​Hello!  A fall chill in the air brings thoughts of warm apple cider donuts and aromas of hot cocoa to mind today.  Leaves are beginning to turn color, and in a few weeks time, nature will be full of her glory.  However, there are times when the natural world can be full of wrath as well, and the current very busy hurricane season bears witness to that.


Today we turn to a few photos that helped to date this Belcher photo album.  On November 26 + 27, 1898, New England was hit by a storm of epic proportions, formed by the merging of two weather systems.  It is known as the "Portland Gale" and as far as I know, is the only New England storm named for its victims.  The storm battered southern New England on the weekend after Thanksgiving, when many travelers would be returning to their homes after visiting relatives.  The timing could not have been worse.  The 280 foot long side wheeled steamer Portland left Boston on the afternoon of the 26th to bring passengers to Maine, a trip she had made many times over the years.  However, by mid-morning on the 27th, it was apparent that the ship and her nearly 200 passengers did not survive.  Wreckage began washing up near Race Point in Provincetown and other areas around the tip of Cape Cod.  The loss of life from that one wreck stunned the area, and the storm became known for its most famous victim.  A total of 400 lives and 150 vessels were lost during the storm.

On the South Shore, tidal surges actually changed the course of the North River.  People rowed dories down Atlantic Avenue in Boston.  And in the coastal towns, wind, flooding, and erosion from high surf took their toll.

The photos here are of cottages that were damaged or destroyed at Brant Rock, Massachustts, a result of the Portland Gale.  For many years, Brant Rock was a summer vacation spot for many people, and a number of Eastoners owned or rented cottages during the summer.  Local organizations, such as the Outlook Club in Easton, had summer gatherings and outings at cottages owned by members.  The Belcher, Drake, and Heath families were among those Eastoners who owned property at Brant Rock, and presumably, the cottages pictured here are those that were once owned by these families.

Let us hope that the current hurricane season, which has already caused devastation for our southern neighbors, does not repeat history.

Until next week, stay well!
Frank

Hello everyone,
The fall newsletters will be in the mail this week for our members.  You will immediately notice an empty calendar section, an unfortunate casualty of the times we are living in.  We hope to have it full again with the next issue as we look forward to the holiday season.  Just in time for election season, Robert N. Brooks has shared a great story of a very special visitor to North Easton!

Watch later this week for some new announcements on the latest issue of Reminiscences, and a new website!


Stay well,
Frank

Hello all!  What a beautiful fall morning it is here in Easton.  There is a distinct chill in the air, the sun is shining, and there is even a hint of the fall colors in some of the trees around town.


Today's photos from the Belcher photo album are of the Shepard Leach House, 555 Foundry Street.  It was built around 1810 for Shepard Leach and his wife Phebe (Torrey) Leach.  Shepard's father Abisha was already known in Easton, having arrived here before 1800, when he bought an interest in the former Perry Foundry at the site of Old Pond on Foundry Street.  Shepard's wife Phebe was originally from Pembroke, and the Leach family was from Bridgewater.

Shepard Leach eventually obtained full ownership of the old foundry, and had a number of other foundries and furnaces in surrounding towns.  By all accounts he was the wealthiest man in Easton for most of his life (1777 - 1832) until he was surpassed by Oliver Ames in later years.  

The Leach House, built around 1810, was one of the most prominent homes in Easton for many years.  A classic Federal style, it was rather large for a two person household, as the Leaches did not have any children.  However, census records invariably record as many as 20-40 other people residing there at different points in time.  Some were probably domestic servants; some may have been workers who worked at the foundry at a time when there was little worker housing available (the Drakes, who later owned the home, also seemed to have provided some type of living arrangements for workers in those early years); others were orphan girls, who were taken in by the Leaches and given training in domestic work so that they could eventually support themselves as they grew old enough.  Shepard and Phebe had the means to do such things, and they were foster parents to an unknown number of young girls who might otherwise have had very different lives.

The first photo shows the house from Poquanticut Avenue and Foundry Street, where the size of the house is fully on display.  Note the full front porch and the iron railing across it.  The other photo is taken looking west along Foundry Street.  Note the ornamental iron fence that still stands on the property.  All of the iron work was made at the old foundry.

There are two stories connected with this house to share today.  The first is that upon completion, Daniel Wheaton, also a man of some means, had a rivalry with Leach.  Wheaton built a new home at 519 Bay Road just after Leach moved into his home.  The Wheaton home is nearly an exact replica, except for two things:  it was built slightly larger than the Leach home, and it had more elegant trim!  I hope it was a friendly game of one-upmanship.

The second story is more recent.  The Bulfinches, Arthur and Caroline (she was a descendant of the Drakes), lived in the Leach house from the 1930's until 1980.  Arthur worked in the Belcher Foundry office, which was across the street from his house. The Belcher foundry was sold during the early 1970's to a larger corporation, Dayton Malleable.  Arthur had retired by this time, and the foundry still operated directly across Foundry Street.  The new owners had begun an overnight shift, and sometimes during the early morning hours, very heavy iron ingots,or pigs, would occasionally be dropped, which resulted in a sudden and voluminous noise that startled Arthur and his wife from their sleep.  Several calls to the foundry over the course of a few weeks did not resolve the issue.  When the sudden noises continued unabated, Arthur began calling the chairman of Dayton Malleable at home each night he was awakened, regardless of the hour.  Within a few days, all of the noise stopped.

Watch for an exciting email early next week about a new book and a new and improved website!

I hope you enjoy the photos of this wonderful home, and until next week, stay well!
Frank
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