Pam Trahan
Until I was five, we lived in South Waldoboro, just past Finntown Road, in a small house near my father’s family farm. My dad was Ronald Nash, and he … Continue reading about Pam Trahan
Testimonies from a small coastal town in Maine
(in reference to George Demuth Smouse, 1799-1880), “...happily born as he was…the regrettable thing is that he made no written record of his rich knowledge drawn from firsthand sources.”
- Jasper Stahl, The History of Broad Bay, Vol. 2, 1956

Until I was five, we lived in South Waldoboro, just past Finntown Road, in a small house near my father’s family farm. My dad was Ronald Nash, and he … Continue reading about Pam Trahan

I was with her when she took her last breath and I was on one side, and her granddaughter on the other. We kissed her as she … Continue reading about Josie Heyneker

It wasn’t two or three weeks later after Shiela’s family moved to Waldoboro that my mother come in and says, “You gotta come out quick because … Continue reading about Dale Maxcy

People think my mother was the only one in the world, but she wasn’t. My dad was wonderful. He was born in 1897. His older brother Arthur, in … Continue reading about Otis Benner, Sr., as told by his son Bob Benner

My brother’s wife was diagnosed with glioblastoma (an aggressive brain cancer) a year after they were married. Towards the end, my brother asked … Continue reading about Alida Zimmerman

The hardest part of loving an addict is knowing they can’t help it. I remember as a kid watching my dad asleep on the couch because he drank too … Continue reading about Elm Davis

I was born in 1936 in Bucks County, PA, and I lived there until I got tired of it. God tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Get your butt up to … Continue reading about Al O’Donnell

Mom’s bed was right up against that wall, next to the woodburning stove where she could warm her feet. But she was one tough lady. She could … Continue reading about Michelle Carter

My brother died in a car accident when I was seven. My mom died of a sudden heart attack when I was ten. Then three years later my uncle died in … Continue reading about Mike Hall