Identifying oversized mosquitoes

by Roland D. Hallee

Have you ever gone to bed on a warm summer night, and seen this thing flying around that resembles a large mosquito?

It happens to me all the time at camp.

Sitting up in bed, grabbing the book I’m reading, or possibly a magazine for some light and quick reading. And, there it is, buzzing around the light, and becoming extremely annoying. It looks like a giant mosquito.

A crane fly.

A crane fly.

One of my relatives recently posted a photo on Facebook of that exact same insect on her arm. In the posting, she notes, “it’s a good thing I’m not afraid of spiders.” Wait a minute, this insect has six legs. All arachnids have eight legs. That is not a spider.

Well, I quickly fired off an email to my biologist contact at the Maine Department of Inland Fisheries and Wildlife, along with the photo. It didn’t take long to receive a reply.

His response was, “this is a cranefly, a true fly in the order Diptera, and probably from the family Tipulidae. There are over 1,500 species of Craneflies in North America and possibly several hundred in Maine. The adults are harmless, some species not feeding at all, and some species feeding predominantly on nectar.”

In colloquial speech, the cranefly is sometimes called Daddy Longlegs, a term also used to describe opiliones, or harvestmen, both of which are arachnids. The larvae of the cranefly are known commonly as leatherjackets.

Craneflies are found worldwide, though individual species usually have limited ranges.

The adult crane fly, like mentioned earlier, resembles an oversized mosquito, and has stilt-like legs that are deciduous, easily coming off the body.

The adult female usually contains mature eggs as she emerges from her pupa, and often mates immediately if a male is available. Adult craneflies have a lifespan of 10 – 15 days. Cranefly larvae (leatherjackets) have been observed in many habitat types on dry land and in water. They are cylindrical in shape, but taper toward the front end, and the head capsule is often retracted into the thorax. Larvae may eat algae, microflora, and living or decomposing plant matter, including wood. Some are predatory.

Some lavae species consume some living aquatic insects and invertabrates, which could potentially include mosquito larvae. Many, however, because of their short lifespan, never eat at all.
Despite widely held beliefs that adult crane flies prey on mosquito populations, the adult crane fly is anatomically incapable of killing or consuming other insects.

Crane flies are generally thought as agricultural pests. Since the late 1900s they have become invasive in the United States. The larvae have been observed on many crops, including vegetables, fruits, cereals, pasture, lawn grasses and ornamental plants. It is harmless to humans, can be a nuisance to agriculture, but I wish it would stop reading over my shoulder.

I’m Just Curious: Dart’s escape

by Debbie Walker

Apple Tree Notch is the home of the Bailey fairy family and many of their friends. Mom and Papa Bailey had noticed that as their fairy children grew older their home became busier.

Their children could in a matter of seconds turn their quiet little home under the apple tree into a very busy, crazy home. Can you just imagine Momma Bailey trying to clean her home when three little children came flying through the door? Some times they were running, sometimes flying, flitting and scurrying between Momma and Papa trying to tell them about their adventures that day.

Well, this day was no different. All three of the Bailey children came rushing through the door and following closely behind was their friend, Dart. He was a very excited young dragon fly. They all began flying and flitting around between the parents and of course Dart was “darting” around, that was how he had gotten his name.

Papa finally stood up from his chair and said, “Everyone stop, there are too many talking at the same time, Momma and I just can’t understand. Dart it sounds as if you are the one with the adventure, so you may tell us. Daisy, Fern and Twig settle down while Momma and I listen”.

It was hard for the excited three to settle down. They were excited remembering how Daisy had escaped the big house behind Apple Tree Notch. The child, Tristin had almost put Daisy in a vase of water as a present to her parents. The escape had been a close call and now this!

Dart began to explain. I was just flying around with some friends. We were playing a game of chase. One of my friends made a quick swoop past the open door of the house. “I missed him and flew right into the house. I saw the people there but they didn’t see me, so I hid behind the curtain.”

“A short time after the house got quiet I thought everyone had left. So I started trying to wing my way out from behind the curtains. Sometimes I still can’t control my wings as well as I would like to.”

“I heard the mother of the house say to herself, ‘what is that noise I hear?’ I knew she was looking for me. That made my wings flap even harder against the window.”

“The woman moved the curtain out of the way and she caught me in her hand. I was so scared, but I got out and flew, only to land behind another curtain and I knew she was still after me.

Papa, Momma, I was so scared. I was afraid my wings would get torn or something worse.”

