in 30 New York City metropolitan area newspapers telling parents "someone is telling your kids very bad lies about a very good gum." Apparently the company also went so far as to mail copies of the ads to school principals and PTAs (pg 5).

But the black widow has made actual forays into Maine before. Twenty years ago, in a 7/10/91 article in the Chicago Daily Herald (pg 40), picked up from the Reuters news feed from Portland, Maine, is a story about grocery chain Hannaford Bros. refusing further shipments of red seedless grapes from Southern California'a Coachella Valley "after two of the deadly spiders were discovered Monday in packing crates at its South Portland distribution center," and "a woman also reported a spider in grapes purchased at a store in Gorham two weeks ago," according to the 1991 article.

Anyone with their own Maine-related urban legends of black widow spiders is welcome to share them in the comments!

Photo from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latrodectus

Friday, November 11, 2011

Dead Files TV show looking for stories!

Hey everyone, just thought I'd pass this along -- Erin Krozek, producer, emailed me earlier this week hoping to scare up some ideas from Strange Maine readers. See below for ways to submit your case.
The Dead Files, on the Travel Channel, is currently looking for new cases to investigate on our second season - and we'd like to find the perfect story in Maine.

If any of your readers have a home or business that is haunted and need answers, they can submit their story at www.helpmedeadfiles.com or they can even reach out to me directly.

To learn more about our show, you can go to www.travelchannel.com and click on The Dead Files under "Shows."

Thanks so much!

Erin Krozek
Producer
Painless Entertainment
310.839.9900 main
310.943.8178 fax
erin@painless.tv
According to the website, "The Dead Files team approaches every case from their two specific areas of expertise: Steve DiSchiavi is a Homicide Detective and Amy Allan is a Physical Medium. They are a paranormal team like no other, combining their unique, eclectic and often-conflicting skills to solve unexplained paranormal phenomena in haunted locations across America."

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Old unsolved Portland murder resurfaces

Marge Niblock did a bang-up job on this article in today's issue of the Portland Daily Sun, on a topic to be covered in more depth tomorrow, Sunday, October 30th, at 2:00pm, as the subject of a talk at the Maine Irish Heritage Center (corner of State and Gray Streets) in Portland. Suzan Roberts Norton will present the results of several years of research she has undertaken with the consent and assistance of the Connolly family. The talk is free and open to all.

From the sound of the article, it will be a talk well worth attending. Sadly, I'm stuck at work, but maybe some of you can attend!
Who Killed Officer Connolly?
By Marge Niblock
Oct 29, 2011 12:00 am

Since the establishment of the Portland Police Department in 1848, two officers have been killed on the job. The first was Charles McIntosh, in 1915, when he was shot and stabbed by two felons who were later caught.

Patrolman Michael Connolly
The second was Patrolman Michael Connolly, and the 81-year-old mystery of his death remains unsolved. Whoever killed Officer Michael T. Connolly literally got away with murder.

Connolly’s lifeless body was found not far from “a sinister squatters’ colony beneath the brow of Eastern Promenade . . . near Fish Point.” That grim discovery was made on the morning of August 15, 1930, and bold headlines to that effect emblazoned the first page of that day’s Portland Evening Express.

Longshoreman John Lee discovered the body in the sand while gathering driftwood on the beach at about 8:15 a.m. Connolly was lying face down and had been shackled with his own handcuffs. The officer’s fully-loaded service revolver was in his right-hand pants pocket, raising many questions. According to newspaper accounts, Connolly’s gun holster was carried on his left hip because he was left-handed.

Patrolman Connolly was considered to be “an efficient and faithful officer,” and was described as having a strong physique, weighing about 190 pounds. He left behind his wife Mary Connolly and five children, James, Edward, Catherine, Margaret, and John, ranging in age from 3 to 11.

The autopsy verdict was cause of death due to drowning, with no marks of violence on Connolly’s body. There was an embarrassing delay before the arrival of a medical examiner, causing strong criticism by police and County officials, as reported in the paper that day. It was more than three hours for a medical examiner arrive at the scene. There had been a “drenching rain” during that period of time. The medical examiner concluded that the officer was alive when thrown into the water.

Officer Connolly’s key for pulling the call boxes was around his neck on a string, but his uniform hat was missing. Connolly’s watch stopped at 4:07. He had called headquarters from a box at Congress and Mountfort at 5:09, and the time for him to pull the next box on his foot beat would have been at 6:07 at India and Commercial Streets.

Fifty-one new call boxes had been placed throughout the city in the early 1920s, replacing the old ones from the late 1800s. There was a phone inside each box, allowing officers to speak directly to police headquarters, located at 132 Federal Street at that time. After making an arrest, prisoners were walked to the closest call box. The boxes had two keyholes, with the one on top marked as “wagon call,” used when an arrest was made. Headquarters would then send a wagon to that location. Officers also left notes in these boxes at the ends of their shifts, to alert the next person on duty to any special circumstances that might warrant their attention. The use of call boxes ended in 1972.

