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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., An old Medford school boy's reminiscences. (search)
An old Medford school boy's reminiscences. by Thomas M. Stetson, New Bedford, Massachusetts. editor of the Register: You invite reminiscences of the long ago, when your city was, over seventy years since, a little town with only three orof Oliver Blake, a dry goods merchant; Maria Fuller, daughter of George Fuller, a ship builder of South street; Harriet Stetson, daughter of Jotham Stetson, another ship builder on the same street; Mary Peck and Lucy Peck, daughters of Thos. R. Pecdying, and I feel that an apology for the unconscionable length of this prattle is due you from Yours sincerely, Thos. M. Stetson. New Bedford, July 27, 1914. We regret our inability to present to our readers a likeness of Mr. StetsonMr. Stetson, with those of his contemporaries like him interested in the Historical Society's work. Thanks are due him for his letters appreciative of the Register, and for the many side lights on our local history contained in his interesting reminiscences.
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., Deacon's demijohn destroyed. (search)
's demijohn destroyed. We have been asked to insert some funny stories relative of course to Medford or her people. In Vol. II. p. 167 of the Register is a memoir of Deacon Samuel Train, the man of solemn aspect mentioned in this issue by Mr. Stetson. It contains a story of the accidental breaking of a demijohn of choice whiskey just presented him. A large one too, as according to the deacon's statement, the whiskey for ten feet around was six inches deep, and his clothes smelt so strong ords that the deacon (probably proud of his smart grandson) told Mrs. Peggy Swan that he shouted up the stairway to the boy, Keep still or I'll come and cut your liver out, and then the boy replied, What will you do with it, grandpa,—cook it for breakfast? Of course it must be understood that such were the whimsical exaggerations and expressions of a good and worthy man; habits fixed perhaps before acquiring the solemn aspect which was only external, as Mr. Stetson says he was kindly inside.