“The lady was still after me. I couldn’t help flapping my wings and again she found me. You won’t believe what the woman did. She grabbed me and I thought that was it for me. The woman spoke to me. She said “little dragon fly if you will slow down just a second I will help you out.” The next thing I knew I was on her open hand and she let me fly out the door! That’s when I almost hit Twig as I was flying away. That woman let me go, just like that and I’m not hurt at all!”

Momma and Papa saw the sparkle of light from the Sprite, the guardian of all the local children. They saw him fly out the door so they knew everything was alright.

Momma had been fixing dinner while Dart was telling his story. She said “Well Dart with all that flying you must be tired and hungry.” The whole family giggled as they looked at Dart. He had lit on a cushion and fallen fast asleep.

No harm was done. They ate dinner as Dart slept dreaming of his release by the woman. Apple Tree Notch is certainly full of adventures, but for now things were quiet.
Contact me at, subject line: Dart. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy a little kid’s stuff.

A BOOK REVIEW: Angel of Death by Jack Higgins

Peter Catesby  Peter Cates

Angel of Death by Jack Higgins; Putnam, 1995, 311 pages.

A thriller from 20 years ago.

I offer a passage that conveys the narrative page-turning power/humor of this book:Angel of Death

“Mullin took Dillon back to the entrance, and as he opened the Judas gate, there was a hollow booming sound in the distance.

“What was that?” Dillon said in alarm.

“Only a bomb, nothing to get alarmed about, my wee man. Did you wet your pants then?”

He laughed as Dillon stepped outside, was still laughing as he closed the door. Dillon paused on the corner. The first thing he did was peel away the moustache above his lip, then he removed the rain hat from his pocket, unrolled it, and took out a short-barreled Smith & Wesson revolver, which he slipped into his waist band against the small of his back.

He put the hat on as the rain increased. “Amateurs,” he said softly. “What can you do with them?” and he walked rapidly away.

All types of story possibilities are suggested by this passage, only four pages into the novel. A U.S. Senator Patrick Keogh has agreed to negotiate a cease fire between IRA and loyalist Ulster groups in the Northern Ireland of the mid-’90s. Meanwhile, a very secret group, the January 30th gang has targeted the senator for termination as part of a larger plan to create horrible chaos by a series of random murders, with zero consistency, and thus heightening the element of terror among the finest investigative agencies.

Jack Higgins

Jack Higgins

Since 1959, novelist Jack Higgins, now 87 and living on Jersey, which is part of the Channel Islands, has penned 84 novels, of which 21 feature the ex-IRA gunman/now good guy, Sean Dillon, a very formidable, resourceful and, when necessary, ruthless agent. Angel of Death was his fourth appearance and the story cuts more quickly to the chase than the time to open this book for reading purposes. No more spoilers – get it!

KISS concert

Nicolas Zimba and Gunnar Hendsbee

There were good times for Nicolas Zimba, left, and Gunnar Hendsbee, both of Fairfield, while attending the KISS concert on September 4, at the Cross Insurance Arena, in Portland. Below is KISS’ longtime iconic superstar Gene Simmons.


Photos by Mark Huard, Central Maine Photography

SOLON & BEYOND, Week of September 8, 2016

Solon and Beyondby Marilyn Rogers-Bull & Percy
Solon, Maine 04979

Good morning, dear friends. Don’t worry, be happy!

I am starting this column with a much appreciated e-mail message from Emmons and Barbara Pinkham: “Many thanks for the wonderful article regarding our historical society in The Town Line edition we received today. We always read your column and were delightfully surprised to see the organization in your column. We had a wonderful reception to our invitation for people to view our new building. It has taken us about six years with the help of volunteers to see our dream come true.

“Next on the agenda will be a barn to house farm equipment and also a Blacksmith shop. We still have more work ahead of us but are willing to see the completion of this project which hopefully will benefit the citizens. of Lexington and Highland.

“Since some Historical Societies had events on September 20, we are issuing an invitation to attend a special open house on Saturday, September 10, from 10 a.m. – 3 p.m., and on Sunday, September 11, from 1 – 4 p.m. Most sincerely, Emmons and Barbara Pinkham.”

My many thanks to you folks for your kind words, it is always a great pleasure to hear from those of you who read my columns. My goal has always been to give my friends, known, and unknown, words of Love and Laughter to make their lives happier. Have been trying to remember how many years I’ve been writing for several different papers, and as near as I can figure, it’s over 40! (All the other papers are no longer in business) but The Town Line is always there every Thursday, probably partly because of the great editor! (suppose I”ll get a raise for that one?)

