We recall the fate of the Maine — and William Lambert

I first saw the image on a vintage postcard. Fascinated, I bought the card and stuck it up on the wall above my desk. It was a picture of an old-time baseball team with “Maine” lettered on the uniform front, and no information on the card back. I grew up in Maine, played baseball and loved the game as a kid, and was living in Maine when I first saw this photo. The interest was natural. I had also developed an interest in the Negro Leagues and Black baseball and its history, so I was intrigued by the Black p … (read more)

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