Steel to the West! Tracklaying on the Edaville last Spring. It was near this point that the golden spike was driven.
(Atwood Photo)
The Golden Spike. When the rails met, near the Ball Field, appropriate ceremonies were held, including Mrs. Atwood taking a whack at the golden spike (a whole lot of them, in fact) as construction men, visitors, and the pitch-pine trees witness the event.
(Atwood Photo)
These are the men who’ll guide your journey on Atwood soil; Assistant Conductor Higgins, Conductor O’Neil, and Superintendent-Agent Dunham, the last two from the New Haven railroad.
By now the Wiscasset dwarf was a confirmed neurotic. It just threw a fit, abandoned its grand ideas and miles of nearly completed line, and testily began to operate over such track as it could be sure of—Wiscasset to Waterville (actually to Winslow, on this side of the river), and Week’s Mills to Albion. Shortly thereafter they discarded even the Winslow line, and from then until 1933 the forty-four miles from Albion down to Wiscasset was all that was left of the grandiose W. & Q. Even this imposing name faded out to the jaw-breaking misnomer Wiscasset, Waterville & Farmington which folks sometimes called Weak, Weary & Feeble; just as they dubbed the B. & S. R. Busted & Still Running. Awful, wasn’t it?
(Moody Photo)