Missing!Has anyone seen this fieldstone marker? At one time it was located at the corner of Washington and Depot Streets. Colonial era milestones guided travelers on their way. The earliest Boston milestones were erected in 1707. Boston judge Samuel Sewall noted that year that he had set two milestones on the road over the Boston Neck to Roxbury. Many early milestones were located along the old Bay Road as it was a major highway of the time. Some of these are in Easton and still stand. According to MACRIS (Massachusetts Cultural Resource Information System) the stone in the above photo was “constructed” in 1861. Its historic name is Easton Center Milestone. The milestone indicated that Easton Center was 1 mile from the stone’s location. According to the MACRIS report dated 7/3/70 it was approximately 14” by 18” inches in size and was set in concrete. It was located on the historic Easton Green. The report noted it to be in ‘deteriorated’ condition and of ‘moderate’ importance. Was it moved? It must have been at one time as it is no longer there. If so, where did it end up? Sketches from MACRIS report showing location of the stone, 1970. Just curious- if anyone knows what happened to the milestone- I’m interested!
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It’s cranberry season. Wild cranberries have long been harvested in Easton, beginning with Indigenous people well before the first colonists arrived. Among the areas in town where cranberries were harvested were the Little Cedar Swamp (near Pine Grove Cemetery off Foundry Street) and along Whitman’s Brook not far from the Town Hall on Elm Street. Cranberries like to grow in wet boggy areas. At the turn of the century cranberries were dry harvested, not wet harvested- (by flooding bogs with water). By the early 20th century cranberries were more commonly harvested by machines, whereas before the picking was done by hand.In the late 19th century Easton school children were hired to pick cranberries during the autumn harvest season. To do so, they often missed school to work an 8-hour day, but they could make up to a dollar a day, so this was incentive enough. The children were watched by adults who oversaw that they picked thoroughly as many cranberries hid beneath the thick-growing vines. Apparently, children’s nimble fingers were superior to adults’, although mothers often picked with their children. According to an article in the Boston Globe, published Sept. 23, 1895, the area known as North Easton Meadows was where the mothers, children- and the occasional tramp in need of tobacco money-, picked. The pickers were noticed by passengers on the Old Colony Railroad traveling through Easton. The cranberry fields were on the western side of the track and near what would today be Stoughton conservation land. The berries would go from children’s buckets into bushel containers. A pail holding 6 quarts of berries would fetch 9 cents. Then the bushel containers were stored away to be winnowed, sorted, and put into barrels to go to market. Below is an easy cranberry sauce recipe from an 1845 cookbook.
Late August- the water in Cape Cod Bay is at its warmest, garden tomatoes are in abundance- there might come a perfect summer day- hot but not too hot, clear, dry air- and memories seep in so I go looking to remember. There’s a place I haven’t been to in decades, mostly because I wasn’t sure how to get there and concerned that it was now private property, but after looking at a Natural Resources Trust easement map kindly provided by EHS member Paul Berry, I set out believing I was permitted to be there. Basically, I was along the Queset as it runs west of Main Street, between Main Street and the Town Pool. I remember being a kid riding my bike to the library and heading into the meadow behind Queset House, back where Hobart Ames’s house once was, and exploring along the banks of the brook with siblings and cousins looking for crayfish and turtles. One time bringing home a small snapping turtle. I remember just sitting in the grass with the silence- but for the buzzing of the bees. This place- a hidden treasure. There are still hidden treasures, and sometimes you can still get to them. Off Elm Street in North Easton new homes are currently being built. Not too far beyond the construction tape at the very rear of the site is Wayside’s old root cellar. Still there. A year and a half ago there was a sign on a tree near the wooden bridge over the brook, that read “Louis Frothingham’s Goldfish Pond.” The sign is now gone. Change is inevitable but I’m glad the root cellar still stands. Curious stonework still hides away off South Street near where it meets Highland. Many industries thrived at least temporarily at this location, beginning as early as 1742 when members of the Keith and Williams families built a sawmill on the Mulberry Brook. Later the site hosted a gristmill, linseed oil mill, shingle mill, and several other industries, all relatively modest enterprises. Prior to his death in 1927 Eleazer Keith used the building as a duck house. Thereafter it was abandoned. The area is overgrown and difficult to access but interesting. The little Mulberry Brook was quite useful in its day. Easton, like all places will continue to transform and change. Although this sometimes feels unfortunate it is the way life is. Once Indigenous people traveled the Old Bay Road and farmed near Easton green. We must look hard to find evidence of them. The same will be true of us someday.
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