Upcoming: Our Open House on Sunday, February 25th will feature Recipes and Cookbooks. Our cookbooks date from 1875, with a special replica from 1796. Please bring a family cookbook or recipe with you and share!
IN HONOR OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH, A STORY BEHIND THE SCHOONER OLIVER AMES
Thank you to Duncan Oliver and the Historical Society of Old Yarmouth for sharing their research and their February 2024 newsletter from which much of this information comes.
“When Noah Webster Morgan was born in Fayetteville, North Carolina in 1845, he likely never dreamed he would someday be master of his own ship, plying the coasts of New England.” (February Newsletter, Old Yarmouth Historical Society) That ship would be the schooner Oliver Ames, named after Oliver Ames, the Easton resident and Governor of Massachusetts.
In the late 1850’s Noah Webster Morgan was a half-black teenage boy fearful of being sold into slavery to pay off his dead Scottish father’s debts. His two sisters had already been.sold. Fortunately, Noah, then living in Back Creek, North Carolina, was rescued, along with his brother and a cousin, and taken north to freedom by Quaker Dr. Nathan B. Hill. Along the journey Dr. Hill was offered money if he would sell the boys but he refused the offer. They were taken first to New York, where they got on a steamer to Fall River, eventually landing in Bass River on Cape Cod. During the voyage they had been locked in a stateroom for their own safety and were very nearly discovered. Noah and his brother were taken in by Quaker David B. Akin, of Yarmouth, who had met Dr. Hill in North Carolina, and had from the first, agreed to help. In Yarmouth they were taught to read and write, at some point entering the South Yarmouth Grammar School where they did quite well, especially Noah.
David Akins home in Bass River. (Old Yarmouth Historical Society)
Noah enlisted in the army when the Civil War broke out, then in 1864, he joined the navy out of New Bedford. He learned seamanship skills and returned to Yarmouth in 1866. By 1881 he was named master of the William H. Rowe and living in New Bedford. He became part owner of another schooner in 1889 and in 1895 became the managing owner of the Oliver Ames. He became half owner of the Oliver Ames in 1909 along with his son David. In 1910 he was forced to sell his share due to financial difficulties.
50 Pleasant Street, Bass River. Noah and his family lived here at one time. (Old Yarmouth Historical Society)
In 1888 the schooner, Governor Oliver Ames, was both the first 5 masted schooner and the largest cargo ship in the world. It was built in Waldoboro, Maine, by the Atlantic shipping company from Somerset, MA and named for the then Governor of Massachusetts Oliver Ames. On its first voyage it almost sank due to high winds. It sailed for about a decade, free of incident, carrying lumber and later coal. On December 13, 1909, loaded up with railroad ties and destined for New York (sailing from Georgia), it met its fate off the shores of Cape Hatteras. Thirteen of the fourteen crew succumbed after a great storm hit the vessel. This was reported by Joseph Speering of New York, the sole surviving crewman. Noah Webster Morgan may have been favored by luck in the long run, as he was not present on that last voyage.
Noah died in 1924 and is buried in Oak Grove Cemetery in New Bedford. His story is a success story, and what a great connection to Easton!
Picture of the schooner Oliver Ames on display at the Railroad Station, North Easton, MA.
Anne Wooster Drury
"I am grateful for the privilege of paying my humble tribute to your dear husband, to whose kindness and thoughtfulness I owe my life." To Mrs. Cogswell from A.J. Leavitt, North Easton, MA
The Open House on Sunday, January 21st was dedicated to George Badger Cogswell, M.D.
George Badger Cogswell, M.D. was many things in his sixty-one years: college student, sailor, wanderer, physician, postmaster, soldier, upstanding citizen of Easton. He was born in Bradford, Massachusetts on Sept. 15, 1834, and by 1860 was living in North Easton Village. He served as assistant surgeon in the Union army and later was promoted to surgeon. He treated wounded men on and near the battlefield at Antietam.He was with the 2nd Corps hospital at Harpers Ferry. While working as acting medical inspector of the Ninth Army Corps he willingly gave himself up as a prisoner in order to aid the wounded and sick prisoners of war. He is said to have, through a clever ruse, pretending an authority he didn’t have, helped some very ill soldiers escape to safety during prisoner exchanges. One Easton resident told History of Easton author William Chaffin that Cogswell saved his life in this manner.
