Boston
Henry Adams, the nineteenth cen-
tury philosopher, said that the history
of America is not the history of the
few, but the history of the many. The
people of Boston's neighborhoods have
accepted the challenge of Adam's
statement to produce "people's his-
tories" of their own communities.
Hundreds of Bostonians formed com-
mittees in each of fifteen neighborhoods
of the city, volunteering their time over
the past year and a half to research
in libraries, search for photographs,
produce questionnaires, transcribe
tapes, assist in writing and editing, and
most important, act as interviewers
and subjects of "oral history" research.
These booklets are not traditional
textbook histories, and we have not at-
tempted to cull a statistical sample.
We have simply talked with our
neighbors, people who remember,
sometimes with fondness, sometimes
with regret, but always with wisdom.
For each of us has his or her own
story to tell, and these stories are vital
to the development of our neighbor-
hoods and our city.
© 1976, The Boston 200 Corporation
Boston 200 is the city's official program
to observe the Bicentennial of the
American Revolution from April igy^
through December 1976.
Kevin H. White, Mayor
Katharine D. Kane,
President, The Boston 200 Corporation
I Beacon Street
Boston, Massachusetts 02108
617-338-1775
DO RCHES TER
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.xTa. CH E c KE RBO A R D of small towns housing one-
third of all Boston residents makes Dorchester a diverse
city within a city, a "neighborhood of neighborhoods."
One visitor described his first impression of the com-
munity as "rows and rows of triple-deckers, thousands
of them . . ." But shop at an Uphams Corner "Grocer-
ia," visit a Field's Corner pub or swim at Savin Hill
Beach and the image quickly fades. By a local politi-
cian's count, there are "at least twenty" distinct sec-
tions to Dorchester, each with its own identity and
each part of a complex urban environment.
The vibrant city landscape has not completely ob-
literated the skeleton of the original wilderness. Dor-
chester's seven rocky hills, lush gardens, powerful river
and sheltered harbor give us some idea of what the
first English colonists saw when they stepped onto
Savin Hill Beach on a June day in 1630, a few weeks
before their countrymen settled on the other side of the
harbor in Boston.
Local legend has it that Chickatawbut, chief of the
Neponsets, greeted the new arrivals in English, offering
them fish and a handshake of friendship. Whether or
not the story is true, the natives could have learned
English from passing fur-traders or from Englishman
FRONT cover: Farming in Mattapan, late igth century
INSIDE cover: Advertisement, c. 1880
David Thompson, a trader who lived and fished on a
small island just off the mainland. The Indians prob-
ably spoke a few words of French as well, since French
trappers had hunted in the area as far back as the late
sixteenth century.
Chickatawbut's tribe, who gave their name, Mas-
sachusetts, to the entire province, did not feel the Eng-
lishman's need for ownership. They were happy to
share their land, and amiably allowed the newcomers
to build homes in the area. They even signed their
marks to papers which would, by English law, eventu-
ally deprive them of their ancestral hunting grounds
and cornfields.
By Chickatawbut's death in 1633, the first group of
English Puritans had begun to shape their settlement
to suit them. Dorchester took on the appearance of an
enlarged Devonshire village, as land was parceled out,
cattle-fields set aside, and a fort and a meetinghouse
built.
The earnest Puritans who set about building log
houses in the colonial wilderness had waited many
years to come to North America. The Nonconformists,
as the Puritans were known in England, had been hav-
ing difficulties since the English government outlawed
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Part of Smith's Map of New England from Mercator's Atlas, 1625
Puritanism in 1593. The group living around Dorches-
ter, England organized themselves into a church fel-
lowship led by the Anglican minister John White, the
"Patriarch of Dorchester." Reverend White dreamed
of a Puritan commonwealth in America where Dorset
fishermen and traders could set up a spiritual haven
"that they might worship God according to the light of
their own conscience." Although the idealistic priest
never left England, or the Anglican church, he realized
his hopes as he watched his parishioners set sail on the
"Mary and John" for their adventure in the New
World.
The people who made up the Dorchester Company
were of a different stamp from the professional explor-
ers and migrant trappers of early days. Roger Clap, a
member of the company, tells us in his Memoirs:
"Many of the people were trading men, and at
first designed Dorchester for a place of trade, and ac-
cordingly built a fort upon a hill called Rock Hill ..."
The Nonconformists sought the security they had
so sorely longed for in England, so the first thing they
did was to build a fort. By 1639 they had guns set up at
the present Savin Hill, and ammunition stored at their
new meetinghouse.
The early Dorchesterites built their community
around parcels of land defined by the seven hills of the
bay area and the valleys around them. In dividing the
wilderness land, they set the characteristic pattern for
Dorchester's future. The area grew as a collection of
small "villages" each with characteristics of its own,
acting as a unit in matters of common social and eco-
nomic interests.
The first section of Dorchester to be cultivated by
the colonists lay along the path between the palisaded
fort at Rock (or Savin) Hill and the first church, not
far from its present site on Meeting House Hill. The
English cut logs from nearby woods and gathered
thatch from local salt marshes for their farmhouses. Be-
cause the settlers were afraid of harassment by Indians,
they made a rule that all homes were to be built within
a half-mile of the meetinghouse. They built their
homes along a road which followed the line of today's
Pleasant Street and Savin Hill Avenue on a piece of
level land known as Allen's Plain. The peninsula on
the south side of the bay (now South Boston) was a
convenient place for keeping cows, and smaller ani-
mals grazed near the present site of Columbia Point
and the University of Massachusetts, on the "calf pas-
ture."
The late Mr. Richard Bonney, who knew probably
more about early Dorchester than anyone else, described the net-
work of seventeenth century roads that set the scene for later
settlement:
"One early road covered the route of Pond Street
and Crescent Avenue to the Cow Pasture. From the
"Five Corners" at the end of Pond Street, a land ran
towards the Neck (Boston Street). Jones' Hill was cir-
cled by a road running from the meetinghouse along
Cottage, Humphrey, and Dudley Streets to the center
of Old Roxbury at Eliot Square.
"When Israel Stoughton set up his grist mill at the
falls of the Neponset in 1633, necessary to build a
road across the Great Lots. This left Hancock Street at
the foot of Meeting House Hill, and followed Winter
and Adams Streets to the Lower Mills. It became an
important route from Boston to the Plymouth colony
and was known as the Lower Road. In 1654 the Colo-
ny ordered the construction of a better road, and a re-
markably straight highway, over a right of way four
rods wide, was laid out from Roxbury to Braintree,
crossing the Neponset on a new bridge at the Lower
Mills. This followed the present Warren and Washing-
ton Streets. In 1661 , River Street from the Lower Mills
along the Neponset to Dedham was constructed. But
the oldest road of all was an Indian trail, running from
the upper falls of the Neponset (Mattapan) to salt wa-
ter, partly perpetuated in Norfolk Street."
As the community set up this network of roads, new
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settlers came in droves to add to the population of the
successful new province. Three thousand people came
in 1636 alone. With more Englishmen arriving in the
Dorchester Bay area, the few remaining Indians
moved farther south, signing over almost all of their
native lands. The white settlers in 1656 set up the first
"reservation" in the colonies, at Ponkapoag, and the
Neponsets eked out an existence as their numbers
dwindled. The Indians continued to make seasonal vis-
its to the falls at Lower Mills until the mid-i8oos, when
the last of the tribe had died or been assimilated.
The nineteenth century orator Edward Everett re-
ported that in his boyhood the "last of the Ponka-
poags," a very old man, still appeared each summer at
Lower Mills, "to fish and wail upon the tribal burial
mound."
With Indian lands legally appropriated, Dorches-
ter grew into a prosperous provincial town during the
seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, but not without
a few crises to weather. In 1675, Wassasamon, one of
the few Dorchester Indians who had survived the colo-
nists' incursions, was killed as the result of a British le-
gal dispute. This was one of the events which directly
instigated "King Phillip's War," a last gasp of Indian
outrage against the colonial takeover of their lands.
