Editorials

3 months ago

The ‘County way’

I was told I would feel as though the house was at “the ends of the Earth.” The crunch of the dirt drive under the tires led us up to a unique home with a special occupant.

3 months ago

Maine’s genealogical conference

The annual Maine Genealogical Society conference is usually held in September, but this year it will be Aug 23, and for the first time you can attend it from the comfort of your own home. 

3 months ago

The emotion in a melody

He had not played his trumpet for well over 46 years, having been a proud member of  the Caribou High School band, yet today he stood in his basement recreation room, taking deep breaths to prepare himself for his moment of truth.  

4 months ago

The first steps as city manager

I’m just a few weeks into my first 90 days as Presque Isle’s city manager, and I want to share a bit about where we’ve started and where we’re heading together. 

4 months ago

The essential role of direct support professionals

As a parent of two children with special needs and a direct support worker for Living Innovations with over eight years of experience in the field, I have seen firsthand the life-changing impact that adequate funding and support programs can have on individuals with behavioral health needs.

4 months ago

Revolutionary War ancestors

This is the 250th anniversary of the start of the American Revolution. The celebrations have begun, notably the Boston Tea Party and the battles at Lexington and Concord

4 months ago

Saluting those who help us live good lives

A birthday celebration is on the horizon. It will come with great simplicity, but with frenetic clangs, claps, bangs, booms, bleats, blats, a possible pipe and drum unit, and lots of burgers, brews and flies.

4 months ago

Le mur Saint-Jean

Un ami du New Hampshire a visité la Vallée il n’y a pas longtemps. Il a été profondément impressionné par le nombre de drapeau acadien a Madawaska et les environs. Cependant, il a entendu très peut de français parlé.

4 months ago

A privileged sighting

That familiar June blue sky was tolerating the cloudy, dismal streaks of gray that teased with a storm threat. I sat behind the wheel of my convertible, my unruly, tangled hair oblivious to the sudden damp wind.