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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 14., Some Medford farmers who had milk routes in Boston in the Thirties and forties. (search)
. Up in the morning at 3 A. M., the cows milked and got ready to move, I carried the morning's and the previous night's milk, collecting some on the road at E. T. Hastings' and Joseph Swan's, delivered some in Medford and Charlestown and the North and West Ends, also in the vicinity of Fort Hill (about fifty gallons). In the afternoon I drove to Woburn to collect more milk. In Boston Peter C. Brooks was a customer, and numbers of other Medford families, including Robert Bacon's, and Miss Lucy Osgood's brother David. Considerable truck went over the road both ways for them; for instance, swill for Miss Lucy's pig. A Mr. Lovering, cattle drover and dealer, used to drive a herd of cows into the country at certain times and return them later. I recollect seeing Everett Wellington driving some of his father's stock through Lexington at one time, probably to pasture. There were many working oxen, and one large slaughter-house and tannery where the Armory now stands. Tolls were pa
A Medford Tragedy. Among the sermons of Dr. Osgood, mentioned in the Medford History, was one on the Death of a Child killed by a Gun. We have wondered many times what were the circumstances of the sad event, or whether it was the same old story of didn't know it was loaded. The Child was a Medford schoolboy, twelve years old, Joseph Teel by name, and was probably an uncle of the Mr. Teel mentioned elsewhere in this issue of the Register. It appears that on March 29, 1797, a sportsman was passing along the country road, as High street was then called, just as a party of boys came from, or toward, the old brick schoolhouse that stood near the third meetinghouse. The boys were all excited in the chase of a rabbit, which eluded them and disappeared in a drain under the road. This was near the old house of Parson Turell, then occupied by a Boston merchant or capitalist, John Coffin Jones. The location was the present Winthrop square, but who the hunter was is unknown. He b
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 14., Notes by a Medford Vacationist of long ago. (search)
lf century has set its seal, without sealing either up. Nature bestowed upon her the regal title to intellectual eminence, and the heavenly gift has neither been soiled or dishonored. Her conversation is a sort of incarnation of Johnson and Addison, and her chat, when the mood is on, not unlike what we presume to have been Horace Walpole's and not entirely free from his severity. Had fate ordained her to a wider sphere of action she might have been the Opie of New England. Was this Miss Lucy Osgood? A sterile soil and savage neighbors called upon the early settlers for thought. To live and not die, was a great motive. Thought and action were then married, and continuous labor did for the physical, what an unfailing trust in Providence did for the spiritual. . . . The great miracle of 1620 is still mightily working. The rod of the Puritan enchanter is still unbroken. The Ploughman of that day was a weekly blanket sheet, and the article occupied two columns. The Regis-Ter