The war seriously depleted the population of Dorches-
ter, causing some townspeople to become refugees in
nearby Boston, and producing famine. In a move curi-
ously prescient of things to come, friends in Dublin
sent the colonists shiploads of provisions — food, clothes,
and money. Dorchester would eventually repay their
kindness, during the horrors of the nineteenth century
Irish famine.
By the time of the American Revolution, Dorches-
ter had become an agglomeration of small rural com-
munities connected by a network of coach roads lead-
ing from one mill settlement to another. While multi-
plying in population, it shrank geographically. The
original Dorchester had stretched from the Boston bor-
der almost to the Rhode Island line. As more and more
Englishmen arrived in Massachusetts, daughter towns
formed themselves out of the "Southern Grants" of
Dorchester. Canton, Foxboro, Wrenthem, Milton,
Stoughton and Sharon all grew into independent com-
munities, as fertile lands and the industrial power of
the Neponset River waterfalls brought prosperity to
the entire area.
By the mid-eighteenth century, farmers and mill-
owners were enjoying the good life their ancestors had
set out to find. But colonial politics threatened their
hard-won prosperity. The burden of British taxes was
bringing colonists to the breaking point. In 1 765, the
members of the Dorchester town meeting instructed
their representative:
"to use the utmost of his endeavors, with the
Great and General Court, to obtain the repeal of
the late parliamentary act (always earnestly assert-
ing our rights as free-born Englishmen), and his
best skill in preventing the use of stamped paper in
this government."
As Revolution came closer, a number of Dorchester
men became involved with the Sons of Liberty, an un-
derground political organization active in next-door
Boston. The Sons often met in Dorchester to plan strat-
egy and to regroup forces after their Boston activities.
In one such gathering, after a 1 769 protest, over 300 of
the Sons dined at Robinson's Tavern in Dorchester.
They washed down their dinner of barbecued pig with
45 toasts, each one more colorful than the last, ending
with a call for "strong halters, firm blocks and sharp
axes to all such as deserve either." Despite such intense
toasting, John Adams reports in his diary that, amaz-
ingly, "not one person was intoxicated or near it."
Dorchester's hills were vital to the colonial defense
of Boston, as they protected the harbor and provided a
look-out. In 1 776, General George Washington devised
a plan to move cannons from Fort Ticonderoga in New
York to the highest of these hills, Dorchester Heights,
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Rural Dorchester from Mount Bowdoin, c. i8§o
in a part of Dorchester now South Boston. The fortifi-
cation caught the British ships in the harbor by sur-
prise, so much so that they left Boston. The event was
a crucial turning point in the Revolution, and an occa-
sion for the yearly March 1 7 th Evacuation Day cele-
brations.
Although Dorchester was home to a few Loyalists,
the majority of town meeting members seem to have
been Patriots. Dorchester, in some ways, set a model
for the new American government. The community
experimented with democracy by establishing a town
meeting system, with votes for all free church mem-
bers, and set up America's first tax-supported "public"
school, open to all boys in the district. The Revolution
did not really change the lifestyle of Dorchester. After
the war, farmers continued their planting, and mill
owners expanded their industries.
Dorchester's industrial life began early, as her en-
terprising citizens took a look at their new environ-
ment, and decided to use the power of the Neponset
River's waterfalls for a profit. By the beginning of the
"Industrial Revolution," Dorchester was a milltown
and an important manufacturing center. At one time,
Dorchester contained the country's only powder mill,
chocolate mill, cracker-maker, pottery works, and
playing card factory. It was also home to cotton, wool-
en, and paper mills, as well as the first copper works in
America (established by Paul Revere), and several
stone quarries.
By the 1830s Dorchester had put itself firmly on the
industrial map. Mill wheels turned, trading ships and
whalers plied the harbor and fishermen brought in her-
ring and cod. One wealthy citizen even tried to culti-
vate oyster beds with imported Maryland oysters. Al-
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Swan House designed by
though that business failed, neighborhood youngsters
managed to pick up a few oysters every summer until
the end of the nineteenth century. Heyward's Gazet-
teer described Dorchester in the 1830s as
"An agricultural and manufactory town of over
3500 inhabitants, large farms covering broad acres,
and factories (Thomas Crohane's being the first in
that part of the country to manufacture playing
cards) cotton, chocolate and starch mills."
Until the mid-nineteenth century, Dorchester was
a self-sufficient Yankee community, commercing with
Boston, yet not dependent on the larger town. It had
relinquished its former pasture-land (now South Bos-
ton) after a fervent fight, but it still included Hyde
Park.
The coming of the railroad marked the beginning
of the end of Dorchester's independence. In 1856, the
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Bulfinch {painting on brick)
Old Colony railroad established its first line from Bos-
ton and Dorchester was on its way to becoming a met-
ropolitan suburb. Railroad tracks were rapidly built
over Dorchester marsh-land and the area became eas-
ily accessible to Bostonians.
By this time, thousands of immigrants, a large por-
tion of them Irish, were filling up Boston and citizens
of older families began to look farther from the city for
relief from overcrowding. They were people who had
bought South End townhouses or Yankee families who
had made their money on immigrant labor. They felt
displaced and sought escape.
The emerging middle class who were building
homes in Dorchester wanted, not a suburb as we know
it, but a re-creation of their city home, with a little
more green, more space and opportunity for elegance,
to share with people "of their own kind". There was an
economic discrimination to nineteenth century Dor-
chester. Unless someone was already living there be-
fore the development of the "garden suburbs" he had
to be a "man of means" in order to buy there. This
economic segregation guaranteed virtual isolation
from immigrant society, at least until the end of the
century.
But Dorchester was not to remain a haven from ur-
ban problems for long. A few immigrants and sons of
immigrants amassed enough money to move out of the
central city. They saw the living space and con-
venient transportation of Dorchester and began to buy
homes in the new suburb. The newer ethnic groups
felt their prospects for power lay with Boston, where
their cousins were beginning to take over politically
from the old Yankee establishment. Real estate entre-
preneurs also thought that union with Boston would
raise the value of their investments. Although old Dor-
chester families shouted loudly against the move, the
town of Dorchester voted to annex itself to the City of
Boston in i86g. Father Daniel Dunn, pastor of
St. Margaret's Parish, wrote about Annexation Day:
"Springlike weather, with green lawns and
emerging buds, was the atmosphere at that mid-
night hour when the first Sunday of 1870 met the
first Monday. At that stroke of midnight, the 239-
year-old Town of Dorchester became the new
Ward Sixteen of the City of Boston.
"A majority of the voters of both the City of Bos-
ton and the Town of Dorchester who had gone to
the polls on the previous June 22nd were in favor of
the annexation. The vote tally in Dorchester was
928 in favor, with 726 opposed.
"This annexation terminated most of the duties of
Selectmen James H. Upham, William Pope, and
William Henry Swan. But they had a week of
grace. Nathaniel B. Shurtleff, mayor of Boston, in
his address to the City Council, spoke of the union.
"He charged the council, Tn welcoming this new
addition to our city, we must endeavor to see that
all the rights, reasonable demands, and just privi-
leges of the inhabitants of the Sixteenth Ward are
fairly considered and attended to.'
"The mayor remarked that Dorchester was 'dis-
tinguished for the delightfulness of its views.'
"Bringing particular joy to the approximately
1 1 ,000 new citizens of Boston, were the words of his
forceful wish, 'let the Cochituate water flow to such
places where it is required and absolutely needed.'
The pure water of Lake Cochituate had been piped
to the homes of Boston residents since 1848. Now
the homes of Dorchester would be tied in with the
city water supply.
"Pleasure in being a Ward Sixteen citizen was
shown by the owner of the J. H. Upham Company,
who had the new title painted on his grocery de-
livery wagons. They had come up in the world!"
After annexation, Dorchester multiplied in popu-
lation as new trolley and subway lines made even the
more distant sections an easy commute from the city.
Pastures, farms and open lands filled with elegant
mansions, two-family homes, and beginning in the
1 880s, "triple-deckers," Dorchester's particular con-
tribution to American architecture. The latter, with
its comfortable living space and economical upkeep,
suited itself to the new lifestyle of Dorchester.
