Apparently an 18th century chaplain in Spain had a sense of humor. When a statue of Jesus was removed from a northern Spain cathedral for restoration the workers discovered that there was a secret message in Jesus' posterior.
As we are just over a week away from Veteran's Day 2017, I've been thinking a lot about our local war monuments. How much do you really know about them?
Gardiner's Johnson Hall, which has been around since the 1860s, has been used as a ballroom, performance space, roller rink, and a movie theater. Now, it is getting a major makeover!
Powered by a recent surge of warm weather, and highlighted by two straight days of record temperatures, Maine is headed for one of the warmest Septembers on record.
Candy Corn Day is October 30 each year to celebrate the sweet candy treat for Halloween that goes back to the 1880's in Philadelphia, Pa. The Wunderle Candy Company and candy maker George Renniger wanted to make a candy that had the shape of corn. Candy Corn was the first candy to be multi-colored, and was available March through November, and became a favorite candy for the fall.
Johnny Appleseed Day, a day to commemorate Johnny Appleseed for introducing apple trees to the United States is held on March 11, but that’s not the only day it is celebrated. It's also celebrated today September 26th.
I can't believe it has already been 16 years since our world was shaken with fear from the attacks during 9/11. It still seems so surreal. Last year, I had the opportunity to visit the memorial where the Twin Towers once stood. Standing at Ground Zero was chilling. It was a moment I will always remember.
The poem "Casey at the Bat", is celebrating its 130th year in 2017, but the story behind the poem is political, sort of. Ernest L. Thayer, the author of the poem, was an editor of the Harvard Lampoon while he attended Harvard College along with William Randolph Hearst. Hearst’s father was running for the Senate in 1888 and was looking for something to promote his brand of politics, so
It's 10:42pm on a Saturday in August of 1992. I'm laying on the couch, and practicing the same words over and over. Endlessly rehearsing with different inflections, I still couldn't get it right. Being a nervous and introverted seventeen year old, you might think I was working up the nerve to talk to a girl on the one rotary phone in the house. See, that would make sense, right?
As Maine's oldest public higher learning institution, and with a history going back over 150 years, it should come as no surprise there are stories of hauntings at The University of Maine at Farmington.
I was reminiscing a little bit yesterday. Now, I didn't grow up in Maine. My dad was in the Army and we were stationed in Germany for most of my childhood. But, there were a few years when I flew to Maine and spent the summertime with my grandparents. I remember my grandfather taking me to a waterpark in Waterville.
It was cool for a while, cutesy, and yeah, I've been completely guilty. Somewhere along the line, we've removed the "a", and shortened nearly every patriotic thought/pic to simply "'merica," or worse "'murica." It's gotten entirely out of hand.