Oakhurst, 115 Main Street, North Easton.
In 1861 Cogswell was appointed Easton’s Postmaster, an office which he held for 24 years. During the times he was absent serving in the War, others filled in for him. In 1880 Dr. Cogswell lived at 115 Main Street with his wife and 2 children in a home they called Oakhurst. Dr. Cogswell was very involved in the Easton community and obviously very much respected. When the Easton Paul Dean Masonic Lodge was established 1867, Cogswell was named Worshipful Master. In 1868 he was a charter member of A. B. Randall Post, G. A. R. No. 52.
The North Easton Library Association was organized in 1869 (prior to the establishment of the Ames Free Library) and Dr. Cogswell was chosen librarian. He was one of 50 shareholders, but any person could pay $2 per year and use the reading room that was located in the same building as the Post Office. Papers and magazines were provided.
After the war he had a flourishing practice in the Easton area and was personal physician to members of the Ames family. When the Soldier’s Monument in Easton Center was dedicated on Memorial Day in 1882, with about 2,000 people present, Dr. Cogswell was President of the Day. He was a charter member of the Knights of Honor, instituted in 1879. In 1896 the Cogswells were living in Stoughton when Oakhurst was moved west to make room for the North Easton Grammar School which was later built on that site in 1916. George passed away in 1896, his wife Catherine in 1898. Today Oakhurst still stands on Main Street, a physical reminder of the good doctor and his well-lived life.
“Oakhurst” today. Main Street.
Anne Wooster Drury
A walk down Elm Street from Main Street will take you past the Easton Y, Shoveltown Brewery, the back of the Governor Ames Estate, beautiful older homes, Spring Hill, and then Wayside. Wayside, the home of Mary Shreve Ames, later Mary Shreve Ames Frothingham, was built in 1912. Today what remains of the Wayside estate sits just east of Whitman’s Brook Drive. It was designed by architect Guy Lowell. Five years after Mrs. Frothingham’s death in 1955, Wayside was gifted to the town for $1. Today, the lovely Georgian Revival mansion is the home of the Easton Town Offices.
When Mary Shreve Ames decided to build her own home she began buying land on Elm Street, just across the street from her childhood home, Langwater. This took some time. The sketch below, taken from the booklet Wayside written by Hazel Varella, illustrates the various parcels, and from whom they were acquired. Four houses had to be moved down the street to make room for the future Wayside. They are now the homes located at 154, 158, 160, and 164 Elm Street (from Wayside by Hazel Varella). I believe those houses are now gone and newer homes have replaced them.
As the photo below indicates Elm Street at the time of construction was quite rural. According to Frank Meninno in a previous EHS blog, Elm Street was still a dirt road.
Spring Hill, the home of William Hadwen Ames, was built off Elm Street in the mid-1890’s and can be vaguely seen in the rear center of the above photo. Easton Historical Society.
Wayside under construction. Easton Historical Society.
Mrs. Frothingham (she married Louis Adams Frothingham in 1916) was a generous philanthropist, giving time and financial support to the Easton Schools, Unity Church, Ames Free Library, the Red Cross, Frothingham Park, and more. Interestingly, Mrs. Frothingham was very much involved in the anti-suffrage movement, while her cousin-in-law Blanche Ames at Borderland, was a noted suffragette. “Despite this, the two women maintained a friendly and cordial relationship, agreeing to disagree. For example, when the 19thAmendment passed, guaranteeing women the vote, Blanche telephoned Mary to ask whom she should vote for in the coming election.” (Blanche Ames Archives-Oakes Ames Memorial Hall)
What I love most about Wayside is the ghost of the once brilliant rose garden and the marble well that still remains. Still a lovely spot. If you continue walking to the end of Elm Street and take a left you’ll soon come to The Beanery on Washington. Stop in and enjoy a hot coffee and a decadent donut!
