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Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., An old Medford school boy's reminiscences. (search)
it home. Where is that bird now? It ought to be in the headquarters of the Historical Society. Sam was the son of Mrs. Peggy Swan who lived in the west half of the Bartlett house. Maybe some Swan may know of it. Our first teacher in the high Swan may know of it. Our first teacher in the high school was Mr. Forbes, a good teacher and man. The next was Isaac Ames, the best teacher I ever knew. He was a small man with a club foot, a student at law, and in after life Judge of Probate for Essex County. He was thoroughly amiable and no troubghters of Dr. Fuller, from the next house east. The drawing class was instructed by Miss Hannah Swan, daughter of Mrs. Peggy Swan and sister of Sam, he of the brazen rooster. The singing school was a large affair. It was kept in the Martin Buord, or maybe just over the edge. It was Bacon's pond in the Aberjona. Deacon Samuel Train, who lived next west of Mrs. Peggy Swan, was of very solemn aspect. He was not so portentously solemn as the Rev. Orin Fowler of Fall River, of whom after
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 17., Deacon's demijohn destroyed. (search)
p. 167 of the Register is a memoir of Deacon Samuel Train, the man of solemn aspect mentioned in this issue by Mr. Stetson. It contains a story of the accidental breaking of a demijohn of choice whiskey just presented him. A large one too, as according to the deacon's statement, the whiskey for ten feet around was six inches deep, and his clothes smelt so strong that his daughter thought he was intoxicated. Caleb Swan made note of another occurence in which the deacon met his match, and records that the deacon (probably proud of his smart grandson) told Mrs. Peggy Swan that he shouted up the stairway to the boy, Keep still or I'll come and cut your liver out, and then the boy replied, What will you do with it, grandpa,—cook it for breakfast? Of course it must be understood that such were the whimsical exaggerations and expressions of a good and worthy man; habits fixed perhaps before acquiring the solemn aspect which was only external, as Mr. Stetson says he was kindly inside.