Goal

What is the source of the magnetism of the town of Weld, Maine?  Myths, legends, truths, and stories surrounding a town create a definition and understanding of the townspeople and the place.  This book endeavors to preserve some town tales, to capture a few of the personalities that compose the town, and to shed light on the events that define the story of Weld, Maine 04285. 

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