It is well that special observance of it is made, all the way from Boston to Lexington and Concord.
Medford did well her part for two days this year, as the nineteenth fell on Sunday.
In the churches, at morning service, especial notice was taken, and at Medford theatre, in the afternoon, a great concourse of citizens assembled.
Appropriate addresses were made by our Governor Fuller and Mayor Coolidge.
The latter was especially commemorative of the Medford Minute Men of 1775.
The local press said, No more comprehensive story of Medford's part in the opening days of the Revolution has ever been prepared.
The Register will preserve the same in a coming issue.
Monday (of course) was the day of celebration.
No snow had fallen since January 29, but the early morning of April 20 brought some—the ground white—with chilly air and adverse conditions, a contrast to the waving grass of April 19, 1775.
But a thousand of the school children and ten thousand people gath
e long struggle for independence was on.
We are the successors of that generation.
We enjoy in peace all that they established out of that first armed stand in 1775.
Their labor has become our liberty; their sacrifice our security; their privation, our prosperity.
Out of all they gave, we have gained that for which, in the lndants of the earlier settlers of this one-time colony, or of the later citizens of the present Commonwealth, join in grateful, reverent memory of the Americans of 1775 who in this region roundabout laid the beginning of our common country.
Here in Medford we are linked directly to that past.
Without change of name, and with little change of boundary, Medford, the town of 1775, has become Medford, the city of our day. In our midst stand, like sentinels through the changing years, houses that saw the dawn of that April nineteenth.
We gather in the presence of this venerable house.
Here at the door, Paul Revere gave the first alarm on that ride through
ption on the larger monuments.
That whole country side of Middlesex county speaks of the days of 1775.
The long established roads leading from town to town, the stone walls skirting the highways, that elms, the relics of old orchards, the spreading fields and woodlands, all speak of the days of 1775 when families, that were large, lived uncrowded along the Middlesex highways.
Indeed, is there nus farther from it, let us pause after the century and a half to bring to mind the spring days of 1775.
When March turned to April one hundred and fifty years ago it ushered in an uneasy spring for that recommendation had been anticipated in Medford.
Indeed, almost a century and a half before 1775 the townspeople had taken steps to that end, for in 1630 the first tax levied on Medford inhabitaious to the Revolution drilled the Medford youths into a company of militia.
Of that company, in 1775, Isaac Hall was captain.
The Minute Men of Medford, while Hancock and Adams were sleeping in Lex