The second generation Americans, who were mov-
ing into Dorchester's two-family and three-family
homes at the beginning of the century, were mostly
Irish. They would almost entirely displace the older
Yankee families, and would themselves be followed by
a succession of ethnic groups — Polish, Jewish, Lithua-
nians, Italians, French-Canadians, and after World
War II, Afro- Americans, Cubans, Puerto Ricans,
Haitians and Cape Verdeans. Many things have hap-
pened in all of the many communities that are Dor-
chester, in the last 80 years, but the pattern of small,
closely-knit neighborhoods established 300 years ago
continues to characterize the district.
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View of Dorchester with Washington Street in foreground, c. igoo
Long-time residents of a few of Dorchester's "vil-
lages" talk about their lives and their environment,
how the stage was set for community life in Dorchester
from the 1890s to mid twentieth century.
Edward Everett Square, Jones Hill
& Uphams Corner
Some of the earliest homes in Dorchester were
built in the district around Edward Everett Square,
originally known as "Five Corners." This same area
was later the first home of the "three-decker," and is
now a dividing line between the meat-packing/indus-
trial area of Dorchester and two- and three-family res-
idences.
A hundred years ago, Jones Hill was home to some
of the most elegant of Boston's upper class. Today it is
an ethnically-mixed area where Spanish is often heard
in the local groceries and young professionals are mov-
ing into the lovely old homes. Uphams Corner's loca-
tion at the junction of five streetcar lines made it Dor-
chester's marketplace. The world's first supermarket,
known simply as "The Store," was founded here.
DouglasShandTuccizj- a young professional historian
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whose specialty is Victorian Dorchester. His most recent book.
The Second Settlement, 1 875-1 925, is a history of Jones
Hill. A member of one of the few Yankee families remaining on
the hill, he was educated in private schools and graduated from
Harvard University. With an air of "'noblesse oblige," he re-
grets the exodus of the "professional class" he feels Dorchester
needs for leadership, and with an arch glance tells of his part in
the Dorchester secessionist movement of the early yos. He gives
us the perspective of a Yankee historian in the carefully-modu-
lated resonance of an elite Victorian gentleman:
"The Hill was named after Thomas Jones, who, by
way of letters patented in 1635, was given most of the
land where the garden and the Stoughton estates used
to be. The foundations of his house are still standing.
The hill sort of slumbered along for 200 years just as a
pleasant large farming community, with olive groves
and cherry orchards, until the 1870s. When Dorchester
was annexed to the city, owners of large estates saw a
magnificient opportunity to make a vast amount of
money in a real estate speculation.
"What the estate owners usually did was to enclose
their own houses in very small lots and build similar
houses along the streets which they laid out in their es-
tates. They tried to control the income level and social
class of people that came in. The result is that the
townhouses on the hill today are very close together
and lined up right on the street.
"There were enormous class differences during the
building fever. Most of the people coming to Dorches-
ter after annexation were newly rich. And they were
very anxious, if they were to build a fine big house for
themselves with an elegant front porch and beautiful
drawing rooms and all the rest, that they should not
have next door to them some sort of worker's cottage.
It was not a racial question, but one of income and
socio-economic class.
"I see enormous evidence of profound Irish-Cath-
olic, Protestant-Anglo-Saxon cooperation, with very
little racial animosity in the whole period. What con-
ditioned their attitudes toward each other was the kind
of neighbor you were. For instance, the most flamboy-
ant Irish Catholic in Honey Fitz's entourage located
on Cushing Avenue in the late '80s and a whole flock
of Yankees of great wealth and importance built on
either side of him. In 1914, a man named O'Neill
bought the largest and most famous house on Cushing
Avenue. No e.xodus of Yankees for ten or fifteen years
thereafter. But O'Neill had a big shiny motorcar; he
had a chauffeur; he had servants; he was a very proper
kind of Victorian. And it was those things that seemed
to matter to people in those days. They were insecure
about their economic class. And they wanted to be re-
inforced by everyone around them.
"The only major change which occurred with any
trauma was the introduction of three-deckers. There
was much prejudice against them because they were
considered tenements. After World War I, in the ser-
vant-less age, prosperous Yankees and Irish started
moving towards West Roxbury and Jamaica Plain be-
cause Jones Hill was getting congested with three-
deckers. The people who moved in were mostly middle
class, and although they made even single houses into
three and four family houses, they still looked nice.
They were still painted and the lawns still done. The
result is that the neighborhood survived, down to
World War II with some degree of prosperity.
"But on Jones Hill, there was a significant migra-
tion after World War II. Jamaica Plain and West Rox-
bury seemed to exert great pull on professional people.
What little remnant there was of the professional class
after World War II saw the enormous push of blacks
from Roxbury, and without telling anybody about it,
the professionals decided to move someplace in the
suburbs. They fled away surreptitiously in the night,
and thus placed the community in the position it's in
today, where you don't have the kind of leadership
class to work toward an integrated neighborhood. It
was because of the racial change my uncle moved after
World War II. I remember him saying to my grand-
mother that the blacks are headed this way and some-
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day the property is going to be worth nothing. And
that kind of terrible economic logic drove many people
out of the area.
"Dorchester's biggest problem today is the general
opinion that nobody lives here unless they have to.
Hope lies in concerning the city again with its neigh-
borhoods, with home ownership."
Along with Yankee and Irish families moving into the mansions
on Gushing Avenue, the growing Dorchester suburb of the
i8gos attracted families of more moderate meatu. John
Gadigan was five years old when his family moved from the
South End to St. Margaret's parish. He has lived in the same
neighborhood for 82 years. Cadigan started work with the Bos-
ton Herald as a teenager, and retired in igys as the oldest em-
ployee at the Herald- Traveler. He is a strong, muscular man
whose face reddens with indignation as he describes the igig
Boston Police Strike, whose chin lifts with pride as he talks of
the accomplishments of his sons, and whose eyes dance roguishly
as he relates boyhood pranks.
"Both my parents were born in this country. They
were of Irish descent and grew up in the South End
section of Boston. My grandmother and grandfather on
on my mother's side lived on Genessee Street, present-
ly the site of the Herald American. My grandmother
ran a boarding house there. When the 'greenhorns'
would come from Ireland, somebody over there would
say, 'Go and see Meg Whooley.' So they'd go to her.
The area was pretty much Irish. But in the i8gos the
character of the place was changing. The Irish were
moving out and the Jews were moving in. Dorchester
was a growing suburb then, and this was largely an
Irish neighborhood. There was no reason for our com-
ing here other than this general movement.
"We first lived on Bellflower Street. In fact, I lived
where the 1966 fire started. Whether that's considered
Dorchester or South Boston has always been a moot
point to me. According to Dorchesterites, Mt. Vernon
Street was generally accepted as the boundary line be-
tween Dorchester and South Boston. But Washburn
Street was the end of our parish line. * It was the
boundary line and to me was a legitimate reason for
being included in Dorchester. Unhappily for us kids
who went to school here, it was never considered South
Boston by the South Boston people. Unhappily I say,
because the Seventeenth of March has been a big day
for South Boston always. For years it was never hon-
ored by the school department, but after considerable
digging, they decided to give us half a holiday. In the
old days the holiday was complete in South Boston,
but only in the Roger Clap School. In the Russell
School we only got half a holiday.
"I went to the Roger Clap School. I was in the
kindergarten there with the most wonderful teacher.
Well, they kicked us out of there. They made an ele-
mentary school out of it and built the Russell School
for what they term junior high now. I wasn't too keen
about going to school. I got promoted but I was never
at the top of the class, I'll tell you that. I really didn't
appreciate the value of an education until I graduated
from grammar school.
"I had an uncle who was working at the Herald
and on a summer vacation he'd get a job riding on the
wagons, distributing advertising. I started there to
work for the Herald. Once I got out of school, about
1904, 1905, that was my first job. I was 16 years old,
and had completed grammar school. My extent of high
school was night school, two years at South Boston
High. But there were other kids in the neighborhood
and one of these, Henry Donovan, is still a friend to-
day. Donovan stayed in school and graduated from
English High in 1906. I'm an ex officio member of the
Glass of 1906. I was with Donovan all the time and he
brought me to the meetings. Then the guys decided
that if I'd come to all those meetings over twenty- five
years, well, what the hell — we'll make him a member.
