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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 11., Ye olde Meting-House of Meadford. (search)
lf for women) with stairs at either end. Stephen Francis, John Whitmore and John Bradshaw attended to its construction. At this town meeting the question of chargalterations seems not to have come up; but the town had a reckoning with Ensign John Bradshaw, and it was found that for labor performed and the minister's board, froshould be occasion. It is hardly likely that he did so when he lodged with John Bradshaw, as his home was only across the way. Notice just here again we said the, three that of Whitmore, three more of Willis, two of Brooks, and one each of Bradshaw, Francis and Pierce. After this was done the council adjourned to the meetingmay later have been one. A month after the ordination John Whitmore and John Bradshaw were chosen deacons. Evidently John Whitmore had successfully passed his e but there was no alley before them, as the house was becoming too small. Deacon Bradshaw had the one on the right of the men's door, and Madam Porter (the minister
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 11., Ye olde Meting-House of Meadford. (search)
that were standing in the Medford of 1696, we can be positively certain of but two that remain today—the Major Jonathan Wade house, and the Capt. Peter Tufts house, commonly called the Cradock House,—if this be treason (or heresy)make the most of it. There is a possibility that the old house recently removed a little from the corner of High Street and Hastings Lane (and now many times repaired and twice enlarged, and so taking a new lease of life), may have been the home of Dea. and Ensign John Bradshaw. All others that were contemporary with the old meetinghouse in its early years have yielded to the tooth of time, and possibly none that were built during its thirty-two years now remain. A few monarchs of the forest there are, and yet very few whose roots had then taken a firm grasp in Medford soil. The primeval forest has gone and danger threatens the newer growth. If we take the map of Medford, and trace a series of circles in quarter miles, from the site of the meeting-house,