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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 15., Some notes from my Scrapbook. (search)
use and shop thereon. The writer of that part of Mr. Usher's history therein referred to overshot the mark by about one hundred years. We have to record the passing of the old house on the corner of Main and Emerson streets. This house stood on a portion of the Stinted pasture, and the land was deeded by Jonathan Tufts to Job Richardson in the year 1731. The house was probably erected soon after, as it is mentioned in a deed a few years later. In 1743 it came into the possession of Isaac Royall, and was a part of his estate at the time of his decease. In 1827 it came into the possession of Jacob Butters, and his deed mentions a house and currier's shop. This house as it was originally built consisted of one room in each story and a lean — to of one room. The old part of the house was next to Emerson street, and judging from the difference in construction, the newer part must have been added some years later. The house next south of the old house was probably the currier's s
was to have an attractive and convenient home. Their remarks were followed by the poem written for the occasion by a member (who modestly wished his name withheld), and read by Miss Alice E. Curtis. Beside the banks of Mystic stream, The scene of Winthrop's toil and dream; And Cradock's pride in power of State, And Royall's house of beauty great; A home of modern day we raise With grateful thought of earlier days. Could Winthrop stand upon this spot Well might he say ‘I know it not,’ And Royall from the stately home, Whose acres broad he loved to roam, Would gaze with a bewildered look, Back to the mansion he forsook. And are we in Old Medford still, Woods, streams and pastures, vale and hill All changed in form by modern hand? Our forebears could not know this land. We miss the forms by Nature lent, We bow to change by centuries sent. Changed though the land, by Nature given, Old Medford's spirit works its leaven, And memory clings to days of old, With reverent thought their goo
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 22., History told by names of streets. (search)
the old clay-pit, and the only cliff the edge of the ever-increasing dump, but the slow trickle of Two-penny brook beside it isn't comparable with the great German river. A lot of the sand of College field has migrated to the acres in the form of the concrete block foundations. Some store-building syndicate has erected its structure on Main street, and the Church Extension Society located on a strategic point the temporary chapel of St. John's Church. Across the way, where once was Isaac Royall's farmhouse, not many years since was the Mystic trotting park. Blocks of stores, garage and dwellings now line its new streets. These bear the names of former proprietors and turfmen — Wright, Willis, Bonner, Golden and Trott. Hicks avenue leads to the later Combination park and perpetuates its projector's name. Dexter street recalls a former owner, and in the corner of the city are another owner's children's names — Joseph, Lewis, Edward and Henry. Away back in 1845 Edward Hastin
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 23.,
Medford turnpike
Corporation. (search)
eof, as with the consent of the proprietors of said turnpike they might think proper, made return of the warrant to them directed, as follows:— Beginning at a stake and stones on the easterly side of the road, and by land of the heirs of Col. Isaac Royall, deceased, nearly opposite to Dr. Luther Stearns' house in Medford, and running southeasterly over land of said heirs, one hundred and thirty-seven rods and three-quarters of a rod, and here the road is laid out four rods wide; and thence t of the bank is the bound of the southeasterly side of said turnpike road. . . . And we estimate the damages that any man may sustain, or which or shall arise to any person by taking his land for said road as follows, viz.: To the heirs of Isaac Royall, late of Medford, deceased, $2,390.00; the heirs of Thomas Russell, late of Boston, deceased, $65.50; Elias Haskett Derby, $2,362.00; John Tufts, $550.00; the heirs of Timothy Tufts, Jr., late of Charlestown, deceased, $1.00; Dr. William Stear
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 23., The mills on the Medford turnpike. (search)
(Walnut Tree) hill, near Broadway, and its course through the Tufts athletic field can easily be traced, but often innocent of water Passing beneath the railroad its course (when it has any, as in recent years) is changed somewhat, See register, Vol. XIX, p. 13, Com. of J. H. Hooper. but returns to the old, before crossing the highway, and at the turnpike widens, and is the Canal cut from Medford river wherein a lighter can come up, See register, Vol. XVI, p. 77. once belonging to Isaac Royall. It does not appear that Captain Adams developed any water power from Two-penny brook; it was more likely that his action was in the interest of his brick yards near by. But in 1813, in July, signed by Peter C. Brooks, president (and the seal of the corporation), on the part of the turnpike proprietors, and Samuel Dexter (and a seal) was the following contract: The Medford Turnpike Corporation agree with Samuel Dexter of Boston Esqr. that he, his heirs and assigns forever, shall
