Maine has only one "Little Italy"—established in 1899 to house the families of immigrants imported to build the Great Northern paper mill.
Italian immigrants coming to the area were unfamiliar with the land and the language. Fred Peluso was working as a clerk for John Merrill, and he was appointed to watch over the new workers. Peluso saw to their every need by placing them in jobs, providing them with food, acting as translator, and helping them start their homes. Peluso built a substantial home with some outbuildings that become known as Peluso's Square, and it was complete with cobblestones. He started a store that catered to the homesick Italian immigrants and provided traditional Italian foodstuffs that could be purchased on credit. As more immigrants arrived, they settled in an area that ran along the Millinocket Stream just across from the mill. The small settlement was to become known as Little Italy, and Peluso was called the padrone or king of Little Italy. [Link]Of Millinocket's 1,002 residents in 1900, 432 were natives of Italy.
These lands include 2,258 acres along the west shore in Turner, and 330 acres along the east shore in Leeds, known collectively as the Androscoggin Riverlands.

[T]he entire distance from Skowhegan to the Forks the roadbed is good, and the scenery is delightful. Skilful drivers replete with good stories add to the pleasures of the drive; and when you are set down at the FORKS HOTEL, you will agree with me in saying that you have had the pleasantest ride you ever took in your life. You will also be agreeably surprised to find such a hotel as you see here, way up in the woods. The house was built in 1875 by Ex-Governor Coburn, and Mrs. Joseph Clark is the present proprietor. There are but few hotels in the State that will surpass it for size, comfort and convenience. The rooms are large and handsomely furnished, the parlor containing a nice piano Water is carried to each of the three flats, and the house contains modern conveniences, unlocked for in such a place. The hotel stands on the bank of the East Branch (the main Kennebec) and in sight of the West Branch (Dead River) and the rooms all command fine views. The two branches unite a short distance below the hotel; and a little way below the Forks our artist made the sketch an engraving of which graces the following page. This house has accommodations for one hundred guests, and it is almost useless to say that Mrs. Clark's table is unexceptionable. During their season, fish and game are served on the table in abundance. The Forks are the centre of one of the greatest sporting regions of the State find the scenery in the vicinity is charming. Mrs. Clark can supply plenty of guides at reasonable prices, who know the country thoroughly, and who can furnish you with good sport. Trout have been taken in the East Branch but a few rods from the hotel weighing as high as three pounds.
In the summer of 2004, the Mayor of Lewiston, Maine announced a plan to develop a four-lane boulevard across downtown’s low-income neighborhood. This project was called “The Heritage Initiative.” Contrary to its name, this plan was going to eliminate the downtown’s heritage by displacing 850 people from their homes as well as destroy playgrounds, vegetable gardens, and historic buildings. Moving residents out of the city and improving traffic flow was at the heart of this proposal… It was 1960’s Urban Renewal all over again.

In spanning half a century of Norway's life, Miss Libby's big camera has recorded most of the personal history of the town—the dude who became a Communist, the boys who became businessmen, the girl who languished over a pet pig.
He has no power to move his head up or down, to the right or left, without moving his whole body; his neck, and upper part of the back, having become perfectly rigid, and the whole upper part of the spinal column, in the opinion of skillful physicians has become ossified.
William Godsoe had drafted a map of this specific area in 1689. The map shows Shepard’s house, barn, an outbuilding and the orchard, as well as the home of his neighbor, Paul Williams.
Using her computer algorithms, Emily Himmelstoss pegged the center of Maine in a bog at the west end of Roaring Brook Pond in the unorganized Piscataquis County land mass labeled on maps as "T-7, R-9 NWP" (45.3937 W, -69.2385 N).