The monthly public supper at the Embden Community Center will be spaghetti, on Saturday, September 10, at 5 p.m.

Just a reminder to those interested, that the Adult Ed will be starting up at Skowhegan on Monday, September 12, for the Painting Club. I’m looking forward to old and new members!
Lief and I celebrated our fifth anniversary by going up to camp at Flagstaff last weekend. Dave and Pete were there and Peter, Sherry and Mazy went up also. The weather was perfect, blue skies and lots of sun. Lief and I love sleeping in the bunkhouse, the toilet seat in the out house was cold in the middle of the night but that’s all part of the adventure!

Came across this saved piece of history about the area that I had cut out of a Sunday paper in 2002, entitled Treasured Memories of a Place Now Covered in Water, written by William David Barry. (It was a review of the book, “There Was A Land”) And he wrote, ” On the face of it, 70 authors focusing on one subject, in one volume, does not suggest a good result. However, in the case of “There Was A Land,” a source book on life in the plantations of Flagstaff, Bigelow and Dead River before their destruction in 1949, we are given a treasure.” Later in the article he writes, “There Was A Land” might honestly be called the longest obituary ever written for a Maine community. Yet it is a story that proves as uplifting as it does wrenching. What we have in these pages is an unmatched community scrapbook – diaries, recollections, articles and photographs that describe a hardscrabble but fully functional community before the flood.”

It seems strange to me that many people still don’t know that Flagstaff Lake flows over land that was once home to several communities. When asked by the usual question, “Where did you grow up?” And I tell them Flagstaff, their mouth drops open, and they ask where it was.

OK, enough history, but I do recommend that you read the book, “There Was A Land.” – and when I get to writing about that area, you can maybe understand.
Percy’s memoir will be short this week,” “Action may not always bring happiness but there is no happiness without action.” (words by Beaconfield).

The birth of the muscle car era

by Roland D. Hallee

Arguably the most exciting time in the U.S. auto industry was the muscle car era. Although purists will make their case that it began with the 1948 Oldsmobile Rocket 88, most car enthusiasts, including myself, will point to the 1964 Pontiac GTO.

1964 GTO

1964 GTO

The GTO actually evolved from the Pontiac Tempest that was introduced as an entry-level compact in September 1960. It would later drop the moniker Tempest in favor of the LeMans line, which was an upgrade feature for those who wanted a more deluxe coupe. I owned a 1963 LeMans. The engine was a 195-cubic-inch 4-cylinder engine named the “Trophy 4” because it was derived from the right cylinder bank of Pontiac’s 389 cubic-inch V8. The engine produced enough horsepower to out perform rival Ford’s 6-cylinder engine.
Originally, in 1964 and 1965, Pontiac offered the GTO as an optional package.

1963 Tempest LeMans

1963 Tempest LeMans

By the early 1960s, General Motors management banned divisions from being involved in auto racing. With that ban on factory-sponsored racing, Pontiac’s managers began to emphasize street performance.

The GTO was the creation from an upcoming second-generation Pontiac Tempest with a larger 389 cubic inch V8 engine from the full-sized Catalina and Bonneville. By promoting the big-engine Tempest as a special high performance model, they could appeal to the younger, speed-minded market, which Ford was at the time preparing the sporty Ford Mustang variant of the second generation Falcon.

The name, which has been tossed around for years, was inspired by the Ferrari 250 GTO, the successful race car. It is an Italian abbreviation for Gran Turismo Omologato, or “officially certified for racing in the grand tourer class.”

1971 LeMans

1971 LeMans

Sales manager Frank Bridge, who did not believe it would find a market, insisted on limiting initial production to 5,000 cars. His prediction proved wrong as the GTO package sold a total of 32,450 cars in 1964.

The Tempest line, including the GTO, was redesigned in 1965, adding 3.1 inches to the overall length while maintaining the same wheelbase. It included a simulated hood scoop. A seldom seen dealer-installed option consisted of a metal underhood pan and gaskets to open the scoop, making it a cold air intake. Its effectiveness was questioned, but it allowed more of the engine’s roar to escape.

