Unionville
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. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() 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 [email protected]
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