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Ripley
Ripley, a town in Somerset County was incorporated December 11, 1816 from township T5 R5 NWP. In 1834 it provided land to form Cambridge, and in 1862 it ceded some land to St. Albans.
Settled possibly as early as 1801, the town was named in honor of Eleazer Wheelock Ripley (1782-1839), a graduate of Dartmouth College and a distinguished officer in the War of 1812.
This rural small town town lies east of Harmony on Maine Route 154, with connections to routes 23 and 152.
Ripley is a half-township, but not in the usual sense of a 3 by 6 mile rectangle. It and neighboring Cambridge are divided diagonally by the Sebasticook River, which runs from northeast to southwest.
From Maine: An Encyclopedia (www.themaineencyclopedia.com)
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Jul 5, 2007 9:03 AMAS a child our parents would bring us to Maine for every school and summer vacation. My mom was born & raised in Augusta, my dad had spent a lot of time in Ripley at one of his best friends farms, the Raising L Dairy, which was owned by the Laughtons in Ripley, Maine. I was named after one of Frank Laughton's sons, Reg Patchell. My best memories as a youngster are from visiting the farm. From climbing up and jumping off of the hay mow to seeing a calf being born, I loved it all. Unfortunatly the family farm was sold because of the money that it would take to produce the milk compared to what was actually taken in. Just two months ago I had taken my mom and wife back to Maine so that mom could see her old homestead and visit with a life long friend, then after a visit to Augusta we drove to Ripley to see the farm. Our shock of the day came when we drove along the road that I knew all so well only to find that the whole farm, house, barns, everything had been torn down to make way for a huge home. What a waste of beautiful land, of a farm. How I miss those days as a youngster counting the miles off to get to the farm and being so upset when it was time to come back to CT. When we arrived home from the last trip to Maine we found that my mom had a tumor on her esophagus and while in the hospital she passed away from complications of the operation. Oh how I wished that I were 7 years old again. Rest in peace mom, say hi to everyone that we use to visit on our many trips to Maine.