In 1966, GTO became a separate Pontiac model instead of being an option package of the Tempest LeMans. The entire body was restyled that year, gaining more curves to the sheet metal to give it the “Coke bottle” look that was popular at the time. Sales increased to 96,946 that year, the highest production figure for all GTO years. Although Pontiac had strenuously promoted the GTO in advertising as the “GTO Tiger,” it became better known in the youth market as the “goat.”

The 1967 model brought on few styling changes. The louvered-covered tail lights were replaced with eight tail lights, four on each side. Rally II wheels with colored lug nuts were also available. The grill was changed from a purely split grill, to one that shared some chrome. A total of 81,722 units were manufactured that year.

More changes came in 1968 with a redesigned A-body that included a more curvaceous, semi-fastback styling. The overall length of the car was reduced by 5.9 inches. The concealed headlights were a popular option. More innovations were the hidden windshield wipers and the hood mounted tachometer.

The Judge 1969

The Judge 1969

In 1968, “The Judge” was introduced. It had a Ram Air III engine, Rally II wheels, Hurst shifter with a unique T-shaped handle, wider tires, various decals and a rear mounted spoiler.

When I was stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, my bunk mate had a “Judge” and we made frequent trips to visit his relatives in  Georgia and Florida. We usually made good time on the trips, until one day, reaching speeds of 110 mph, we were unable to outrun a county sheriff in a souped-up 1968 Chevrolet Chevelle 396. The car was unmarked, and we had no way of knowing he was a sheriff’s deputy. He let us off easy.

More design changes came in 1970, doing away with the hidden headlights in favor of four exposed round ones. The nose retained the protruding vertical prow theme, although it was less prominent.

By now, there were other manufacturers competing for the muscle car market: the Oldsmobile 442, Ford Boss Mustang, Buick Gran Sport, Dodge Charger and the Mercury Cougar, just to name a few.

The only time I actually owned a muscle car was when I convinced my wife that the Olds 442 was a family car. Mine was a 1966 version, but that’s a story for another time.
The Judge was still available in 1970, but with an option of the 455-cubic-inch V8 engine. But, by now, sales of the GTO began to decline, and the new styling did little to help sales. Punitive surcharges by insurance companies, and the increase in gasoline prices began to take its toll on the entire muscle car market.

1965 GTO

1965 GTO

By 1971, the GTO received another facelift, similar to the LeMans, which I purchased that year. It was the closest I ever came to owning a GTO. The LeMans came with a 350-cubic-inch engine.

By now, the wife was a little wiser.

David Pearson drove a 1971 GTO in the NASCAR Winston Cup series that year.

In 1972, the GTO reverted from a separate model line to that of being an option package for the LeMans.

New federal regulations in 1973 didn’t lend well for the GTO either. Laws now stipulated that front and rear bumpers had to be capable of withstanding 5-mile-per-hour impacts with no damage to the body. The result was the use of prominent and heavy chrome bumpers. The overall styling of the 1973 Pontiac was generally not well received by the car buying public.

In contrast, the Pontiac Grand Prix and Chevrolet Monte Carlo were better received because of the their squared-off style and formal rooflines. Oldsmobile also received better reviews with the Cutlass.

1966 GTO

1966 GTO

The 1974 model then underwent drastic changes, which in my opinion was the beginning of the demise of the GTO when it was turned into an entry into the compact muscle market made popular by the Plymouth Duster, Ford Maverick and AMC Hornet. Pontiac moved the GTO to the compact Pontiac Ventura, which shared its sheet metal with the Chevrolet Nova.
Sales were an improvement over 1973, at 7,058 but not enough to justify continuing the model.

During the 1999 Detroit Auto Show, a GTO concept car with a heritage-inspired ”Coke-bottle” shape, grille and hood scoop, was introduced to the world. It was only a design experiment and had no engine.

In 2004, the Pontiac GTO was relaunched in the U.S. market in the form of a rebadged, third-generation Holden Monaro. The revival prompted executives to import a Holden Commodore-based vehicle. Even though it was one of the best vehicles that GM offered at the time, it could not be purchased in the United States. It was determined that importing the car from Australia could be a profitable venture.

GM had high expectations to sell 18,000 units, but the Monaro-based GTO received a lukewarm reception in the U.S. The styling was frequently derided by critics as being too conservative and anonymous to befit the GTO heritage. Given the newly-revived muscle car climate, it was also overshadowed by the Chrysler 300, Dodge Charger, Dodge Magnum and the new Ford Mustang, which featured more traditional muscle car aesthetics. Only 13,569 Monaros were sold in 2004.