Anne Wooster Drury
Even well-built businesses and roads are sometimes as fleeting as the first snowflakes and on reflection it seems like they disappear in no time at all. Unlike snow, sometimes they leave permanent traces behind. One day in early December, the first small snow fell in Easton, drifting somewhat lazily through the heavy cold air. Having received some interesting feedback from some members in response to my last newsletter (more about that in another newsletter), I am lingering in the Unionville area. The first settler in what we now call Unionville was William Phillips (circa 1720). Roads are key to the growth of neighborhoods. “Growth began after the development of a road to Stoughton. This road ran roughly parallel to but generally west of the present day Washington Street. It is mentioned in records as early as 1719 and was first surveyed as a road in 1728.” (Easton’s Neighborhoods, Ed Hands)
Early Unionville depended on the Dorchester Brook. The brook travels south into Easton from Stoughton and runs under both Union Street and Elm Street extension. Early businesses included a sawmill on Union Street (1724-5 to 1829) close to the Brockton line and another further south off Elm Street extension where Eliphalet Leonard Jr. operated a forge and furnace for making steel. Both used the resource of Dorchester Brook. Traces of these businesses have disappeared.
Today there are still traces of Monte’s Ice Company, a business that once operated on Elm St. extension. Fred Monte took over an existing icehouse in 1927 and ran it until 1967. But 1967 is not that long ago. And what's left is largely built of glacial rock that was already here, and will be here long after we're gone.
74 Washington Street, Unionville. This building, built in 1930 was on the corner of Washington & Union Street. Sometime during the 1940’s and 1950’s it was known as Peaselee’s having been bought by Floyd and Dorothy Peaselee and operated as a grocery store. Later it was sold to James and Lucinda Murphy. Neighborhood children walked there for candy; sat on the big rock to eat it. Today the store no longer exists. Below is what the corner looks like today.
Site of Peaselee’s store as it looks today.
181 Washington Street, Unionville. Swift’s Store, built in 1895. First known as Swift’s Grocery Store, later McMenamy’s Hamburger House, today the Beanery.
A bit further south on Washington street from Swift's Grocery, on the corner of Elm, was the Square Top Methodist Church. The land for the first church was purchased in 1795. To the left can be seen a corner of the Washington Street Cemetery. The first church here was subsequently moved and the Square Top was dedicated in 1830. It was torn down in the early 1900's. Many different businesses have been located here since. Today the land is part of a private residence.
Some remains of Monte's can be seen in the woods off Elm St. extension, the church and Peaslee's are gone now, Swift's store has undergone its own metamorphosis. Time passes.
I make my way out of the woods near Monte's old Ice House, getting caught up by briars as I do so. I've been poking around the site but the undergrowth and damp ground make it difficult. I emerge from the woods to see my car parked precariously on the edge of the road. And in the blink of an eye, it's stopped snowing.
Anne Wooster Drury
Please stop in at the Easton Historical Society and Museum for our December Open House. It will be from 12-4 on December 17th. Great last minute gifts, including glass ornaments, puzzles, vintage Easton maps, books, coloring books for the kids, and so much more. See our new display and view our Station’s “bull’s eye” window from the inside! Also, our Ames tool belt buckle collection and famous suffrage movement artwork from Blanche Ames Ames will be on display. As always, refreshments will be served.
SPECIAL NEWSLETTER/GUEST WRITER
Today’s newsletter is written by Chris (Mark) Bergeron after a recent gathering to honor Private First Class Edward “Smitty” Smith, graduate of Oliver Ames High School, the first Easton resident to die in the Vietnam War.
“Edward ‘Smitty’ Smith was remembered on Saturday November 4 in a poignant gathering at Beaver Brook Wood of family members, friends, veterans, and a teacher who’d known him since 1962 as an outstanding athlete who lived his life with fearless exuberance and the first Easton resident to die in the Vietnam War.
Surrounding a boulder inscribed with Smith’s name and located at a trailhead leading into serene town-owned woods off Poquanticut Avenue, about 25 guests, including five of Smith’s siblings, their spouses and children, shared their memories of their daredevil brother with others and then heard from three Marines who had accompanied him on his last patrol and written his parents heartfelt letters after his death.
The hour-long gathering was organized by Mark Bergeron and Dale Kerester, an Easton community activist and Lion’s Club member, who provided customized frames for photographs of Smith in high school and Vietnam to be hung from a nearby tree. At the gathering and at a later meal at Leandros Italian Restaurant, Kerester played pre-recorded telephone calls from Marines David Backer and Jim Rowe II who remembered Smith as a dedicated and courageous platoon member whether in a firefight or teaching survival skills to newcomers.