There was a 15-minute grace period allowed to officers in pulling boxes, so police began searching for Officer Connolly around 6:25.

Connolly had been appointed to the force in 1918. For many years he had patrolled along the Western Promenade, but six weeks prior, local beats were changed and he was assigned to the Eastern Promenade area.

There were several possible theories involving bootleggers bringing in a shipment of liquor. The County Attorney ordered police to question all sailors from three battle cruisers that were docked in the harbor who may have gone ashore overnight.

This was the era of Prohibition, with smuggling of alcohol was big business, and many bootleggers’ boats carrying the illegal cargo pulled in near the shore of the city’s East End to unload their goods. The docks and warehouses on Portland’s waterfront held many secrets during that era.

Connolly’s badge number 71 was officially retired shortly after the tragic incident.

On June 28, 1985, a ceremony was held to celebrate the christening of a new police boat, the Michael T. Connolly. A rendition of that badge was painted on the vessel’s side. Numerous Connolly family members were in attendance, along with then-U.S. Sen. George Mitchell, Police Chief Francis Amoroso, and Mayor Joseph D. Casale. The 31-foot boat served the department until August 1, 1992, when it was retired from service. The department never has purchased another boat.

Kevin MacDonald, an evidence technician with the Portland police department who has been in that job longer than anyone else in the unit, said Connolly’s death would have been hard to investigate.

“Water complicates things due to rinsing effect.” He said under the circumstances that existed on that particular rainy day, and a body that had been immersed in water for many hours, “the transfer of hairs and fibers would be much less likely.”

MacDonald stated “If it happened today, we’d take the handcuffs, swab for DNA, and check for fingerprints.” He also felt there might be some significance connected to the officer’s missing hat, which was never found. “A lot of times guys would keep papers and information in their hats,” noted MacDonald.

This remains a cold case that the passage of time has not helped to solve.

Article and photo source:
http://portlanddailysun.me/featured/story/who-killed-officer-connolly

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

REVIEW: Mark LaFlamme's Box of Lies

This review is really, really late in coming, because I wanted to do it up right, and I didn’t want to skimp on it. Chances are you wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t told you, because chances are you haven’t heard of the book, Box of Lies, even though it’s been out a full year as I write this. You may not have even heard of the author, Mark LaFlamme, unless you live in the Lewiston-Auburn area. Why this is, I can’t explain. LaFlamme has been steadily writing and releasing excellent horror and weird fiction books since 2005, and each one has had a slightly different but equally captivating overall character. I’ve liked and admired every single one of his books I’ve read, and that’s most of them. Why one of the big publishers hasn’t picked up his contract is beyond me.

LaFlamme was born in Waterville, Maine, and continues to live here with the rest of us loonies. Clearly this has affected his brain, and has fertilized his imagination to an ungodly level. As if that wasn’t enough, for the last 17 years or so he has been writing the Lewiston Daily Sun’s crime beat, and has been the author of their “Street Talk” column for many years. The influence of this journalistic work on his fiction is a straightforward approach that takes the reader on roads that would never have been taken otherwise (one hopes).

I know in the past I’ve compared some of his storytelling skills to Stephen King’s, but truly his voice is his very own, and a strong one at that. Unmistakable and somehow honest even though what he tells us word by word is a string of lies. That, I suspect, is because he knows the truth, intimately. Working the crime beat in Lewiston, Maine, is a hard way to learn about reality, yet that is what he does, every day, every late night shift. Yet somehow within him a spark of light still lives – though perhaps that light simply serves to throw darker shadows as he speaks in these stories.

Page by page in Box of Lies, LaFlamme giveth and he taketh away. Is what we imagine real? Is that which we think real imagined instead? In "Table for One," LaFlamme turns the fancies of the paranoid mind of the restaurant diner into solid worse-than-you-could-imagine reality. In "Pepper," a visiting alien finds out what makes Earthmen tick. In "The Bender Argument," LaFlamme gives us a scenario that posits what you might get if you like philosophy a little TOO much, a story which would make one hell of a nightmare movie, a perfect Twilight Zone episode, and would make Philip K. Dick himself proud.

Those of us who spend time musing about the unknown histories of our local street people may notice that LaFlamme has the talent to transmute these blanks into new stories, such as Elsy in "Find a Penny," wherein we find out what happens when you can’t tell a bad penny from a good one until its spell is woven in intractable time. Others of us who wonder what happens in communities after the press is done reporting on the latest icy winter sport fatalities will find out perhaps more than we wanted to know in "Bone Lake," where the search goes on for the dead that have left land for the cold dark waters.