five shares. It allowed them to hold real estate to the value of ten thousand dollars, and fixed the rate of toll at one-sixteenth of a dollar per ton; toll was to commence as soon as the canal was completed. It also gave specific direction as to construction and maintenance of a bridge for the Medford turnpike. This branch canal was of necessity at a lower level than the other and required two locks for its operation. Land was purchased of Samuel Dexter and William H. Sumner (owners of Royall estate), seven and one-half acres and two rods for $751.25, and was to revert to the grantors if disused for two years. A storage basin The area of this is still noticeable near Mystic avenue. was constructed on this land, beside the main canal, with a side lock, or gates, in the embankment to give access thereto. Mr. Hooper, who when a boy lived nearby on the turnpike, says the lock was a big timber-framed box between two heavy stone walls which were several feet away, and timber bra
The Royall towers. There were two such structures at the Royall house. One, doubtless the older, was a lookout-room upon the roof at its southern end. The exact date of its construction we may not say, but certainly between the years 1739 and 1775, and more probably prior to 1754, and while the location was a part of old Charlestown. Features still in evidence indicate that it was a part of the final construction made by the younger Colonel Royall. This lookout-room was the interior of a Colonel Royall. This lookout-room was the interior of a cupola, as the modern term has it, one side of which was formed by the brick wall between the massive chimneys which overshadowed it. It was doubtless as elaborately finished on its exterior as was the house itself. The views we present are those by Mr. Hooper in The Evolution of the Royall House, for the showing of its locality and means of access, and not of architectural detail. From its four windows the lord of the manor could view his extensive domain, or the overseer the numerous slave
passed the Cambridge road (at his left) and crossed Two-penny brook, both more consequential streams than now. Near the latter was a large farmhouse, which, fifty years ago, was a part of the well known Mystic house. A quarter mile farther on, at the left, there loomed up in his sight, stately and grand, a three-storied house with its several outbuildings. It was in the midst of extensive grounds, and far back from the village street. This will be easily recognized as the estate of Colonel Isaac Royall, and knowing of his Tory proclivities, it is unlikely that Revere stopped there but rode quickly by. Another quarter mile brought him to Fish-house lane (the present South street), the old way to the fording place. A few houses were there, among them the Admiral Vernon tavern, and the river and bridge lay ahead. Another quarter and he had passed over it, by the Royal Oak tavern, and turning squarely to the left, he sped on. That quarter mile brought him through the densest settle
of ye high regard I shall ever retain for the Town of Medford I am wth great respect Gentn Your most obedt h'ble servt W. Pepperell. William Pepperell was of Kittery, Maine (then part of Massachusetts) and was son-in-law of Colonel Isaac Royall and had been father-in-law of Parson Turell for eleven years, the marriage of his daughter Jane to the Medford minister being her third matrimonial adventure. It seems that sixteen years before, Colonel Royall had given the town a Bible (Colonel Royall had given the town a Bible (folio) which proved an innovation. Received with thanks voted. Four years later a vote was passed for its public reading, and, as above seen, sixteen years later, and in a new and more stately meeting-house came the gift of the cushion of velvet on which to lay the Holy Book. Doubtless Pepperell's esthetic tastes had been offended by the sight of the bare desk during his visits to Medford, and thus sought to better things. Twenty-three years later the town purchased a green velvet one, whi
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 28., Medford and her Minute Men, April 19, 1775. (search)
ew day, the nineteenth, a horse and rider burst over the crest of Winter hill and dashed down the slope along the road from Charlestown into the sleeping town. On the left, as they drew nearer the bridge, the rider passed the mansion house of Isaac Royall, set back in the midst of its ample estate. The glint of moonlight fell upon its darkened windows, for Colonel Royall, the Sunday previous, had ridden off in his chariot to Boston, and was then and thereafter absent from Medford. But the houColonel Royall, the Sunday previous, had ridden off in his chariot to Boston, and was then and thereafter absent from Medford. But the house, more steadfast than its master, greets us today as it greeted Revere in that early morning hour. Across the Mystic, at the town square, the horse and rider turned to the left into the road to Menotomy. There on the right stood the house of Isaac Hall, captain of the Minute Men. Here he drew rein. A knock on the door, a hurried alarm, and with the prompt response of candle light from within, Medford was again astir. That sentinel of the past stands in our midst today. Up the road to Me