So I'm a member of the Glass of 1906.
"The Clap School, once the Clap estate, is located
on Harvest Street. That was all their estate from Bos-
ton Street down to where Howell Street is now. You
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*The boundary between St. Margaret's parish, Dor-
chester, and St. Augustine's, South Boston.
Uphani's Grocery Store, c. iSj^
talk about enjoyment! Well, as a kid down there, there
was Daddy Clap's orchard. Everybody knew Daddy
Clap's orchard. Pears were their specialties — the Clap
pears are nationally famous. They used to have a night
watchman there, and he had a vicious dog. And as a
kid, of course, you didn't like him because he used to
interfere with us once in a while, and the boys got hun-
gry at nighttime. They had a cat wire over the fence at
Boston Street. Three strands of cat wire. It was pretty
tough to get over that. But there was a fellow who was
in the furniture moving business on Dorset Street,
which is right in the same neighborhood. It was rather
an easy matter to borrow one of those thick old quilts
they used wrapping up furniture. We'd go and snitch a
quilt, and get over the barbed wire and into the or-
chard for the apples and the pears.
"The pears were delicious. One guy went up the
tree to shake it and drop them down. Shake the
branches or force it down so the other guys could grab
them. It was a three or four man job and then you had
to have a lookout to watch out for this guy, the watch-
man, because he had a wild dog. And he'd just loose
that dog — and, boy, that dog — if you didn't make that
fence, and get up over there, you were a gone goose.
But anyway, those were delicious pears. Delicious
things.
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"I can well remember the land behind Daddy
Clap's was all salt water. There was a Russell Boiler
Works there, and a brass foundry and a place where
they made dummies for the stores. In the rear of these
buildings was part of the South Bay, where we used to
go swimming in a pool about 25 feet deep. We used to
go swimming in our birthday clothes. We would go
there when the tide was out.
"As kids for amusement we used to walk — only my
boys don't believe it. We'd start to walk, generally on a
Saturday or Sunday, preferably on a Sunday, most
every Sunday. We'd walk out Dorchester Avenue from
Mt. Vernon right to the Milton line, out to Pierce
Square, the Walter Baker Company; then we'd walk
River Street. River Street brings you into Mattapan
Square and then we'd walk down Blue Hill Avenue to
Columbia Road. We used to do it almost every week, a
ritual. Particularly in the fall, it was wonderful. You
walk through, kicking the leaves; that's savage amuse-
ment.
"Then we had in the wintertime, a nice toboggan
slide out there in Franklin Field. I had a toboggan out
there for four or five years.
"These other two guys, Donovan and Joe Cum-
mings, we always went places together. The girls didn't
interest us. We were three guys and we went wherever
we wanted. Donovan — he was the first to stray away.
He met some girl and he fell for her. She lived in Rox-
bury. I'd sometimes meet him after, or I'd walk with
them. So he married this girl. He went to Washington
as a stenographer and I'll never forget it. It was like
taking my right arm. I used to eat in the guy's house
more than in my house. The first year he was there I
went down to see him. He was in a rooming house
there, and that's where I met my wife. I fell hook, line
and sinker. Then I realized — I married an angel. Fin-
est woman there ever was.
"When I first started with the Herald, I worked in
an apprenticeship with the union. I'm a union man.
Early in his career, the vaudeville star Fred Allen
often appeared at the Strand Theatre in Uphams Corner
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one hundred percent. We had one of the best — the In-
ternational Typographical Union.
"I was a policeman at the time of the Boston Police
Strike. I was working at the Herald and I just got the
notion to take the examination. My father worked in
the courthouse and it more or less inclined me that
way. I was a cop. It was a job and it was a pretty good
job. I am very proud of the fact that I was a policeman.
I was a union man and I had to go out. I had only been
a cop for about six months, in station i6. I was perfect-
ly satisfied. The union gave full power to an executive
committee to negotiate. So the executive committee
really called the strike, and the strike was on.
"It happened September 9, 191 9. It had been
building up and the police were making certain de-
mands that they get free uniforms and get paid extra
for detail work. Coolidge was governor at the time.
The National Guard was called out. There are people
who thought Coolidge was a hero up on Beacon Hill.
You know, waving the flag, 'Down with the unions,'
down with the dictators, Coolidge forever, and all of
this but Mayor Peters was right in wanting the state
militia to be put in there and there were other police-
men available. They had 400 men who didn't belong
to the union, plus a couple of hundred superior officers
in uniform plus 1 500 men recruited by Deputy Super-
intendent Pierce who had been recruiting men for six
months before the strike date. But no — they said, keep
them off, now let the goons do a little job, and this is
what makes a hell of a hero out of Coolidge. Peters
pleaded with Coolidge on that very day to put militia
on the street that night but Coolidge said no and the
result was chaos.
"We were requested to turn in our badges, so that's
what we had to do; they were the property of the city.
Seven, eight hundred men were out of a job — not only
that, but they were blackballed. This Chamber of
Commerce clique put on the pressure and got the law
passed that we couldn't be allowed civil service, or to
serve on any jury. No striking cops — myself included —
were called for jury after that, even to this day.
"I went back to the Herald and they put me on as a
sub and I continued to work, and eventually got me a
regular job, so I ended up the oldest man in the
Herald.
"We were going to talk about the church. I remem-
ber all the pastors of St. Margaret's. The first one was
Msgr. William A. Ryan. Frank Clap who was a Protes-
tant gentleman, a member of the Odd Fellows, met
Father Ryan, and rented him a house to live in. I lived
in the house where the first Mass was said, 27 Clap
Place. It's now Mayhew Street. I came into the parish
a year or so later. In those days, Catholics and Protes-
tants didn't always get along together very smoothly,
but Mr. Clap was a nice gentleman and Father Ryan
was a fine man. Mr. Clap was good to him; he didn't
charge him anything for the use of the Atheneum
Building (an Odd Fellows Hall) for Sunday Mass, un-
til he got the wooden building built at Harvest and
Boston Street. In '99 they laid the cornerstone at Dor-
chester Avenue and Columbia Road and built the
present brick church.
"In the time of Edward Murphy, the church was
all done over and rebuilt. We needed a lot of money to
rebuild it. Msgr. Christopher O'Neill took charge of
renovations and we had raffles that became known as
'St. Margaret's Motor Mart.'
"We became famous for peddling automobiles. We
had a little coupe and at Columbia Road and Dorches-
ter Avenue we did a whale of a business selling chances
to passersby. We had only one automobile then, and
gradually increased it to seven. When we came to get
the seven, it was a tough time because of the shortages.
But the Reverend had an ace in the hole. He used to
play golf with Alvin T. Fuller, Mr. Cadillac himself
Fuller said. When do you want the cars, Father? And
he said such a date in July. You'll get them. Fuller
promised. We rented Braves field one night in July.
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Uphams
The cars were delivered to the field that day and we
held the show that night. I can remember that night
we put in the bank $48,000 out in Brighton.
"I've always lived in St. Margaret's parish. We
lived on Edison Green, and then moved and my father
bought a house on top of the hill on Buttonwood
Street. When I got married, I lived down on Morely
Street, for a number of years, then moved to a house on
Rosecliff Street and that's about thirty-five years ago.
After that I moved to my present abode, down on St.
Margaret's Road. I guess the only reason is — what's
the use of moving if you like what you have and you're
here?"
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Meeting House Hill, Field's Corner
& Savin Hill
"This is the heart of Dorchester,'' attests a young resident of
Field's Corner — and with good reason. The valley that includes
Field's Corner and the hills rising from it formed the site of the
early Puritan church, fort and school. Today the area is home
to members of all the city's major ethnic groups and to a variety
of industries and businesses. In the face of urban change, the
strong churches of the area have helped maintain stability.
