A bit of exploration
I am fascinated with old structures such as houses, barns, and potato houses that stand weathered and perhaps beaten by time and vacancy.
I am fascinated with old structures such as houses, barns, and potato houses that stand weathered and perhaps beaten by time and vacancy.
May was a merry month. Out of a final April snowstorm new joys and beauty began to emerge.
Presque Isle has two large cemeteries located right on Main Street or U.S. Route 1: the Johnson Cemetery just north of town in what was originally the town of Maysville; and Fairmount Cemetery just south of town.
As you take the I-95 off-ramp at exit 302, a large sign greets you: “Houlton: Worth a Visit, Worth a Lifetime”.
The military installation (Presque Isle Army Air Base 1940-1947 and then Presque Isle Air Force Base) once located in Presque Isle played a major role in the defense of the nation for two decades.
Downtown areas have historically been the center of business trade and social interactions for many Maine communities including Presque Isle.
The 1950 census was released April 1 on the website of the National Archives (NARA) at www.archives.gov/reserach/census. Fee-based sites such as Ancestry.com also host the census.
One lesson learned in working in the world: Age. Here in the United States, our sense of age shifts and changes depending on the community around a person. Down in the Southwest invitations, are often sent out for the quinceanera, a young woman’s formal recognition of her 15th year. Flashy, joyous, colorful celebrations ensue as […]
By Kimberly R. Smith I am often overhead telling folks that Presque Isle has amazing history for a small, rural and geographically remote community with direct ties to state, national and international history. And much of that involves “firsts.” For instance, were you aware that Aroostook State Park located right here in Presque Isle is […]
My mother and I used to go fishing. Now, I am not talking about fishing from a pier, a boat, or a river bank, my friends. I am referring to my mother’s love for fishing in a stream that ran behind her childhood home. Yes, an actual stream with slippery rocks, deep areas, and still, […]