Mrs. Thomas S. Harlow and her sister, Mrs. Fitch, Miss Helen Porter, Miss Almira Stetson, Mrs. Matilda T. Haskins, Mrs. George F. Lane, Messrs. Elijah B. Smith, Cleopas Johnson, David Osgood Kidder and eighteen others, resident in Medford, have died within the last seven years, all of them born here more than three quarters of a century ago.
We recognized the names of Mr. John K. Fuller of Dorchester, Mrs. Caroline R. (Brooks) Hayes of Woburn, Mrs. Hepsa (Hall) Bradlee of Boston, Mr. Oliver Wellington of Winchester, Mr. Andrew D. Blanchard of Melrose, and Mr. Andrew Waitt of Cambridge, who although no longer residents, claim Medford as their birthplace, and have passed beyond four score years.
The records of the early part of the last century are imperfect, and it is difficult to recognize married women under their maiden names, but as careful a search as possible has resulted in finding the following twenty-six persons who are natives of Medford, born previous to June 1830, wh
so now well known. Though not the superintendent, He was without a foe, And ran this old ‘Camilla’ Just thirty years ago. We loved our old ‘Camilla,’ We boys and girls as well; We loved to ride behind her And listen to her bell. That sound was one of welcome Where'er we wished to go, 'Twas our young pride ‘Camilla’ Of thirty years ago. 'Twas when Conductor Hamilton Would wave his hand, she'd start And through the bridge and down the track She'd travel like a dart. Would fly her way to Wellington; I'd like to have you know That none could beat ‘Camilla’ Of thirty years ago. And on the double track She was always found in line; Would reach her place in Boston In twenty minutes time. But then, the cars were smaller And ‘links and pins’ the go And air brakes unfamiliar, Some thirty years ago. But things since then have changed And also numbers too, And engine names have gone, While many men are through Who used to work and wonder And travel to and fro Behind dear, pass
which extended westward as far as the lot on which Mr. David P. Kimball, a Boston merchant, built his home, the home later of Dr. C. V. Bemis. Mr. Kimball was the brother of Moses Kimball of the Boston Museum, and father of D. P. Kimball, Jr., a schoolmate of mine.
Next came Miss Harmon's school.
This was in the southeast room of the old fort on Governor's lane.
The pupils were a size larger.
I was about five, and recall the awe with which we contemplated the two oldest; one was Oliver Wellington, aged ten, and the other was Everett his brother, aged nine.
They came from the Wellington farm on the east frontier of the town.
Our playground was in the lane and in Mr. Dudley Hall's great barn which stood high up to the westward.
I was next sent to my first public school, not a grammar school.
I think it was called a preparatory.
It was on the east side of Back street, which perhaps is now styled Union street.
On the east the yard was fenced off from the branch canal which