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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., An old Medford school boy's reminiscences. (search)
dge and only here. It was about as large as a small smelt, silvery but with crimson tipped fins and tail. There was one more fishing place at the west edge of Medford, or maybe just over the edge. It was Bacon's pond in the Aberjona. Deacon Samuel Train, who lived next west of Mrs. Peggy Swan, was of very solemn aspect. He was not so portentously solemn as the Rev. Orin Fowler of Fall River, of whom after one of his pastoral visits a tot of a girl said, Mama, was that Dod? but he was voach, have his wagon hitched up to his quick trotter, get in front with his great pickerel rod, put Gorham, his youngest son, and myself in behind with our perch rods and worms, and whirl away to Bacon's pond just west of Symmes' corner. While Mr. Train was hitching the horse, jointing up and getting his fishing tackle in order, we boys, who could act quickly, were catching him shiners for bait. He then took the east side of the pond where the water was shallow, where the long grass and the r
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., Deacon's demijohn destroyed. (search)
Deacon'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 that his daughter thought he was intoxicated. Caleb Swan made note of another occurence in which the deacon met his match, and records 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