The Rev. James K. Allen, the wiry young pastor of
the First Parish Church, is like all clergy, a familiar figure in
his community. He is involved in many activities concerning the
people of his neighborhood. Here he tells the history of his
Church, for which "Meeting House Hill" is named:
"Dorchester begins with the First Parish Church.
It was organized by a group of dissenters in a hospital
in Plymouth, England. Our country started with peo-
ple like them. It was the time of the Cavalier move-
ment in England when the young men let their hair
grow long and started to use profane language on the
streets, and when public morality dropped to a very
low level. A new group arose against this, called Puri-
tans, giving rise to a new ethic and a new way of look-
ing at life. These people met with ministerial leaders
and started meetings. It was the preaching of the Rev.
John White that gave rise to what we call the Massa-
chusetts Bay Colony. The first of his followers in Eng-
land to reach these shores was the Salem group. Sec-
ond was the Dorchester group. Since Dorchester is now
part of Boston, this is the oldest parish in Boston, .1630.
"In 163 1, they built their first Meeting House,
which was also used for storage of valuables and pow-
der. That served them for six years. It was a beginning
form of protest coupled with vision; they came here to
found what they called 'God's Plantation in the Wil-
derness.' Out of a hostile wilderness, they built what
we have today, with their determination.
"In 1639 a school was opened — the first 'free' tax-
supported school in America. It was for boys only.
They built the school to give boys the ability to read
the scriptures, because the scriptures held the key to
eternal life. Now you can't read the scriptures in the
school because it is against the Constitution, which is
plainly ridiculous from the standpoint of our begin-
ning-
"This is the sixth building of the First Parish
Church. There was one destroyed by fire in i8g6,
which had replaced others. One of these stood on the
James K. Allen Park across the street from the present
structure; that one was destroyed by a hurricane they
called 'The Great Wind.' The present church is the
most ornate colonial church in America. It's a Colonial
style called Christopher Wren. It was built in 1896 of
Georgia Pine so hard you can hardly drive a nail into
it. The pipe organ was built by men who called them-
selves 'organ scientists.' They came to work riding bi-
cycles, wearing spats and high silk hats, and carrying
cases. It's one of the finest organs in America. The pul-
pit came from the Old West Church. It's high because
in the idea of the Puritans the minister spoke for God,
and they lifted him up. Eight feet up.
"I moved to Dorchester in 1954 and found it very
different from the Sage Brush Ranch in Idaho where I
was born. My first recollection was of the homes of blue
collar workers. The people of this area cared about
their homes. It still is the thing that makes a good com-
munity— people caring for their homes and their chil-
dren. The church life of the community is vital and
vigorous with St. Peter's and First Parish. We would
have diflSculty if anything happened to either church.
Our congregation was moving to the suburbs but par-
ishioners decided to strengthen one another by buying
homes in Dorchester or moving nearer the church. The
inspiration for the life of the people in this community
is carried on by the church."
Many families have lived for generations in the Meeting House
Hill area. John Ward moved here as a young boy almost
seventy years ago. When he joined the police force in igig, he
was assigned to Station 11 in Fields Corner and bought one of
the new homes being built on his beat. Now a handsome 86,
Ward still works full time and keeps himself in good shape. He
enjoys long walks, chats with friends and singing old songs:
"I moved to Dorchester in 1907 from Quincy and
went to the Mary Hemenway School in the sixth
grade. I graduated in 1910. I lived down on Freeport
Street which is down opposite the Gas House. It was
then known as Commercial Point. They used to make
gas down there. There's a big barn, and they used to
have about 40 mules carting all the coal. They would
make gas out of coal. After getting the gas out of the
coal, they would dump the residue for fill next to the
Gas House.
"The house I lived in was torn down and they ran a
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Meeting House Hill
showing First Parish Church
and Lyceum Hall
Dorchester^ Mass. (Meet.n
road through it — Morrissey Boulevard. In those days
there were very few automobiles; all the business was
done in horse-drawn vehicles. I remember the farmers
driving herds of cattle up from Quincy and the farms
south of Boston to the Abattoir in Brighton where they
used to slaughter the steers for meat. I moved from
Freeport Street down to Glover's Corner. Between
Freeport Street and Glover's Corner were such busi-
nesses as O'Connell's Lumber Yard; then there was
Doherty's Coal Yard. It was run by Dan Doherty, and
he used to go over to East Boston and hire the green-
horns off the boat for very little pay. He had a tene-
ment house next to his coal yard and they used to call it
'Doherty's Hotel.' The Irish men that lived there made
up this parody to the tune of 'The Wearing of the
Green':
Oh, I always did live happy,
And I always did live well
In a boarding house on Freeport Street
Named Doherty's Hotel
With a wash tub on the table
And a crowbar on the wall
And a windy brogue to let out smoke
In Doherty's Hotel.
"Then there was the McGovern Coal Company
down on Geneva Avenue. It's interesting to know how
the McGoverns got their money to go in the coal busi-
ness. Well, when old Mr. McGovern and his brother
came over from the old country, they went out west to
get their fortune. They were panning gold and when
they had enough, they started home on horseback. On
i6
John Ward as a rookie policeman, January igso
the way home they got chased by Indians and they had
sacks of gold across their saddles. Mr. McGovern's
brother got shot by an arrow, an Indian arrow. Well,
he couldn't do anything to save him crossing the river,
so he reached over and he got his brother's gold, and
put it on his saddle, and he came home here and
started in the coal business.
"I remember other businesses in the area. The
quarry up at the corner of Geneva Avenue and Olney
Street was owned by a contractor who used to quarry
stone to make foundations for new houses. It was pud-
ding-stone he quarried.
"Then there was a man who lived on Linden
Street. He used to peddle vegetables and he had cows.
I remember him driving cows up on Mount Ida. That
was before it was known as Ronan Park. He and I used
to drive the cows up to Mount Ida to graze. They
would be up there grazing all day. I remember looking
down the West Side of Mount Ida and there were no
three deckers down there. It was all farms.
"Former Mayor Hibbard lived up on top of Mount
Ida in a very beautiful residence. Many Yankee people
lived here. They had Irish immigrants as maids. There
was a little room in the top of each house for the maid.
They used to put the maid in the attic to sleep. These
Irish living-in girls and the Irish working men helped
build St. Peter's Church with their nickels, dimes, half
dollars and dollars. Father Ronan used to go round to
the back door of all the houses and talk to the living-in
girls and they're the ones that really started St. Peter's
Church.
"When I was a young man after I went to work, we
used to go to all the Saturday night dances down
Bloomfield Hall, on Geneva Avenue. They used to
have sunlight dances on holiday afternoons like
Thanksgiving afternoon and Christmas and New
Year's and Washington's birthday.
"When I was on the police force I used to patrol
this road (Puritan Avenue), and I always liked this
house because it had a lot of fruit trees. And it had an
extra house lot and there was a lot of room for my
children to play. I bought this house in 1924. I had
fifteen fruit trees here, but they're all gone now.
"As a patrolman, I was down at Station 1 1 for 25
years. Every Christmas we used to run parties for the
poor children and get them down to the station and
Street near Field's Corner, c. i8go
fill up their bellies with goodies and give them warm
clothes. That was during the Depression."
The children w/io ^'filled their bellies'" at Station ii's Christ-
mas parties were victims of hard times, economic depression.
But the biggest ejfect felt by the policemen themselves was a
fifteen percent cut in wages. Civil service provided protection
from financial disaster. The patrolman's daughter, Ruth
Ward Brown, begins her reminiscences where her father
leaves off:
"I was not touched by the Depression at all, be-
cause my father was in the Police Department. I never
even heard the word mentioned until I got married.
My mother was a thrifty, frugal woman who knew how
i8
to make ends meet. She gave us hand-me-downs and
could make over our clothes.
"I had a very happy childhood. When I was grow-
ing up on Puritan Avenue, it was a country setting to
me. We had paved streets, but cobblestone gutters. Up
at the end of the street there was a farm with a green-
house. Everybody used to go there to get geraniums
and flowers for Mother's Day. In the house next door
to me there was another greenhouse. People were more
interested in horticulture. There was a fish pond across
the street. That's filled in with land now, where two
newer houses have been built. We had about the same
number of houses on the street. Mostly single houses
and two two-family houses. At the foot of the street,
there's one three-decker.
