Unlike all of my previous stories, most of this story takes place in June 2022. On the first Monday of June, I worked in my garden in Westborough. Finishing around noon, I sat in my chair and reflected that the only way to describe the day was “delicious!” I went home...
I am a pine cone high up on a branch of a stately pine tree. It is summer 1749. I am located on Ash Street, just off Main Street, in Hopkinton. In the autumn, a strong wind blows me down onto the ground. During the winter, I will be covered by pine needles, leaves and...
A stroll up Main Street, circa 1950, through the eyes of a 10-year-old: We start our stroll at the corner of Wood Street and West Main Street and head east. The train just backed into Worthmore Feed Store (now Hopkinton Lumber) from Milford with a flat car of lumber,...
This story evolves from doing research for my article on the undefeated 1955 Hopkinton High School football team (Hopkinton Independent, Nov. 24, 2021). I needed the scores of the football games from 1955, and I had three yearbooks from Hopkinton High School, but not...
First let me start with a little bit about the author. I was ready to become a football star at the age of 14, very small (5-foot-5, 125 pounds) and very slow (Coach Mario Mariello would often yell at me while we were doing laps at the end of practice, “Hamilton, I...
In 1946, when I was 5 years old, my father, William Towne Hamilton Sr., worked as head of the Shipping Department at Seamans & Cobb, a thread mill on Hayden Rowe Street. Starting in September, I would go to work with him and walk down the street to 28 Hayden Rowe,...
This story was told to me by my mother, Evelyn M. Simmons Hamilton Swenor (1916-2010), who was born at 12 Claflin Ave. — as was her mother, Ethel Wood Simmons (1889-1972). The main character in this tale is my great-grandfather, Alfred “Pout” Wood (1845-1935). Alfred...