The GTO continued to exist until it was announced in 2006 by GM the general manager that 2006 would be the last model year for GTO. The explanation was the inability to meet new airbag deployment standards for 2007. The final production numbers for the 2006 model were 13,948, an increase from 11,069 the previous year.

The last GTO - 2006

The last GTO – 2006

The last Pontiac GTO came off the assembly line in Australia on June 4, 2006.

Next time, more muscle cars.

Worcester Polytechnic Institute announces spring dean’s list

The following local residents were among 1,292 students from Worcester Polytechnic Institute (WPI) named to the university’s dean’s list for academic excellence for the spring 2016 semester, in Worcester, Massachusetts.

Mikayla Bolduc, of Skowhegan, is a member of the class of 2017 majoring in biomedical engineering.

Madison Michaud, of Vassalboro, is a member of the class of 2019 majoring in biomedical engineering.

Julia Pershken, of Albion, is a member of the class of 2017 majoring in civil engineering.

Berry nice! 10 or so yummy berries to make into recipes of berry bliss

by  Emily Cates

It’s berry time, one of the best times of the year! Although the drought has begun to affect many plants, hopefully the berries in your yard and favorite foraging areas are going strong. If you find yourself with more berries than you can feast on right then and there in the berry patch, then by all means, bring your delectable harvest into the kitchen and preserve it for later enjoyment. The following article will look at a handful of common and abundant berries in our area, when they are most likely to be ripe, and suggested methods to preserve them.

Let’s start with the berries that ripen earliest. Honeyberry, otherwise known as Haskap, Edible Honeysuckle, or Lonicera caerulea, ripens in the early part of June. It grows on a small bush and is a good producer of elongated blueberry-like tangy berries. They are said to make delightful jams and desserts, though I will confess the ones in my garden never even make it into my kitchen before being gobbled up by birds and I.page4pict6

Next in line are the strawberries, which likely need no description. The tasty, dreamy, sweet ruby-hued treats meet a similar fate as the honeyberries in my garden – though I’ll point out that many strawberries freeze well and are amazing in pastries, sauces, jam, and wine. They’re also not bad dehydrated.

After strawberries will be Juneberries. Known also as Serviceberry. Shadbush, Saskatoon, or Amelanchier, this wonderful native plant of varying forms is not only a beauty in bloom, but a delight when fruiting. I literally have to fight the birds for each and every berry on my shrubs! Though blueberry-like in size and appearance, the juicy berries taste very sweet with an almond-like, small, unobjectionable seed. Though, again, this is another fruit that gets consumed exclusively in my impromptu garden pig-outs… they are said to be good in cakes, cobblers, pies, smoothies, jam, jelly, and used by Native folks in pemmican.

Next after Juneberries are pie cherries. All right, they’re stone fruits, not berries- but I couldn’t resist putting them here! Often called sour cherries, some cultivars (such as “Evans”) aren’t unpleasantly sour when fully ripe, and may even be relished on the spot from the tree. These fruits are legendary in pies, cobblers, tarts, cheesecake topping, syrup, sauce, fruit leathers, and cherry soup. Try dehydrating them or freezing them, too.

Somewhere among these fruits of summertime you’ll find currants ripening. Red, white, or pink currants shimmer on their strigs like sparkling, translucent jewels ready to adorn a royal consort. These beauties are spirited and sprightly, refreshingly tart like lemonade. Currant “ice” is an easy treat relished in summertime: Run the gently cooked berries though a food mill, freeze the sauce, break up the crystals into a sorbet-like consistency, and voila! Currants have also been made in times past into ketchup, jams, jellies, and wines. Black currants have a much more intense, heady aroma to them, and are oftentimes used in jams, jellies, cordials, elixirs, tinctures, and wines. They dry well and the dehydrated berries can be encapsulated for herbal supplements, or ground into teas, smoothies, or other delicious drinks. Gooseberries, which are in a similar family, are sweet and oftentimes enjoyed fresh and in pies. (Please be aware, however, that members of the Ribes family are thought to be involved in the spread of White Pine Blister Rust, and are banned federally in much of our area. It is a reality, though, that currants do grow around here and it is possible you will stumble upon one sooner or later, whether grown by a rogue neighbor or a rogue plant in Nature. So use good judgment and common sense!)