"There were several big old trees on the street. Our
whole property was lined with various kinds of trees. In
fact, I think we were the only family in the neighbor-
hood that had a tulip tree. It blew on top of the
house during the hurricane of 1938. That was the first
hurricane I ever heard of, except I heard my grand-
mother speak of 'The Big Wind' back at the turn of
the century. I remember that my mother and father
were in California at the time, on a convention with
the American Legion and my grandmother was mind-
ing us. The little house on our extra lot blew down; our
fences blew down; that huge tulip tree, higher than the
house, blew on top of the house. All the sidewalks were
uprooted and turned over by these huge trees lying
criss-cross across the street, or falling on houses.
"Cats were flying through the air; shingles were
blowing off houses; bricks were flying off chimneys; my
cousin was up to visit us that day, and on the way
home, trees were falling in front of her and behind her.
When she went by St. Peter's Church, the huge cross
on top of the Church blew off and splintered on the
sidewalk. People were going up trying to get little
pieces of the cross for souvenirs.
"Over in the extra lot, my sister and brother, who
were older than me, used to build miniature golf
courses. They got old tomato soup cans and sunk them
into the ground, and made little traps and a whole lit-
tle landscape.
"In those days, they didn't have Little League or
organized groups. The boys would go up into Olney
Woods, where they'd have their own baseball and foot-
ball teams. In the era of the big bands, the boys in this
neighborhood, instead of going in too much for sports,
went in for music. My brother can play every instru-
ment and specializes in clarinet and saxaphone. When
he was going up to the Christopher Gibson and Pat-
rick T. Campbell schools, he used to sign his papers as
'Benny Goodman' because that was his idol. His
friend, who was a drummer, used to sign 'Gene
Krupa.' Of course that would get the teachers crazy!
But he won several scholarships through the public
school system. He's an orchestra leader now.
"When I got married in 1948, I just moved across
the street."
Mrs. Brown's husband, Don Brown, joins the conversa-
tion. Mr. Brown is a tall, professional photographer with
sharply-defined features and a resonant voice — he laughs as he
tells of his Mayflower ancestry and describes the neighborhood
as it was when he first came to it:
"How we got this house is an interesting story. We
had invited the lady that owned the house to our wed-
ding. She died before the wedding, but before she died,
she spoke to her cousin, the lawyer, and asked that
Ruth get first chance at buying the house. So we
bought the house and most of the furnishings in a pack-
age deal.
"In 1948 this was a stable neighborhood, predom-
inantly Irish Catholic. Now a lot of people are moving
to the suburbs. I've seen these houses sold two, three,
and some four times in the number of years I've been
here. Some have been improved, others have gone
down. We've gone through block-busting. These have
been dramatic changes. I have the feeling it's leveling
off, though.
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NOTICE.
The Citizens of Dor-
chester are hereby respectfully informed
that hy calling at the
HARRISON SQUARB,
they can find a general assortment of
Crroceries, consisting in part of
BESTFllLY FlOE CIDIC£ TMS. mi, OH. &C.
DAIRY BUTTER AND FRUIT OF ALL KINDS,
and a complete assortment of FAJVCY GROCERI
Also, Crockery, Glass, Stone aod Earthen
all of which will be offered at low prices for cash
motto being large sates and small profit^. The Si
-^icri^r .tenders his acl^nowiedgments to his custom,
rorHrelT libjer^ patr^ne^ in times past, uulTFespectiu
splicits a continuance, of the same, assoring them that
pains shall be spared on his part to give them. the fre§h-
' fest goods the iliarket affords, as be, is daily replenfsh'inf
his^tocji* Ovods^eli^ered to any part of the towik, fk<ee
•f fixpeiise.
. ' N. B. Fishing and Pic-^ic Parties, suoplied aa ostud^
ISAAC FIELD. . .
flarr«w Square, Dorchester, April l,t, 1852. J
sh,^H|
t n¥j
"People who have moved in are of different ethnic
groups. We have a colored population and some Span-
ish-speaking, both Puerto Rican and Cuban. We have
an Indian family. This is probably one of the most
well-integrated neighborhoods one can find. There's
bound to be a few little problems, but I think this street
has done very well. If a real emergency arises, the new
people are the first to help. In fact, about a year ago we
had a fire in our house in the middle of the night, and
the first ones to help us were our new neighbors — a
black family and a white family who moved here re-
cently, whom I didn't even know. They couldn't help
us enough."
At the same time as the young officer Ward was entering the
police force and getting settled on Meeting House Hill, an-
other young family was moving into Savin Hill, with a ij-
year-old son. Savin Hill's harbor and waterfront made it a va-
cation area for city people in the nineteenth century. A famous
hotel. Cutler's, was built in the iSjos, and wealthy Bostonians
would come for the summer, often on the advice of their doctors.
As railroads arrived, some of these families built year-round
homes here, gradually transforming the old ^Fox Point' into an
elegant suburb. But a touch of the wilderness atmosphere lived
on into the twentieth century. John Madden, now an ac-
tive community leader, remembers the adventure of growing up
on the edge of Dorchester Bay:
"I was born in Roxbury in 1908. My parents lived
in Roxbury until 1925, when we moved to Dorchester.
My parents bought a house on Sidney Street. In 1930
they sold and moved out to the Neponset area. I got
married in 1933 and came back. I've lived here ever
since.
"The general characteristics of this neighborhood
have never changed. We did have a fellow that lived on
Crescent Avenue who had about twenty cows that he
used to range. He had a pasture down in back of his
home which would end up on the back of Sidney
Street. He used to bring the cows up through Sidney
Street to the park at Savin Hill, and any vacant lot
along the way that there was anything to feed on,
they'd have the cows feed. The atmosphere was subur-
ban to the degree that there were orchards. A lot of
people had various types of trees — pear, apple, cherry.
But the residential section was the way it is now with
few exceptions. The things that have changed dramat-
ically is that we didn't have rapid transit or the Ex-
pressway or Morrissey Boulevard. All that was a marsh
that ran from the railroad tracks way out to the gas
house.
"When I was a kid, most of my time was spent out
in that marsh. I guess every kid in the neighborhood
found the marsh a big attraction for various reasons.
But primarily because of a squatter. What his real
name was I don't know but we all called him Captain
Brown. He lived in an old houseboat put up on dry
land and he took care of boats for anybody.
"That was a fascinating place to visit, because he
had every type of boat. He had an airplane which at
the time was the most unusual thing you'd ever want
to see. It was a frame simply covered with canvas and
a motor. I don't think I've known of it ever to fly.
Whatever might be floating Captain Brown would
scrounge and bring back. So it was not only a place to
store boats and to have your boats fixed but to sit
around and talk with this old guy. It was an interesting
place to visit.
"I had a small rowboat; I was co-owner with a
couple of other neighborhood kids. We'd go out during
the day; we had this marsh with various tributaries to
explore.
"Every day you found something different that you
never realized was there before. Down in back of the
foundry at Mt. Vernon Street and Morrissey Boule-
vard, where the Boston Globe parking lot is now, we
had an area where we played baseball and football. It
was called the 'Rubber Ground.' Whatever the compo-
sition of the material that was in there, a lot of it was
the cinders from the railroad. The ground had a kmd
of resilience to it, so that nobody could ever get hurt
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Sailing in Dorchester Bay, igoy
Repairing boats at
Savin Hill Yacht Club
there. Whatever game you'd play, it would have a rub-
bery-like effect, so we used to call it the 'Rubber
Ground.'
"And, of course, like for most kids, the dump was a
fascinating place. As I recall, they would compress the
ground, and in the winter-time the snow would get on
it. We used to take barrel staves and make skis out of
them. I was skiing there one day and I fell. A sharp
piece of glass was underneath the snow and cut me
down the side of myself My mother called our family
doctor who lived on Hancock Street. He had been our
doctor in Roxbury and he too moved to Dorchester.