Setting an elegiac tone, brother Jim Smith read a free verse poem, “A Requiem for Smitty,” written by ‘a friend’ to be hung from a nearby tree with his photos that imagined Smith speaking from the dead and asking a passerby to look into his face: ‘I hope they can understand how short and precious life is …/Look into my face – and all the other faces like mine – and remember us.’
In letters to his parents, the Marines who accompanied Smith on his final mission recalled him as courageous under fire, helpful to new platoon members and thoughtful about the complexities of a divisive war. By the rock Kerester played a recording of former Marine David Backer, of Oregon, reading a letter he wrote Smith’s mother describing the time her son saved him from stepping on a Viet Cong booby trap, gave him leather boots to protect him from the soggy jungle and taught him to work with him as a ‘tail-end Charlie’ who ensured no enemy fighters were sneaking up from behind other Marines to ambush them from behind.
‘As I write this, I’m looking at some leather bootstraps that Smitty braided for me to give me good luck. It has constantly reminded me of Smitty and how kind he was to me. My heart aches that he didn’t get to live a longer life and continue his kindness,’ he wrote.
Later at Leandros Restaurant, Kerester played an 18-minute recording of former radio operator James Rowe II, of Pennsylvania, recalling an early discussion with Smith while they protected a Montengard village that he’d left college to join the Marines so he could draw his own conclusions about the justness of the war.
Guests listened raptly as Rowe described how the 11 Marines dug in atop a small hill behind enemy lines on a reconnaissance mission. Just after night fell, he recalled Smith firing an M-60 machine gun and shouting ‘Here they come’ as the Viet Cong attacked the outnumbered platoon.
After the firing stopped, Rowe recalled radioing, ‘We have one American kilo India alpha,’ stunned to realize he was reporting Smith’s death in phonetic radio code.
Two Easton residents who’d known Smith since high school in the mid-1960’s remembered him in their own ways for transcending the usual social conventions of being an outstanding athlete and reaching conclusions about classmates on his own.
Hazel Varella, who taught 41 years in Easton’s school system and presently serves as treasurer of the Easton Historical Society, said Smith always enlivened her classes with his provocative opinions and, despite a seemingly outspoken public persona, took what he considered the ethical path.
In a letter written and distributed to Smith family members for this event, Kevin Dee, a high school classmate who joined the Marines the same time as Smith, concluded the letter as if speaking to him; ‘I think of you often and what you all gave up. You didn’t deserve to have that taken from you. We can honor you by remembering your sacrifice and, as one of the lucky ones, by keeping our promises and not wasting our lives.’
In a voice strained with emotion Bergeron read a short letter to Smith’s parents from former Marine Suluki Qawiy, now member of the Nation of Islam who was born Roger Smith, in which he described Smith as ‘one of the roughest human beings I have ever come in contact with and a rebel. A rebel means he believed in fair play and tried to change what he felt was wrong in the world. To me, freedom, justice and equality was his method of life and that was one of the reasons I loved him so much. … When Smith had his eye on a goal, he went for it all the way. Please let us not refer to those who passed away as dead. They are alive in our hearts. Your brother, Suluki.’”
Thank you to Mark Bergeron for providing this moving tribute to his childhood friend.
Anne Wooster Drury
Upcoming: Today, Saturday December 2nd – EASTON GARDEN CLUB HOLIDAY GREENS SALE will be held from 9 to 12 at the Historical Society. Purchase some beautiful greens for your holidays! In addition, the RR Station is now decorated with festive white lights and the ‘official’ lighting will take place on the same day. The RR Station will remain open until 6 pm.
On Sunday November 19th Director Steve Anderson and I met up with members of the Stoughton Historical Society, led by Dwight MacKerron, off Roche Bros Way to access the railroad tracks. This section of track runs from the North Easton Station, behind Roche Bros Supermarket and on to Stoughton center to the Station there. We were looking for remains of an old road that connected Easton and Stoughton prior to the laying of the turnpike now known as Washington Street. It was a sunny and brisk day, but not too cold. It was a short walk to the tracks and once there we walked north toward Stoughton.
One stone wall, one side of the old road.
Before long a very large glacial rock could be seen off to the east. Once beyond the rock Dwight pointed out the remnants of the old road. It runs for perhaps seventy-five yards and is bordered on both sides by stone walls. The road was originally discovered by Dwight MacKerron and members of the Stoughton Historical Society. According to him the road was shown on at least one old map. He believes the road- (the part we saw was in Stoughton)- probably swung east toward Washington Street. In the other direction it ran toward Easton. Exactly where is currently unknown.
