Herb Adams: “Absolutely true, they came puffing aboard with two brass howitzers from Fort Preble, the 17th United States regulars. They were joined by the 7th Maine volunteers, with their own two cannon, and their brass band from South Portland.”
Tom Porter: “They took a brass band along?”
Herb Adams: “Well, of course, one must have music to do these things.”
"The early English immigrants to the eastern area of the New World along with the Scotch and Irish who soon followed, produced a dour type known as the Yankee, a name which later came to be applied to all New Englanders of the same general ancestry."
“Heaping praise on Maine is a good thing, said Sample, of Bath.
The state takes pride in its seafaring and lumberjack roots and its long tradition of independence, which includes parting with Massachusetts in 1820 to become a state of its own.
Here, you can buy “native lobsters” and “native corn.” One general store jokingly touts “fresh native ice cubes.”
The us-versus-them theme is common among hardscrabble states like Maine that have a fierce loyalty to geography, Sample said. At the same time, there’s a summer influx of wealthy vacationers from all over the world, giving rise to the “Vacationland” slogan emblazoned on license plates.
“They come here and they can buy everything, but the one thing they can’t buy is native status. We hold it over them, and it drives them nuts,” he joked.”
Maine is beautiful in the early morning. The fog rising off the lakes and the Kennebec River, that hint of frost on swaths of grass, and the orangey glow of the early sun contrasted with the pale, fading moon.
Today I was reminded of why I moved back to Maine, why I’m choosing to study it for my Master’s degree, and why I’m so proud to call it my home state.
It was just another errand-running to Goodwill to grab a couple of sweaters because fall and its layering weather are fast approaching. But I got to the new Augusta Goodwill and it seemed every other conversation I overheard was between people who hadn’t seen each other in years, or who had kids go to school together, or who had known some relative or friend of the other, and every single conversation was just genuine. Genuinely wanting to know how the other person and their dozens of family members were, what they thought about this new, ‘wicked big’ Goodwill, did they go to the Cony game this week?, Make sure you tell so-and-so hello!, and so on. It’s the community. It’s that longstanding sense of caring. It’s Mainers being Mainers. Even in a wicked crowded shoe aisle at Goodwill.