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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 30., The Brooks Estates in Medford from 1660 to 1927. (search)
ready been trouble from the water of the mill pond overflowing the meadows of Mr. Symmes' farm, which lay, it is believed, at the northern end of the pond near the Wiing his father's house, part of the land on the east side of Grove street, from Symmes corner as far south as Slow pond, now Brooks pond, and the land west of this beond, from which it extended in a narrow strip in the rear of Ebenezer's land at Symmes corner. In passing it may be noted that the inheritance of these two sons of Cy. We may also digress into Winchester, then Charlestown, where, in a house at Symmes corner, later dwelt Caleb, grandson of the original of that name. Here, at theay was the upper pasture, and behind that the woodlot, extending practically to Symmes corner. The land on Grove street above Brooks pond was divided into six narrow holdings, running in from the road between the pond and Symmes corner. These each belonged to different members of the family and were probably unsettled and unused
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 30., The road through the woods. (search)
ich stands in the highway while the barn stands, and no longer. No name was given this road, but the committee told of considering the way to Convers' mill in Woburn (recently Whitney's in Winchester). A short road ran from this to the mill of Symmes (now Wedgemere) which from 1754 to 1851 was in Upper Medford. To this day there are but three or four houses southward from that short road. It remains a country road, with no dwellings, for a mile to the stone farmhouse and Lowell railway. quented road one moonlight night to their new home in the West End of Medford. It was then known as Grove street, but not till about a century ago it was announced by the selectmen thus: From High street near the canal bridge by P. C. Brooks' to Symmes corner, Grove street. This reminds us that the Middlesex canal had been cut through the Brooks land and in operation in 1803. The bridge at High street was somewhat elevated and one was required to unite the dissevered parts of his estate. In 1
n Caleb's, then all the men of the family rushing up and down the road. Didn't you hear that? Mercy. Oh, Gemini! I must have slept right through it all. First I knew, Aunt Abigail was out in the road calling to us to come over and help with the chocolate. Nancy. Oh, fie, simpleton! That was hours later. Didn't you hear father and Uncle Edward waking the boys? Didn't you hear old Pompey catching Dolly and Whiteface out in the pasture? Nor father riding for dear life up the road to Symmes corner to spread the alarm and join the Reading company? Mercy. Not a sound did I hear! Oh, tell on, tell on! What happened then? Nancy. And then, in the pale light just before dawning, came minutemen, streaming along the high road toward Menotomy—little bands of them all running, squads a-marching, all breathless with haste and excitement. Mercy. And then, and then? Nancy. Then, later, the men from miles away, hurrying, hurrying—for hours they'd had no food but still they hurr
make a copy of it,—and incidentally were told by Mr. Magoun how much he paid his designer for it, adding quite expressly his personal opinion of them. Who the architect was who designed the extension, tower and general elaboration added to the original house of Captain Ward we cannot say, but we note the fact of the erection at top of Winter hill, just over the line in Somerville, of the Governor Everett house in some recent year demolished, also in the ‘70s the Emmons Hamlin house, near Symmes corner in Winchester, both of the same design. Careful inquiry of elderly Medford men, as to who the master builder was, has none too satisfactory replies, but the most reliable is that it was William B. Thomas. Whoever he was, he did a creditable piece of work, as the lapse of time proves. The place was looking at its best fifty years ago, and then its beautiful grounds, trees, red-gravel walks—boxbordered, with the marble statuary and blooming shrubbery, were very noticeable and much <