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Freeport is a town in Cumberland County, Maine, United States. The population was 7,879 at the 2010 census. Known for its numerous outlet stores, Freeport is home to L.L. Bean, Wolfe's Neck Woods State Park, and the Desert of Maine.
Freeport is part of the Portland–South Portland–Biddeford, Maine metropolitan statistical area.
The town was once a part of North Yarmouth called Harraseeket, after the Harraseeket River. First settled about 1700, it was set off and incorporated on February 14, 1789 as Freeport. It is probably named "from the openness of its harbor" (free from ice). Freeport developed as four villages—Mast Landing, Porter's Landing, South Freeport and Freeport Corner—all of which are now part of the Harraseeket Historic District, listed on the National Register of Historic Places.
At the head of tide on the Harraseeket River is Mast Landing, from which timber was shipped, particularly for use as masts. The estuary was dammed to provide water power for a gristmill, sawmill and fulling mill, with modest manufacturing and woodworking. Porter's Landing was involved in shipbuilding, important in Freeport following the Revolutionary War. The industry reached its peak in the decade between 1850 and 1860, but declined with the Civil War. South Freeport, the largest of the waterfront villages, once had four shipyards. Other businesses included fishing, canning and farming. In 1903, the Casco Castle and Amusement Park was built here by Amos Gerald to encourage travel by trolley cars. The hotel burned in 1914, but its tower still stands. Freeport Corner was an inland village for farming and trade, but the 1849 entrance of the railroad helped it develop into the town's commercial center, which it remains. In the 1800s, fabric was sent from New York and Boston to be made into clothing by local piece workers. Businessman E. B. Mallet established here a sawmill, brickyard, granite quarry and large shoe factory.
Freeport is an express station on the Babylon Branch of the Long Island Rail Road. It is located in Freeport Plaza between Henry Street and Benson Place just north of NY 27 in Freeport, New York.
Freeport Station was originally built on October 28, 1867 by the South Side Railroad of Long Island, and was rebuilt in 1899. It is among many of the stations along the Babylon Branch that were elevated throughout Nassau and Western Suffolk Counties during the 1960s, in this case October 1960.
Some afternoon rush-hour trains terminate at Freeport; and some morning rush-hour trains originate at Freeport.
The station is served by several different Nassau Inter-County Express routes.
The station has one 12-car-long high-level island platform between the two tracks. There are two layover tracks east of the station.
Early 20th Century postcard of the station in the shadow of the Otten Building
Early 20th Century postcard of the station in the shadow of the Otten Building
A pale blue face and blood shot eyes, His hat pulled down to hide his time
of desperation cause by one, The one who shared times good,
Times good times gone without a chance to hear an explanation.
Your tables have turned
Your time here is not wasted And your lips already tasted
The bitterness that you endured cause she insisted on putting you through it.
And although you always wanted to say,
The things that troubled us today will always be one step ahead of us
You hyphenate the words that they try to make whole.
You bite off more than you can take comfort in.
On the second tee, your “feeling bad story”
it was on my mind you confessed you lost your glory.
On the day they let them put the weight on you,
But you’re strong
With your friend’s an arms length away, you’re standing on the curb
A streak of light, it flashes by makes you wonder what you heard
They heard him, he lives on.
The light that had flashed once before is shining on his crown.
Come on,
A full one-eighty, a half a turn A lack of concentration is earned
I don’t want to care about it
but I can’t seem to help
and help you out is all I can do to determine why she’s leaving you.
Life will go on
Your time here is not wasted And your lips already tasted
The bitterness that you endured
You hyphenate the words that they try to make whole.
You bite off more than you can take comfort in.
On the second tee, your “feeling bad story”
it was on my mind you confessed you lost your glory.
On the day they let them put the weight,
and although you always wanted to say,