"This doctor's name was Doctor Mansfield. He was
the type of family doctor you never hear of today. He
knew every one of us — knew everything that was wrong
with anybody. And if you called him no matter what
time of the day or night and regardless of the fact that
he had no car or any type of transportation except
walking, he'd get to you. And I don't know, he re-
tained his health. He never put on an ounce. He was a
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From a Savin Hill family
tall guy, but he was very thin. A marvelous man, real-
ly. Wonderful disposition. Great guy.
"I went to work for Edison. In the beginning I had
a job that was known as a 'street lamp trimmer' which
was the same as being a lamplighter. I was working
and making $23 a week during the depression and all
around me I saw men with families who couldn't get a
job and were out on WPA work projects. Job security.
I think a lot of people in this community were looking
for job security. The depression was the catalyst that
forced them into that position. Very many of the peo-
ple in this community work for utilities, or on the po-
lice or fire or work for the city or state. They're all
looking for the same thing — stability. I think that most
of the reasons people like myself and other s went into
these kinds of jobs was because we were looking for sta-
bihty.
"As for civic organizations, many began to form
immediately after World War I. They ran until the de-
pression, and the depression kind of killed everyone's
incentive.
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<um, turn of the century
"There was an organization here back in 1908
called the Savin Hill Civic Improvement Association
that went along until about 1925 or then. It kind of
died. It came back in about 1928 — the depression
killed it. There was no more organization. The people
of Savin Hill came to me and said, You know, we've
got to have one. I said. Fine, let's get an organization
together. We put an organization together and it only
lasted a year. Most of the people were also in Columbia
Civic, which they felt had a better future. The Savin
Hill group got together and said. Let's combine with
Columbia Civic. That's how we became Columbia-
Savin Hill Civic Association.
"Around 1959 or i960, there was a man that
worked for Dorchester House. He was a minister; his
name was Brown. He was a marvelous individual as far
as getting people to work with various elements in the
community. We had a problem here with an old wood-
en schoolhouse that was torn down and made a vacant
lot. This fellow Brown came down and told us that we
ought to organize and encourage the city to get some-
thing done. As a result we got the Ryan playground.
He did the same in other communities. Then about
1 96 1 he suggested the idea that we should have not
only individual community organizations but an over-
all organization and thus DUNA (Dorchester United
Neighborhood Association) was formed.
"People can't expect to live in an urban society
with all the problems that you have with the various
bureaucracies — how are you going to face these as in-
dividuals? YouVe got to have some community group
together to speak for you and know the ways things get
done."
Lower Mills, Codman Hill, & Cedar Grove
"But as to the Irish Americans, they would sweep the
entire world."
A native of Kiltartan Parish,
Co. Galway, 1909
The perspective of Irishmen in County Galway,
across "the Big Pond," paralleled that of Yankees liv-
ing at the Southern tip of Dorchester at the turn of the
century, as Irish immigrants moved out from the cen-
ter city.
The Rev. Daniel Dunn, pastor of St. Margaret's Par-
ish, was a member of one of the first Irish families to arrive in
Lower Mills. He tells what life was like for a young boy in a
changing community §0 years ago:
"My father's family — my father, my mother, two
small children — myself and my sister at the time — and
another couple, an Irish American couple who bought
the house two doors away at the same time when they
were both sold at auction, were the first Irish-Ameri-
cans and Catholics on the street. There was actually a
protest meeting held at the time which was reported by
a younger member of one of the families in whose home
the protest meeting was held. She said to my mother,
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'Mrs. Dunn, when you were going to move here, all the
neighbors came to my house and they had a meeting.
And, they said it was bad enough that you were Irish
and you were Catholic, but your husband is a police-
man and Mr. Moore is a mailman. So we're not only
going to have Irish and Catholic here, but it's going to
be Uniform Alley.' This was the thinking. It did not
take long, evidently, before they lost their fears be-
cause we found that they were friendly. The stereo-
typed, stage-character 'Irishman' was all that some of
them had known about Irish people. They found, very
shortly, that having a police officer living in the dis-
trict, before the days of police radio, before the days of
a regular patrol in that end of that town meant addi-
tional security.
"I lived in a neighborhood that was not very popu-
lated with children. Most of the people seemed to have
been of retirement age. We rode a bicycle to go down
to Tenean Beach to go swimming. We would have to
go up as far as what we called 'Pat's Hill' to find
enough boys for a football game between two teams.
"Pat's Hill was the name of a great hill, which is
now Standard Street and Freeland Street. It was called
Pat's Hill because that was where Pat Fallon's cows
used to graze. It was a very high hill, and it was un-
paved perhaps until 1920 or so, as many of the other
streets in Dorchester were unpaved. And very few side-
walks were paved until perhaps about 19 14, just before
the first World War. In the spring, these unpaved side-
walks were very muddy. And if you lived on a paved
street with an unpaved sidewalk, you walked on the
street, or else you could lose your rubbers in the mud.
Many a child going to school in the springtime wearing
rubbers would lose one, or perhaps two, on the way
home.
"We sometimes would go hiking. A group of high
school boys would take a walk from the Lower Mills
over to Central Avenue, Milton, all the way to Milton
High School, then back Brook Road and come down
over Milton hill. Just to socialize and talk, as they
walked along, minding their business as they went
their way.
"One of the ambitions, publicly expressed in the
schoolyard, but perhaps kept secret from their folks,
was the ambition of many eighth grade boys, to get out
of school and go to work on the furniture wagon driv-
ing Telless' mules. Telless had one team of mules and
several of horses. The newest driver was always started
on the mules and often was sitting in a couple of weeks
on crutches. But everybody hoped they could conquer
the mules, and perhaps get out of school, by going to
work for Telless.
"During the First World War, at the end of the car-
line at the car barn in Lower Mills Village we would
see sailors in their uniforms getting off the cars. The
children would frequently ask questions and perhaps
most often ask if he had a harmonica and if he would
play a tune. At that time, harmonicas became quite
popular — the mouth organ — the sailors were aboard
ship and they had time, and they would learn from
some of their buddies.
"One source of interest of the boys and the girls
would be to go down to Vose's Grove on the days when
we heard there was a coal barge coming in. One could
hear the great whistles of the tugboats coming up the
Neponset River, bringing the coal barges to Godfrey's
Wharf on the Milton side of the Neponset River. Hav-
ing heard the whistle of the tugs, we knew that a barge
was coming in, or, if there had been one unloading,
that it was going out. So, by going down Medway
Street and crossing the bridge over what is now the
M BTA tracks, we could stand and watch the maneu-
vering of the tugs.
"Nearly every year, in my recollections from the
time that I was in elementary school, up into high
school, it seemed that there was an annual drowning —
a fatality, somewhere in the Neponset River, between
Neponset and Mattapan. And despite all the warnings,
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Walter Baker's Mill, Miiton, Dorchester, Mass.
Baker'' s chocolate mill, c. igio
it was not until the fatality would happen each year
that some of the warning against going out on the ice in
the river would be taken seriously.
"In the winter on a no school day, the no school for
Milton would be sounded on the whistle of Walter Bak-
er's Chocolate Mill. But in Dorchester you had to go to
the nearest firehouse to find out that there was no
school. The nearest firehouse to where we used to live
was up on River Street, which was past either of the
schools that we had ever attended. Even elementary
school. So it was necessary for us to walk up, past the
school we attended, and go down to look at the front of
the firehouse where they had a sign that said 'No
school,' because of the snow. And then you had to walk
back through the snow and to your home.
"One of the interesting activities at our Gilbert
Stuart School was the appearance periodically of
'Grandfather Swan.' His full name was Walter Swan.
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He was a member of the Grand Army of the Republic,
who still had his uniform, and he would tell us tales of
his work while he was in the campaign with the Army
of the North during the Civil War. He was there at the
invitation of the schoolmaster.