I’d be remiss if I omitted raspberries and blackberries. Though I often find the seediness of these berries and thorns on the canes objectionable – the joy that results from having a berry picking party with friends who really love these berries – more than compensates. Raspberry or blackberry tarts, syrup, juice, wine, cheesecake toppings, crisps, cobblers, jams, and jellies are agreeable delights.

Around this time you might find some cloyingly sweet, ripe, blackberry-looking mulberries on a mulberry tree. Of course, the birds will have noticed this, too. And, of course, the best fruits that remain will be found out of reach. What to do? Simply lay down a sheet under the tree and give it a good shake! Then eat them fresh, in smoothies, cakes, fruit leathers, and wine. The sweetness in mulberries can be complimented well with something tart in a recipe, if desired.

At some point the blueberries will start ripening, depending on the earliness of the cultivar. Mmmmm…..blueberries! They’re my dad’s favorite fruit, and I can see why. Next to a carton of freshly picked berries still warmed by the sun, his favorite treat is a tub of plain yogurt sprinkled with handfuls of frozen blueberries. Simple, yet profoundly delicious and nutritious. Who of us hasn’t enjoyed a yummy blueberry muffin, bread, pie, cobbler, jam, jelly, juice, smoothies, fruit leather, or wine? Highbush or lowbush, it doesn’t matter, I love them all.
Elderberries will also make an appearance. If they’re picked before the birds find them, they’re good in pies, juice, cordials, tinctures, elixirs, and wine. I like to add them to applesauce to give the sauce a beautiful infusion of color.

The final berry we’ll look at for now – Aronia, will ripen towards late summertime. Though relatively uncommon in our area, it’s starting to catch on. Aronia berries are sweet but astringent when eaten off the shrub, but the juice and wine is delectable and said to be highest in antioxidants of any temperate fruit. I like to toss in a handful or two of the berries when I make other sauces. They are also good in pilafs.

Whatever berries you encounter this summer, may they and their creations be berry-great!

Kennebec Historical Society to present Flatiron building tour

Cynthia Milliken Taylor will be speaking on the historic aspects of the Cony Flatiron Building, which was rededicated on July 28, 2015, the restoration efforts and the adaptive re-use for senior living. Cynthia has an architectural degree from the Rhode Island School of Design and 30 years of experience in redeveloping old and new buildings for seniors in Maine and New Hampshire. With an interest in improving the lives of many older people and an eye for quality design she has developed over 3,500 apartments and completed the financing and renovations of numerous historic buildings including the Inn at City Hall and the Cony Flatiron, in Augusta. Taking a leadership role in creative financing, construction and community building, she has tried to benefit those who live within and those who value their neighborhoods and cities through economic development. Please join us at Cony Flatiron for an historic presentation on the old and the new Cony High School.

The Kennebec Historical Society September Public Presentation is free to the public (donations gladly accepted) and will take place on Wednesday, September 21, at 6:30 p.m. at the Cony Flatiron Senior Residence, located at 110 Cony Street, in Augusta. Please note this is our monthly program and is separate from the program that will be held September 28 at the KHS annual meeting.

Cony High School flatiron building

A renovated hallway in the old Cony High School flatiron building, located near the west side traffic circle, will be the subject of the Kennebec Historical Society’s monthly program.
Contributed photo

Obituaries, Week of September 8, 2016


ALBION – Raymond H. Carey, 95, of Albion, passed away at Togus VA Health care on Wed­nesd­ay, August 10, 2016. He was born in Canada on Dec­ember 17, 1920, the son of the late Harold W. and Susan (Byrnes) Carey.RAYMOND H. CAREY

Following his schooling, he served with the US Army from November 25, 1942 to December 25, 1945, during World War II. Raymond was part of the invasion of the Philippines, and was part of the first wave of troops, 96th infantry tank battalion, in Okinawa. He received the Bronze Star Medal, Good Conduct Medal, Victory Medal, Asiatic Pacific Theater Campaign Ribbon, and Philippines Liberation Ribbon with Bronze Service Star.

Over the years he worked construction with different companies. He was a member of Local #621, in Bangor. He and his wife enjoyed raising horses.

Besides his parents, he was predeceased by his wife, Gertrude A. Carey, who passed away on December 5, 2001.
He is survived by his close friend, Jon Willette and his wife, Sandy of Freedom, and their daughter, Erin Mae Pelletier and her husband, William “Big Red” also of Freedom; and his special friend, Harry Yeaton of Albion.

