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A SCHOOL community planted a tree this week in memory of those who died 80 years ago in the Clydebank Blitz. One of the bombs, a "parachute landmine" exploded in the playground of Bankhead Primary on the night of Thursday, March 13, 1941. At the time, the school was being used as an air raid precaution station, home to the Auxiliary Fire Service and a first aid post. It was also a base for boy messengers who relayed information. A total of 39 people were killed by the school explosion, including two boy messengers. Last week, the school planted an oak tree and plaque on the school gro...

from Offshore: The Social Event of the Week by Eva Murray Eva Murray lives, works and writes on Matinicus Island. I have come to despise, for no good reason except over-use, the term “hearty souls” as it applies to the residents of any wind-blasted and remote outpost. Maybe it’s “hardy” souls. Doesn’t matter, it could be either, and both have been exhausted in human-interest journalism to the point of hopeless cliché. Therefore I will not call the 29, at last count, who remain here “hearty souls.” Whatever it is we are, perhaps we are not that. We are, however...

People on Matinicus Island are calling for more visits from the Maine State Ferry Service Author: Don Carrigan Updated: 8:54 PM EST February 11, 2021 AUGUSTA, Maine — When you live 23 miles out to sea, it may be easy to forget you’re connected to the rest of Maine. But people on Matinicus Island, which has about 30 year-round residents—have a regular reminder of that connection to the state: the ferry that makes the trip once a month in winter, more often in warmer weather. And that link to the mainland is why the island is asking the Legislature for help...

A LONG-TIME Yoker councillor is being remembered by family and friends for his commitment to every job he took on.

from Offshore: All Is Well by Eva Murray Eva Murray lives, works and writes on Matinicus Island. Remember, if you will, back to last Tuesday, when all sorts of things were falling out of the sky. As I write, it is — or was — back then, so indulge me the present tense. Every few minutes the sound of the precipitation changes, rain to sleet to whatever and back, making us wonder if there are more phases of water than they taught us about in school. The wind is the greater concern. This is one of those days when you know you’re on an island. We could not, in all probability...