Have you ever been driving along a lonely road in the middle of nowhere when you come upon an impressive-looking historical marker that reads something like: “It was on this spot in 1743 that Eli Crimmons — frontiersman and doofus — made camp one night near what would eventually become the town of Crimmonsborough, a […]
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Have you ever been driving along a lonely road in the middle of nowhere when you come upon an impressive-looking historical marker that reads something like: “It was on this spot in 1743 that Eli Crimmons — frontiersman and doofus — made camp one night near what would eventually become the town of Crimmonsborough, a small backwater settlement that we're certain you've never heard of until now and we're equally sure you'll never hear of it again.”
You drive away from the historic spot feeling you've somehow “connected” with the area, like burrs “connect” with your wool socks. You also feel you've learned a little more about this great country of ours. Eventually, you realize that you've just wasted 20 precious minutes of the brief time you're allotted on this planet.
I was thinking about such things the other day and concluded that we here in Maine don't have enough historic markers and precious time wasters cluttering up our roadsides and should do more — a lot more — to mark the memorable places throughout our state where something actually happened. Let natives and visitors alike know what, of a historic nature, went on where and when. “Like what?” you ask. OK, good question. Where is the marker in Waterville to inform mirror buffs that it was in that river community that Mildred Dunham invented the “Vu-Back” mirror in 1936?
“What the heck is a Vu-Back mirror?” I hear some of the more cynical among you ask. The Vu-Back mirror happens to be a mirror specially made to hang around your neck, giving you free use of your hands. OK, so the Vu-Back mirror might not rival the discovery of penicillin or splitting the atom, but it's something and it happened right here in Maine.
And another thing: Where are the historic markers in Brunswick telling visitors President Franklin Pierce, the 14th president of these United States (1853-57), lived there while a student at Bowdoin College and probably frequented many of the same crazy college-kid haunts that crazy college kids hang around today?
“But, John,” you say, “Franklin Pierce is considered one of our worst presidents and on the rare occasions when he is talked about by scholars the words ‘weak' and ‘vacillating' are mentioned often in the discussions. Why would we want to tell tourists about him and his association with our state?”
Another good point. It's true that Pierce had a less-than-stellar presidency, so what else is new?
True, he managed to make the division in his party — the Democrats — even worse than it was before they nominated him and he was even denied the nomination of his party at the convention of 1856. But, hey, he was president, he did live in Brunswick, he is part of the Maine experience and even scholars can't deny to Pierce the crowning achievement of his presidency: the Gadsden Purchase.
Maybe other examples would demonstrate my point better.
Where's the historic marker in Norway to show the exact spot where golf tees were first produced? And speaking of wooden things, are you aware of any official recognition given to Charles Forster of Bangor?
“Was he wooden?” you ask, sarcastically. Charles Forster of Bangor was only the inventor of the toothpick and after he invented the ingenious little things, he began making them in his shop soon after the Civil War.
You'd think orthodontists would want to recognize Mr. Forster as a small way of thanking him for all the crooked front teeth his simple wooden invention helped create. It would also be nice to have a marker in Winthrop that tells people all about that town's famous native, Ezekiel J. Bailey.
“OK, John, I'll bite again. Who was he?” you ask.
Ezekiel J. Bailey only built the nation's first oilcloth factory in his hometown of Winthrop in 1845. Many more oilcloth factories would soon follow, but Bailey was the first.
Despite the fact that some might think I'm all wet here, I think Ezekiel deserves some long-overdue recognition.
Come on, you folks in Winthrop! Where's Zeke's roadside marker?
