Stephen King could have penned the Somerset County horror story unfolding in mid-January 1863. At Pittsfield on the Sebasticook River, Reverend Ephraim Johnson and his wife, Abigail, had bid their two oldest sons, 23-year-old Franklin and 20-year-old Henry, “farewell” in the past few months. Farmers toiling the soils near the flood-prone Sebasticook, Ephraim and the […]
The Weekender, Feb. 23-25: Why, it's practically shorts weather!
United by friendship, love, and blood: Winter Camp in Maine