The Passing of a Local Icon

For many local residents and visitors, no summer is complete without at least one trip to Crabtree’s Blueberries in Sebago. With its bright blue metal buckets that amplify the kerplunk of the fat blueberries, the joking and fellowship at the blueberry hut with owners Allen and Penny Crabtree, and the sundrenched blueberry fields resplendent with... Continue Reading →

Farm Girl, Factory Girl

When Rufus Gibbs built his woolen mill at the foot of Crotched Pond (now Highland Lake) in 1857, he and his fellow industrialists were ushering in a new era for the small town of Bridgton, Maine. While other mills preceded his, they were generally small, family-run affairs with perhaps a small crew of hired millwrights.... Continue Reading →

Good Parking, Then and Now

Recently I had cause to go into the City of Portland, something I’d rather never have to do. But, sometimes the cause is pressing enough, so I went. I was reminded rather quickly why I hate to go. Parking is a nightmare. As I drove around the block several times looking for a place to... Continue Reading →

Moose Hunting, Pondicherry Style

Mister Stephen Johnson, an early Bridgton, Maine settler originally from Andover, Massachusetts, was a famous hunter in town during the mid-1770s. Or to hear him tell the story, he was. Mr. Johnson’s specialty as a hunter was Maine moose. He had a unique style of hunting the hairy behemoth. He said he’d walk up to a... Continue Reading →

The Sad Tale of Miss Betsy Hale

Often in my research, I uncover interesting tidbits and fascinating stories of Bridgton’s rich history. Not big enough stories for a book, but worth the telling nonetheless. One such story is the sad tale of Miss Betsey Hale. Betsey Hale was born in 1784 in South Bridgton, Maine, the daughter of a Revolutionary War soldier... Continue Reading →

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