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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 7., Some old Medford houses and estates. (search)
e Cradock house. It takes its name from Mr. Mathew Cradock, a London merchant, who was at one time pposed to have been its owner and builder. Mr. Cradock was the first governor of the Massachusetts Bay Company. （Mr.Cradock never came to New England. He appointed agents for the transaction of hi, and the Rocks on the north, is granted to Mr. Cradock, Merchant, to enjoy, to him and his heirs fproviding that the land formerly granted to Mr. Cradock, Merchant, shall extend a mile into the Cou set out the bounds between Charlestown and Mr. Cradock's farm on the north side of Mistick River. Governor Winthrop, are the words, Meadford, Mr. Cradock's ferme house. We are fortunate in having and Mistick House. It was the residence of Mr. Cradock's agents. All the business of the plantatlls farm plan, and is, without doubt, the old Cradock barn. Mr. Edward Collins, and also the Wade family, no doubt lived in the old Cradock mansion house. The brick house now standing on the hill [4 more...]
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 7., Meeting-house brook and the second Meeting-house. (search)
he second meeting-house, and wends its way to the river. A part of this old Woburn road, now High street, just by the bridge led down through the brook, where horses and cattle travelling along the road could stop and drink. It is just here that I must show you a picture of a Sabbath morning in the summer of 1730. Across the meadows and at the scattered houses the first roll of the drum is heard reminding the people of the hour for public worship. A hundred years have passed since Gov. Cradock's colony came up the Mystic. The settlement at Medford has been augmented by many new-comers. Their lands stretch along the river. Clearings have been made, houses built, trees planted. At the bend of the road east of the Meeting-house stands the parsonage occupied by Rev. Ebenezer Turrell. His wife, young and fair, is just adjusting the bands at the neck of his gown when the last call for worship sounds. Old and young, on horseback and afoot, are passing. A young man and maid loi