Welcome to a Journey Through Time!
Step into a world of memories, where the past comes alive through the voices of our residents. This space is dedicated to preserving the stories, experiences, and cherished moments of those who have lived here before us. From tales of the everyday to unforgettable milestones, each article is a piece of history shared with love and remembrance. Whether you’re looking to connect with the past or discover something new about the community, we invite you to explore and celebrate the rich tapestry of memories that define us all. Join us as we remember, reflect, and pass down the legacy of times gone by.
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The Great Race
My father, Joseph “Joe” MacDonald was one of the first motorcycle policeman in the state of Maine, along with Earl Chase. With predominantly dirt roads and very little vehicular traffic, time sometimes hung heavy for the young officers. At the same time, George Maxwell was an engineer on the Interurban Railway Train. The tracks ran…
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The Day the Train Was Held for Mae
One day, one of Dr. Beck’s patients was in urgent need of three certain medicines. Unfortunately, it required a trip to Portland. I was called on for this angel of mercy mission, so caught the Interurban from Gray to Congress Street. Before dashing off to Hay’s Drug Store for the medication, I made certain that…
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Lost Shoes
My cousin, Dorothea Doughty, told me of her experiences of riding the Portland-Lewiston Interurban from Whitney Road, in South Gray, to the Gray village station to go to high school at Pennell Institute. She had originally come from Berlin, New Hampshire, so she was a city girl. When she arrived at the Gray station on…
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An Interurban Story
Helen Hinckley’s brother, Elliot Small, was actually shot in the legs with buckshot pellets, by a Mr. Atherton, a dog trainer for the Boston Red Sox owner, Mr. Yawkey. He didn’t want his parents to know about the situation. Weeks later, while riding on the Interurban, the conductor asked his father how his son was…
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Along the Tracks
We had a pasture on each side of the tracks in south Gray. This meant that every time we crossed the tracks with the horse and wagon we had to get off and open and shut the gates. which was very inconvenient. We had to do the same to move the cows to anotherpasture. I…