On our walk we came upon a small animal skull laying on top of the ground- a bit of a surprise, a railroad spike, and telegraph/telephone poles (pictured below) from sometime after the railroad line went in. The Easton Branch Railroad opened from Stoughton to North Easton on May 16, 1855.
Another Old Road
Chaffin in his History of Easton (Highways) writes that some of the early Easton roads were merely cart-paths and that “there are a number of abandoned roads in Easton that were once considerably used highways. There was one from North Easton village to Solomon Foster’s place, and so round east to the old Stoughton road, now Washington Street.” Solomon Foster lived close by the Stoughton line. In Chaffin’s time this road was “not yet obliterated.” Solomon R. Foster fought in the Civil War and is buried in the Washington Street cemetery.
In another passage (Old Abandoned Homesteads) Chaffin writes, “Not long after the incorporation of the town a few settlements were made up in the extreme northeast quarter, and an old road ran…. northerly from the village of North Easton nearly to the Stoughton line, and thence easterly, and so round by Washington Street.” In the village there was a road sometimes referred to as the Sol. Foster Road, that according to Chaffin did not fare well in the long run. The road was voted in 1744 and later in 1772, though little was done to maintain it. In Chaffin’s time “it was no longer a thorough-fare to Stoughton and was in fact very early superseded by the other two roads to that town.” Where Solomon Foster’s road was exactly is also unclear.
Thank you to Dwight MacKerron and the Stoughton Historical Society for a nice walk and great information.
In granite cold, I
Fragments of old tracks
Anne Wooster Drury
On Sunday November 12, visitors to the EHS&M heard from six speakers. Ken and Diane Sterling, members of the SAR and the DAR, respectively, spoke of their own long family histories in this country from the time of the Revolutionary War. David Ames Jr. spoke about his relative Second Lt Oliver Ames, Jr. who was killed in combat in France in WWI and his own father David Ames, Sr, who proudly served in WWII, decoding the tapes that detailed losses at Pearl Harbor and accompanying the ranking admiral on duty in delivering the news to the White House.
Easton resident John Amorim shared his experience in Vietnam after he enlisted in 1963, the constant need to be on the lookout for booby traps, and his sadness on hearing of the death of fellow Easton resident and OA grad Pfc Edward Smith. Frederick Allen Coe Jr.’s military duties included combat force protection and electronic security systems operations in both Afghanistan and Iraq. Since September 11, 2001 he has been deployed on three military operations, including OPERATION ENDURING FREEDOM and OPERATION IRAQI FREEDOM.
Left to right: First Vice President David Ames Jr., John Amorim, Elizabeth Riley, Frederick Coe, Jr.
Elizabeth M. Riley, Lieutenant Colonel (Ret), served in the US Army from 1984 to 2013; her specialty was logistics, plans, operations and training. Her career included assignments in the Army National Guard, Army Reserves, and active duty.
Listeners were impressed with the selfless service given by these individuals and the gift of those who solemnly pass their story on. At this time we especially remember those who did not return. I find myself sympathizing with the words of Emily Dickinson,
It feels a shame to be Alive--
When Men so brave—are dead--
Anne Wooster Drury
UPCOMING EVENT: Please join us!
I found it! The Dailey Homestead on Stonehill College property. I mentioned Dailey in an earlier newsletter about Stonehill; Dailey was an early settler in Easton. “John Dailey (Daley/Dayly) ‘pitched’12 acres (1708-9) on Stone-House Plain.” He was here before 1708 and originally a native of the north of Ireland. (Chaffin) He was a hogreeve, or hog constable. After reading, or re-reading, about the find, and subsequent research and excavation beginning in 1996, I wanted to see the site for myself. Of course, I did it the hard way- I did not go directly to the College archives. I had tips from three different people, and off and on, over the past several months, I have wandered the vicinity looking for the site. It was not easy to find. There is a path, though a rather faint one off a more well-traveled path, and the site is marked- once you manage to find it. Artifacts are stored in the Stonehill College Archives.
Sign posted near Dailey homesite on Stonehill College property.
