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Re-presenting Massachusetts Through the Lens.

Quincy, MA: 5 Items Found Inside a Time Capsule

Wikipedia.org says that Quincy, MA was “named after Colonel John Quincy, maternal grandfather of Abigail Adams and after whom John Quincy Adams was also named.” Knowing that Abigail Adams was the wife of John Adams, reading that made my brain hurt.

After 12 minutes of scratching my head, I finally understood that John Adams married Abigail Adams, and they had a kid and named him John Quincy Adams after Abigail’s mother’s father, John Quincy. The town itself is named after Abigail’s grandfather. Math! Check out archives.com for a comprehensive (John) Adams/(Abigail) Smith family tree.

Historians have said that John and Abigail Adams wrote many letters to each other during the American Revolutionary War, and these letters form an eyewitness account of the war. Abigail was so active in politics that many people called her “Mrs. President.”

On June 17, 1775, during the Battle of Bunker Hill, Abigail and her son, John Quincy Adams, watched the burning of Charlestown from Penn’s Hill. One hundred and twenty-one years later, the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR) created the Abigail Adams Cairn to commemorate this.

Abigail Adams Cairn • Quincy, MA

Here’s where it gets interesting. The DAR put a time capsule in there, Read more of this post

Avon, MA: Curiosity and Melancholy

Something about weathered signs makes me wonder about the work that went into the landmark, what everything looked like when it was new, when the upkeep stopped or would stop. I always experience a wistful feeling — curiosity lined with a vague melancholy. John J. DeMarco Park in Avon, MA was only built in 2004 but there’s a sign standing there that looks older than its age.

John J. DeMarco Park • Avon, MA

It appears that the grounds had Read more of this post

Oxford, MA: Number One or Number Two?

Much like Webster, there isn’t much to see in Oxford, MA. My family lived there for a couple of years and I do have fuzzy, disappointing memories of being there for some college breaks. My sister would say that’s where all the gangs are.

When there isn’t a whole lot to see in a given town, I default to Googlemaps. Specifically, where are the blue spots?

Number One Pond • Oxford, MA

Number One Pond is located just outside Oxford’s Rod & Gun Club. I happened to pull into their very full parking lot just as everyone was leaving a…meeting? Is that what Read more of this post

Webster, MA: Lake Chaubunagungamaug

I once heard via Twitter that Lake Chaubunagungamaug was the longest place name in the US. So, a few months ago, I packed my car — meaning, I grabbed my wallet, camera and sunglasses — and went to take a look-see at Lake Choochoobrownchickenbrowncow in Webster, MA. It’s a long name, obviously, so a lot of people just call it Webster Lake. Thanks, @BostonTweet, for that wonderful piece of information!

Lake Chaubunagungamaug • Webster, MA

It was extremely cold because I thought it would be cool to visit yet another lake in the month of February. Well, it wasn’t cool — it was cold. Freezing. Are you Read more of this post

Wareham, MA: Excitement, Wonder and Discovery

In the spirit of “finding buildings that are no longer in use but not actually going inside of them,” my friend Jill and I drove out to the Tremont Nail Company site in Wareham, MA this past weekend. Created in 1819, the Tremont Nail Company is the longest-standing manufacturer of steel-cut nails in the nation.

I should explain that, although the photos below appear as if these buildings were abandoned, the company does still exist. It got a new home in Mansfield, MA just six years ago. The town now owns these still-standing structures, keeping up the mills.

Tremont Nail Company • Wareham, MA

I do think the town could definitely Read more of this post

Sandwich, MA: Under the Boardwalk Empire Strikes Back to the Futurama

If you couldn’t figure out that I watch a lot of movies and TV programs after reading the title of this post, then you probably don’t watch a lot of them, yourself. Or you just didn’t read the title. In any case…raise your hand if you like sandwiches. Or earls. Or England. Or introductory paragraphs that have nothing to do with the rest of the post.

Yesterday, my friend Jill and I walked against the wind across the boardwalk in Sandwich, MA. Does anybody remember Hurricane Bob? I remember reporters standing in the wind and rain at the Cape on TV, interrupting “General Hospital” when I was in middle school. Bob tore up the boardwalk in Sandwich, but then everyone banded together with donations to make a new one.

Boardwalk • Sandwich, MA

You’ll notice that each board has a name or message on it from the donors. Had I known that Read more of this post

New Kid on the (Writer’s) Block

Hi, everyone. My sincere apologies for not posting in nearly a month. After eight years of working at the same place, I started working at a new company last week. So, I’ve been coming to terms with leaving Marketing/advertising and transitioning to a completely new business in biosurgery. That sounds funny, but Read more of this post

Southbridge, MA: A Genuinely Fun Trip to the RMV

So I was on my way to the Optical Heritage Museum in Southbridge, MA — tra la la — to get a shot of the giant pair of glasses on the front lawn. Exciting stuff as this would be a category standing on its own. Imagine my surprise when I found that, not only did the museum cease to exist — at least, not at 12 Crane St. — but there was now a boring tavern in its place. A surly-looking gentleman was standing on the stoop, giving me the stink-eye. (((sigh)))

Fortunately, I had just passed the Registry of Motor Vehicles nearby. Fortunately? Yes, fortunately. You see, this wasn’t just any RMV — or DMV, to you folks in New York state. This was a…wait for itRead more of this post

West Stockbridge and Charlton: Whistling Past the Graveyard

Good grief, Charlie Brown — it feels like I haven’t written since “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” first aired. Which doesn’t entirely make sense given that I wasn’t born yet. That would mean that I’ve been writing since my mom was six years old. There’s a lot going on in life right now. When that happens, I get writer’s block and can barely string together a sentence. Work emails don’t count. I’m trying, but some weeks I’m really pushing it. I’ll keep trying.

A few weeks ago, I was driving through West Stockbridge, MA en route to a…vanilla extract shop? …cider vinegar store? I forget. Spotting a cemetery on the side of the road, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take a few photos of this graveyard against the stormy-looking sky. In my research, I’ve seen it called Village Catholic Cemetery, Village Catholic Cemetery Richmond Street, and St. Patrick’s Catholic Cemetery.

Village Catholic Cemetery • West Stockbridge, MA

A lone structure stood against the wind across the street. Read more of this post

Brookfield, MA: Peace on Earth

For my Brookfield, MA entry, I decided to take a look at the General Henry Knox trail marker. But when I arrived at the coordinates, I couldn’t find it. Admittedly, I didn’t look too hard, especially after I stumbled upon a peace pole.

Peace Pole at Memorial Square • English, Spanish and...Russian? • Brookfield, MA

I’ll post some easy-to-digest history every now and then, but it isn’t my favorite topic. It’s just hard to stay away sometimes for this girl from Mass. The message on the peace pole, “May peace prevail on Earth,” is a timeless one spanning the world. ‘Twas a phallic entity, but it would do. The best part was that Read more of this post

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