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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 14., The old Rock tree near Whitmore Brook. (search)
on, not only of the casual observer, but of scientific men, geologists and naturalists. They estimate the age of the tree to be over four hundred years. Under favorable conditions the native red cedar, thriving best on rocky soil, is of very slow growth, but here is one growing in no soil, but all rock. What wonder, then, that it was old when Edward Johnson passed by it on his way to locate in Charlestown Village, soon called Wooburne. But it was older when the early Medford settlers on Cradock's grant (after Collins, the land speculator, came in possession) built the mill just below it on Whitmore Brook. Traces of the dam that made a pond at the bowlder's base, and of the race-way and mill-site, may still be seen by the observant ones who pass along Whitmore road. Six generations have come and gone, and where once was heard the hum of the mill wheel there now is silence like to that of the silent city of Medford's dead, broken only by the echoes of passing travel on the highw
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 14., The ancient name Menotomy and the river of that name. (search)
don March 4, 1633-4, and Att a Genrall Court holden att Newe Towne, Sept. 3, 1634. There is leave granted to the inhabitants of Newe Towne to builde a weire vpon any place of Winotimies Ryver, within their owne bounds. The business was further controlled, when in the General Court, June 6, 1639, It was ordered that all weers shall be set open from the last day of the weeke at noon till the second day in the morning (Saturday noon till Monday morning). The weir granted to Winthrop and Cradock in 1634, was at the outlet of Mystic lake, where High street, Medford, crosses Mystic river at what is known as Weir bridge. Cutter says, The Mystic River, of which the ancient Menotomy River is a branch, has its source in Mystic Pond, which was shown on Wood's map of Mass., 1633. The names of Mystic and Menotomy rivers are apparently aboriginal designations, and like all Indian names probably describe the locality to which they were affixed. Trumbull gives the origin of the name My
marked was the entire Ten Hills Farm. Again, the sketch is not drawn to any scale, but is an observer's illustration of what must have been in those days a busy corner of Medford, including the river traffic, the boating in the canal, the turnpike travel and the tide mill work, all converged in that narrow space. A few words concerning the Blessing of the Bay. Mr. Brooks styles it the first keel laid in this western world. In a former number of the Register Mr. Hooper has shown that Mr. Cradock had the Rebecca built here in 1629, but was there not one built still earlier at Popham, on the coast of Maine? And now a foreword. In this issue is a poem relating to the Royall House. We think it worthy of preservation, but present it with some trepidation, warning our readers that poetic license must account for bricks brought over sea, as well as the location of the wigwam of Sagamore John. That same license provided Medford with a village clock when Revere rode over Cradock bri
The legend of cheese Rock. For the Forest Festival, June 7, 1882. In sixteen hundred thirty-one, It was a winter day, When Winthrop, Nowell, Eliot, To northward strolled away. The frozen Mistick flood they crossed, Ere Cradock's mansion stood; O'er swamps and rocky hills they pressed, Through miles of lofty wood. They crossed a lovely ice-bound lake, With islands here and there; ‘spot pond’ they called it, from the rocks That showed their noddles bare. Then up northwestwardly they climbed, A hill well crowned with trees, And hungry there, as well might be, They dined on simple cheese. For, why? the guv'nor's man in haste, And careless how they fed, His basket loaded with the cheese And quite forgot the bread. This fact so simple and so grand, To us they handed down; ‘cheese Rock’ they named that lovely hill, Those men of high renown. Some smaller men cut off the trees And then they named it ‘Bare’; And when the bushes wildly grew The spelled it ‘B-e-a-r.’ But nat