Found at the site were a bronze coin with a likeness of George II, a musket ball, pieces of window glass, china imported from England and China, and part of a tobacco pipe. Artifacts are stored in the Stonehill College Archives.
Remains of a well at Dailey site near house foundation.
Photo of Dailey house foundation.
The woods were quiet and calm the day I found the site, the sun shining through the leaves of the surrounding trees, the occasional brown leaf silently drifting down to the ground. It was a good moment to reflect on the past and try to imagine what life was like for John Dailey and his family. It was worth the hours spent searching.
The photos are mine, but some information is from the Stonehill Alumni Magazine, Fall 1999.
Anne Wooster Drury
A reminder that today, Sunday, October 22, the monthly Open House at the Easton Historical Society takes us back to the decades when many of us reading this newsletter grew up- the 1950’s, the 1960’s, and the 1970’s. Each of these decades provided very different experiences for those who came of age at the time. Perhaps the fifties were more innocent, I don't know (?), while the sixties were politically and culturally turbulent, and it was in the seventies that the Beatles disbanded and disco was born. As we’ve grown older, perhaps we’ve become more aware of, and grateful for, our hometown and the spaces we played and studied in. As we grew into our later teenage years and beyond, some of us stayed, some of us left for good, and some of us left, but later returned to raise our own families. The following is a remembrance by my sister Rosemary (Wooster) Duphily on those ‘in between’ years when we were "finding our way in the world". In her remembrance she focuses on the local 'music scene' in the 1970's.
Local Entertainment in the 1970s
Coming of age in the 1970s had its benefits and challenges. In the mid-to-late 70s, most of us were continuing our education at college or working our first full-time job, with the added responsibilities of managing studies, adjusting to work schedules, and living at home, on our own, or in dorm rooms during the week. But when the weekend rolled around, we wanted to have some fun! I can remember traveling to Club California in Quincy, Shenanigans in Canton, and a variety of fairly local clubs featuring music, dancing, and drinking (the drinking age was 18)! During this time, right here in Easton, was the well known Olde Forge Tavern on Rte. 138. During my college years, I enjoyed the entertainment at the Olde Forge with my friends listening to “Red Eye”, “J.D., Billy & Ken”, "Midnight Traveller”, and the “Beaver Brown Band”. I looked forward to Friday and Saturday nights when we would drink pitchers of beer, socialize, make new friends, and dance to our favorite songs. I even worked as a cocktail waitress at the Olde Forge, experiencing the best of both worlds - making money while serving drinks to friends and listening to great music. The Olde Forge Tavern provided us with a local and comfortable entertainment venue, while we were still finding our way in the world.
The John Cafferty & the Beaver Brown Band were from Rhode Island and began their career in 1972. They played in Easton at The Forge in the 1970's. Image 1980's.
If you are local, we hope to see you tomorrow at the train station, 12:30-4:30.
Anne Wooster Drury
It’s that time of year again when spooky things are seen around town. And they’re all looking forward to the Open House on Sunday October 22nd when we will revisit Easton in the 1950’s, 60’s, and 70’s!
Below is a scene from the Town Pool, 1962. Do you remember riding your bike there on a hot summer day? Taking swimming lessons early in the morning when it was still too cold? Jumping off the dock? Taking the test for the ‘green’ tag? Then you’ll want to stop by the Railroad Station to see our exhibits.
Town Pool 1962. Easton Patriot newspaper.
Did your family ever pick up pizza from the Crossroads Café? Maybe on a Friday or Saturday night? A special treat.
Photos, Easton Patriot, 1962.
Did you go to Oliver Ames High School? Football games at Frothingham Park? You could hear the cheering and the band playing blocks away. Remember Val “Muzy” Muscato? (On the left in the above photo.) Or basketball or baseball games? Maybe you played a sport for OA. Not until 1973 was the first Girls’ Track Club formed. The club officially became a team in 1974. Things were different then.
If you remember sock hops, poodle skirts, mini-skirts, drive- in theaters, Walks for Hunger, James Taylor, candy cigarettes or wax lips, please join us! Twelve-thirty to four-thirty.
Now the first of December was covered with snow
and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston
Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting
with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
a song that they sing when they take to the sea
a song that they sing of their home in the sky, maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
but singing works just fine for me
So, goodnight you moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James
Anne Wooster Drury
Anne Wooster Drury