An online guestbook may be signed and memories shared at


WINSLOW – William W. Glidden, 73, died unexpectedly at Maine Medical Center in Portland on Sunday, August 28, 2016. Bill was born on January 28, 1943, in Waterville, to Clifton and Doris (Hapworth) Glidden.

WILLIAM W. GLIDDENHe graduated from Winslow High School, and then attended Berkshire Christian College before serving in the Navy during the Vietnam era. He married the former Lily Cady in 1990. Bill retired from Central Maine Power in 2004, where he had worked for 35 years as a meter technician.

Bill was an accomplished musician, playing trumpet and bass guitar, and had a wonderful singing voice. Over the years Bill played with several bands, including the R.B. Hall Band and several country bands. Bill was generous with his time and talent, playing frequently at church and in area nursing homes. He was an intelligent and witty individual who loved to debate Biblical philosophy and discuss current events.

Bill is survived by his wife Lily Glidden; son, William Jeffrey Glidden, of Florida, and his two children; six grandchildren Danielle, Dylan, Lindsay, Morgan, Sierra, and Aaron; his great-grandson, Ayden; step-children, Laurie Bourgoin and husband Eric, Steve Pottle and wife Kim, and Wayne Harmon ll and wife Nicole; brother, Clifton Glidden, Jr. and wife Sandra, of Virginia; nephews Clifton Glidden lll “Skip” and his partner Mary Erickson, and Mark Glidden and wife Sheryl; nieces Sherri Corbin and husband Victor, and Doraine Glidden; several great-nieces and great-nephews.

He was pre-deceased by his parents.

A memorial service will be held Saturday, September 10, at 2 p.m., at Blessed Hope Advent Christian Church, 10 Pleasant Street, Waterville, with a reception to follow in the fellowship hall. Rev. Michael Alex will perform the service.

Memorial donations may be made to Lakeside Advent Campground Association, William Glidden Memorial Scholarship, Attn: Benita Alley, Treasurer, PO Box 142, Beals, ME 04611.
Arrangements are under the direction and care of Dan & Scott’s Cremation & Funeral Service, 445 Waterville Road, Skowhegan, Maine 04976.


UNITY – Emma Louise (Lamson) Stevens passed away Sunday, August 28, 2016, at the home of her son in Unity. She was born April 26, 1916, in Jackson, to Greta (Larrabee) and Phillip F. Lamson. She attended Monroe Elementary School and Freedom Academy.

Emma is the widow of Frank M. Stevens. They were married on November 17, 1934, moved to Unity in 1936, and farmed there for 25 years.
Emma worked at the Chicken Hatchery, in Unity, the Truitt Brothers Shoe Factory, in Belfast, in an Oregon lumber mill, and at the Ethan Allen Furniture Company, in Burnham, retiring in 1983.

She spent many a happy Saturday nights at the Blue Goose dancing with various friends.

She was predeceased by her parents; her husband, three sisters, Gertrude Shibles, June Fuller and Priscilla Walker, a brother, Charles; and a grandchild, Tracy Jean Smith.
Emma is survived by a daughter, Evelyn (Evie) and her husband David Smith, of Carmel, son, David Stevens, of Unity; grandchildren, Steven Smith and his wife Gail, of Orrington, Tobias Smith, of Ashburn, Virginia, Dolly Wilson and her husband Anthony, of Stoneham, Massachusetts, Ellen Stevens and Craig Stevens, of Unity, and Raymond Stevens of Nashville, Tennessee; one great-grandchild, Melissa Tracy Smith; and various nieces and nephews.

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WATERVILLE – Therese Frances Small, 89, of Water­ville, passed away on Wed­nesday, August 31, 2016. She was born on August 17, 1927, in Waterville, one of three daughters of Blanche (Bernier) and Philip Martin.THERESE F. SMALL

She graduated from Waterville High School, class of 1945. Terry worked for a time at Keyes Fibre, in Waterville, and at K-Mart while living in Connecticut.

She was married to Harold Small, who predeceased her. She was a member of the Winslow VFW Auxiliary and was an active and devoted member of Notre Dame Catholic Church, in Waterville. She and Harold enjoyed traveling and they traveled extensively throughout Europe. She had a great love of cats. Terry will be remembered most for her kindness and outgoing personality, who enjoyed her many friends.

Terry is survived by her godson, Marc Marquis and his family; her goddaughter, Susan Lewis and her family; Tammy Reed and her family; Roland Fuller and his family; and many lifetime friends.

