back on anything.’
Her strength of mind was matched by her strength of body.
After the Revolution she made her home on the old road to Stoneham
, which at the first town-meeting after her death was named Fulton street in her honor.
More than a mile from the square, the cellar of the house can still be seen, and many Medford
people remember the building itself.
In spite of the long distance Sarah Fulton
, even in extreme old age, was in the habit of walking to and from the Unitarian Church every Sunday.
Those who knew her could scarcely comprehend that she had passed four-score years and ten.
Her humble home was always hospitably open.
especially to the children of her brothers, who, if they could leave the luxury of their own homes and come to Medford
for a visit, their happiness was complete.
She saw grandchildren and great-grandchildren grow up around her, and in the atmosphere of their love and reverence she spent her last days.
One night in November, 1835, a month before her ninety-fifth birthday, she lay down to sleep, and in the morning her daughters found her lying with a peaceful smile on her face-dead.
They laid her in the old Salem-street cemetery, and there she sleeps among her old friends and neighbors.
Patriotism, courage, and righteousness were her possessions, and may we, the Sarah Bradlee Fulton Chapter
, Daughters of the American Revolution
, receive a daughter's portion.
the initial number of the register has received much commendation from friends at home and abroad.
The Publication Committee respectfully suggests that a copy sent to any former residents of Medford
will make a pleasant reminder of friendship, and will also help the Society in its work of publishing.