The 28 stories in Box of Lies vary in size from 5 pages to 31 pages in length, which gives a wonderfully varied pace to the collection, and subject matter ranges from the graphically horrific to the futuristically normal, which reminds me of some of my favorite horror/weird fiction authors’ collections, like Ray Bradbury and Stephen King. But when I asked him if he prefers writing scifi or horror, LaFlamme answered, “I'm constantly telling people that I don't write either. I don't set out to write horror or science fiction. It's just that my characters tend to do things that are: A) horrifying, or B) in defiance of known physical laws. I like to think of myself as a perfectly normal writer whose characters misbehave. I even tried to write a romance once. The heroine ended up dead, hacked into a dozen pieces and shipped to Venus. Not really. But that sounds pretty good. I might write that one.”

As a Mainer, his stories are often set here in the Pine Tree State, but as he succinctly explains, “The slithering freak plants in Vegetation are no more creepy because they are set in Homefield, Maine. I could have set that book in Dork, Utah and the substance of the tale wouldn't have changed a bit.” Yet somehow his home state creeps its way into the tales, for whatever reason. It may have something to do with the long winters, which form the impetus for him to create: “I absolutely hate winter. It's cold. It's dark and it seems endless. I can't ride my motorcycle much and there's no point in going to the beach at all. Maine winters are harsh and long. With all that time spent indoors, it's easy to become introspective and gloomy. Which I do. If I didn't have fictional worlds to turn to, I'd probably go into my basement and never come out.” (Maybe that’s another story for you to write, Mark!)

Like me, he has pondered why Maine does seem to stand out from other settings. “There IS something about Maine. It's rugged. It feels isolated from the rest of the world. The people here have their own way of doing things. I think that gets overplayed in Hollywood sometimes, but there's no doubt that living here is conducive to creativity. And perhaps lunacy.”

Some folks who read LaFlamme’s work in the Lewiston Sun Journal develop the idea that he’s from away, but that may be due to the fact that he, like many Mainers, has felt the need to roam. “I spent some time in the south - Charlotte, NC and Newport News, Virginia, specifically - but didn't last long down there. Like so many others, I came back. It was almost a subconscious decision, some homing mechanism I don't fully understand. Someday, I'd like to move out to California or Arizona. Could I stay out there? Remains to be seen. In the meantime, I'm here in Maine, my roots getting thicker by the hour.”

Since I couldn’t figure myself out why none of the big publishers has picked LaFlamme up yet, I asked him directly. He said he hadn’t initially planned to stick with his independent publisher, Booklocker, beyond his first book The Pink Room, but “six years and four novels later, I have no plans to go anywhere else. Why would I? Right now, I have final say on things like title, cover and layout. Once my novel gets through tweaking, editing and design, it gets to the market fairly quickly. It's out there getting read and making money instead of sitting on some big publisher's slush pile along with five hundred others. It's the golden age of indie publishing, although too few people know that right now.” For LaFlamme, going indie has allowed him to focus his time on book writing instead of spending futile hours trying to craft proposals to big publishers and agents, a gamble which doesn’t often pay off in the floodtide of material coming through their office doors each day.

LaFlamme made an observation on the newly rejuventated state of independent publishing in a growing electronic book market: “A lot of authors are turning down respectable offers from traditional publishers these days because they like the freedom and earning potential of the indie way. And yet, a lot of people still believe that authors are self-published because they have no other choice. There's still that stigma, but I suspect it won't last forever. With more and more indie authors out there, chances are good that your next favorite book will be written by one of us. Hopefully by me personally. There are plenty of authors doing extremely well just by selling their books on Kindle. Look up Amanda Hocking, Joe Konrath or John Locke to find out just how well.”

In September 2011 he released his newest book, Delirium Tremens, which lands solidly in the horror genre. This latest accomplishment from LaFlamme leads readers into the terror-laden life of alcoholic Stephen Boone, soon to die if he doesn’t cease his liquor habit. Problem is, if he stops drinking, all the dead people that visit him when he’s sober will come back. A Catch-22 erupts when spirits of a mother and daughter involve him in the details of their murder, and there is no going back. You can find this book on Amazon in either print or electronic versions, along with his prior volumes, such as Box of Lies, Dirt, and The Pink Room. You might even find copies of a few of his titles at your local independent bookshop, such as Portland's Green Hand Bookshop. You never know!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Sacred & Profane 2011

FYI folks, no advance sales of tickets this year for the Sacred & Profane festival!! Buy 'em Saturday at the Casco Bay Lines terminal when embarking for Peaks on the 2:15 ferry, or get 'em @ the Peaks Island dock when the ferry lands @ 2:35pm.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Death photography at the Victoria Mansion

As Halloween rolls around, the mind turns to ghost stories, and more obliquely, mortality. Victorians dealt with death in a far different manner than we do today, almost seeming to embrace its reality at times, and transposing it into objects that embodied and replicated death in a well-crafted and beautiful version of itself to encourage contemplation, such as hair brooches and postmortem portraits.

Portland's Victoria Mansion gives us a glimpse into the ornate world of upper class funereal memorials in today's post on their blog at http://victoriamansionnews.wordpress.com/. There are a bunch of touchingly beautiful memorial photos and painted portraits in the post for those who are interested.