She also was predeceased by her sisters, Evelyn Martin and Carmen Faucher, and her brother-in-law, Clayton “Pete” Faucher.

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OAKLAND – Ronald J. Webber, 96, of Oakland, passed away Friday, September 2, 2016, at his home. He was born October 21, 1919, in Oak­land, the son of the late George A. and A. Izetta (Wood) Webber.

 RONALD J. WEBBERIn 1920, he moved to Sidney, where he grew to adulthood on a farm, and attended school. He joined the Sidney Grange in 1937, and later transferred his membership to West Suffield Grange #199, in Connecticut. He served in the USAAF during World War II, and greatly appreciated the opportunity as a veteran to attend the Maine Vocational-Technical Institute, in Augusta, from which he graduated in 1949.

In January 1954, he married Barbara C. (Fuller-White) and they reared two children, Curtis and Coral. Ronald and Barbara adopted square dancing for their foremost recreation in 1959, and enjoyed the activity and the multitude of friends made for the rest of their lives.

In 1950, Ronald moved to Connecticut and became licensed as a journeyman electrician in both Connecticut and Massachusetts. He was accepted into membership in Local Union No. 7 IBEW, in Springfield, Massachusetts, in April 1957, and worked at the trade until retiring in April 1985. He moved to Oakland in 1986.

He was predeceased by his son, Curtis; his sisters, Ernestine Crowell and E. Arlene Wilbur; and his brother, Alton Webber.

Ronald is survived by his wife, Barbara, of Oakland; his daughter, Coral, of Sidney; his grandson, Jesse, of Sidney; his great-grandson, Zachary, of Independence, Missouri; and several nieces and nephews.

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Memorial donations may be made to the Second Baptist Church, 3022 W. River Road, Sidney, ME 04330.


DORIS L. GRAZIANO, 82, of Oldsmar, Florida, passed away following a long illness on August 22, 2016. She was born in Waterville. Doris worked for 30-plus years at Keyes Fibre, in Waterville. She moved to Florida in 1985 and was employed by the Pinellas County Schools for 10 years. Locally, she is survived by a daughter-in-law Marie Whary and husband Ron, of Winslow.

CARL WISHART, 49, of Waxahachie, Texas, passed away on Friday, August 26, 2016, at his residence. He was born on January 21, 1967, in Waterville. Carl went to Messalonski High School, in Oakland.

ZANIE N. HIKEL, Zanie Nawfel Hikel, 94, of Pittsfield, died peacefully, Saturday, August 27, 2016, in Pittsfield. Zanie was born on October 14, 1921, in Waterville, the daughter of Sam and Adma (Daghir) Nawfel. She graduated from Waterville High School and received her degree from Thomas College and the University of Maine. In her early years, she was employed as a secretary for the Department of the Navy in Washington, DC, working for Admiral Nimitz. She later worked on the military base in Bangor and also taught at Maine Central Institute, in Pittsfield, for over 20 years. Locally, she is survived by Dr. Michael Nawfel and wife, Dolores, of Waterville, and sister, Najla Joseph and husband, Harold, of Fairfield.

PHYLLIS A. POWERS FENDERSON, 97, of Falmouth, passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, September 1, 2016. Phyllis was born in Waterville on August 26, 1919, the daughter of Alfred A. Adams and Gladys Vandine Adams. She grew up in Waterville with her parents and 12 siblings, of which she was the youngest. She graduated from Waterville High School and also went to Thomas Business College, in Waterville. After college, she moved to Portland and took a job for Oakhurst Dairy as a secretary to the president.

EDMOND J. LaPOINTE, 87, of Waterville, passed away on Thursday, September 1, 2016, at Mount St. Joseph, in Waterville. Locally, he is survived by a daughter Sharon Carter and husband Henry, of Albion, and grandchildren Tanya L. Lennon, of Albion, Randy LaPointe Jr. and wife Monica, of Fairfield.

MAURICE A. BILODEAU, JR., of Belgrade, died peacefully September 2, 2016, at Eastern Maine Medical Center, in Bangor, following a short illness. He was born in North Vassalboro on August 15, 1922, the son of Sarah Poulin and Maurice Bilodeau Sr. He grew up in North Vassalboro and graduated from Winslow High School. He served in the Army during World War II, and following his service returned to Winslow, marrying Cecile Veilleux in 1947. He moved his family to Presque Isle, then Veazie, for his employment as an engineer with New England Telephone.