There was plenty of timber in the frames of these buildings, not held together with ten-penny nails, but well mortised and well braced, calculated to set at defiance a September gale or a winter blizzard.
These houses were all hand-made.
The mechanics of those days could frame their own sashes and doors, and could turn out, often with self-made tools, the most elaborate mouldings.
We have one of them in our own body in the person of our respected fellow-citizen, Mr. Cleophas Johnson— long may he live!
but his works will live after him.
To resume my description of Medford: the public square and high street as far as Meeting House brook, looked very much as they do now, making allowance for some changes in buildings—not very many.
Between Meeting House brook and the Lowell railroad there were very few houses—not more than half a dozen, as I remember.
West Medford had then practically no existence as a settlement.
There was but a house or two on Purchase stre<