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