"From the time I was in the early eighth grade, I be-
lieve, I was delivering newspapers in the morning. It
was necessary to meet the 5:15 car at the Lower Mills
to get your newspapers, to make the route that took
you all the way down through Cedar Grove, and then,
afternoons, I used to work around the stores. In 191 9 I
went to work for O'Keeffe Grocery Company after
school. Hours were, at that time, in the store, from 7:30
a.m. to 6:15 p.m., if you worked all day. On Saturday,
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you worked from 7:30 a.m. to 10:15 p.m. straight
through, with time out for lunch. I went to work when
I was old enough to get a working certificate at four-
teen, so I could pay my tuition at Boston College High
School. At B.C. High we were expected to study three
hours a night, so that didn't leave any spare time.
"Because of the people who came into the store —
the young Irish brides, asking for whatever groceries
they wanted and talking about the raisins and the cur-
rants or asking whether or not certain canned vegeta-
bles were the same as the fresh vegetables — -I realized
there were a lot of young Irish people moving in.
"There was a constant growth in St. Gregory's con-
gregation during that period. They were constantly
building. They added a school — which must have
opened in about i g 1 6 or 1 9 1 7. I was an altarboy at the
first Mass when the children of the first and second
grades were brought to St. Gregory's school for the
opening. I have very clear recollections of being wel-
comed back one day by the very interested teachers in
our public schools to find out how many had showed
up for the opening of the Catholic school. Ordinarily
when we came back from serving a funeral they would
just say, "alright, you may go back to your class." For
that day, we were like some foreign diplomats who
were being asked questions."
But not all of the new people coming into Southern Dorchester
were Irish. A little over a decade after World War /, a young
Italian couple moved to newly-developing Cedar Grove. Phil
Petrocelli talks about his first years in the new St. Bren-
dan's Parish:
"We both lived in St. Margaret's parish. We got
married in St. Margaret's — came out here, in '30, to
Gallivan Boulevard. I told a woman I worked with we
were going to get married, and she said, 'Well, there's a
house near me.' So we came out, and we hired it just by
going out and looking at it. When we first came here,
Gallivan Boulevard had been recently made. It was or-
iginally Codman Street. On the left hand side of Galli-
van Boulevard, there was a swamp. In the thirties they
built homes there. Before that it was all just one big
swamp. This is all built up since.
"When Rose and I were married, I thought the on-
ly Italian out here was me. It was unusual for Italian
and Irish people to marry each other then. The Irish
didn't like the Italian, the Italian didn't like the Irish.
It was just what you might call clannishness. Now, in
the church bulletin, you will very often see an Irish
name and an Italian name together for a marriage.
Our children now, one married a Scotch Belgian. My
oldest boy married a French English girl. And another
married a Lithuanian. This is the way our family is —
it's commonplace now.
"When I first came here, I went to a couple of
meetings of the Cedar Grove Civic Improvement As-
sociation. I didn't seem to get anywhere. Everything I
got up just didn't seem to be wanted around here. My
name was Italian. I sensed it. As a matter of fact I had
to jam down in the corner to make sure I was going to
stay here. I had to threaten to beat a couple of guys.
This was 1930.
"The fortunate thing was that the community was
Catholic. St. Brendan's was completed in '33.
"The church started down here where Jordan Den-
nis is — that was the Granite Avenue garage. Saturday
nights, or Sunday morning early, we'd take all the cars
out — leave them in the yard — lay down the canvas or
not; if the thing were dry, set the chairs out, and in the
corner, a little platform with a hand organ. At the
front of the garage was a big purple curtain and you
could pull it apart, and that would be the altar. This
was prior to the building of the church. That's when I
first became an usher. After Mass, we'd close it up.
They'd put back the trucks. Then we built this church.
Oh, was it cold at the dedication. We had the Harvard
College Glee Club, a violinist, and the builder, and I
think it cost us around $100,000. And eventually we
got the school."
"/< was stories that brought us here,^'' an Irish immigrant tells
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us, ''stories of how good life was." Stories of enterprise, of suc-
cess, and prosperity. There were funny stories, too. Walter
McLean is a distinguished gentleman, a Harvard graduate
of historical expertise who taught at Dorchester High School
for many years. He spends much of his time walking all over
Dorchester to visit friends, playing piano music or swapping
memories. He will spin tale after tale, keeping a perfectly
straight face, until the gullible listener realizes his leg is being
pulled. One of his favorite stories concerns an enterprise of his
father's, the manufacture of "Finn AIcCool's Great Irish
Liniment."
"The story of Finn McCool's Great Irish Liniment
will give you quite a laugh. It's not so much a figment
of the imagination as it is a bunch of stories that are
prominent, let us say, because people take things on
faith — particularly if they are of Irish extraction.
"In 1892 or thereabouts, two ex-Navy men and my
father were associated with Engine Company 9^8,
which was on Salem Street in the North End. Of
course in the Navy one had, at some time another, ail-
ments— bruises, breaks, and so forth. Somewhere out of
the clear sky a mixture of ingredients was put together
in such a fashion that when rubbed on a bruise or a
sprain or even the jaw gave relief to the person who
was suffering from pain. Remembering this, these men
decided that they would make their own liniment.
"Around i8go there were a good many cock fights
occuring in places just outside of Boston, even though
it was against the law. In order to give the roosters un-
usual strength, they were fed one of the ingredients
from the egg. That left the other ingredient available.
There was so much of that ingredient left that a wise
thought occurred to those two ex-Navy men: why not
combine that ingredient with two other elements to
make their liniment. So, it was invented.
"The liniment was made in the basement of old
Engine ^8^s station on Salem Street. A label was de-
vised which read: 'Finn McCool's Great Irish Lini-
ment. Good for man or beast. Useful for chilblains,
neuralgia, teethaches, and so forth.' They chose the
name 'Finn McCool' because, in old legends, he was
supposedly the strongest man in Ireland — and that lin-
iment was very powerful. The labels also carried the
signature, 'Brian O'Rourke, Proprietor.' This was my
father's pseudonym, not, of course, his real name. And
the address given was the address of my father before
he got married.
"Well, folks do try things out, and as soon as one
told an Irishman that Finn McCool's Great Irish Lin-
iment was available and that some of it had been
smuggled in by Cunard liners, that made the picture
even better. It was sold for 25 cents a bottle. And with
the faith of the Irish, there were a good many people
who believed it could cure anything.
"Of course, good stories began to be told about the
great liniment. One of the very best stories was told by
a character named Lee Dennis Harrington. Dennis
bought some of the liniment, and when his wife saw it
was Finn McCool's she used the contents herself. Har-
rington had pains in his legs from arthritis or rheuma-
tism, but when he went to rub the leg with that lini-
ment he discovered that the bottle was empty. So he
went to the Engine house and said he had squeezed
the bottle, had removed the label from the bottle, and
had put the label on his leg. From that day on, he
never had a pain from arthritis.
"A story was told of a Mr. Russell, who had lost one
leg in the Boer War and had a wooden stump which
was kept on his leg by a leather strap. Mr. Russell was
unfortunately bothered by splinters as he rubbed his
wooden leg. He was advised to use some of the lini-
ment. It so polished his wooden leg that he never suf-
fered from splinters thereafter.
"Another individual — I'm not certain whether he's
Irish, or Yankee, or perhaps Jewish — but the man at
any rate was the owner of a hardware store. Now he,
too, had heard of the liniment. One day he discovered
that the hinges on the door of his business establish-
ment were creaking. 'By heavens,' he said, 'I'll use
some of this since they claim that it can do anything.'
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And to be sure, the liniment did a swell job in remov-
ing the squeak from the hinges.
"So you can see the value of Finn McCool's lini-
ment. People of varied backgrounds used it in all kinds
of ways with fine results."
Neponset, Pope's Hill & Port Norfolk
The romance and fortunes that were the New Eng-
land whaling industry were part and parcel of life on
the nineteenth century Dorchester waterfront. Head-
quarters for seafaring Dorchester was "Commercial
Point", now known by its Indian name, "Tenean." By
the 1 830s, the fishing industry of the town was in its
heyday. Whalers on cod fishing boats pulled into a
"modern wharf", fish flakes were fashioned for cod
drying, coopers built their barrels, and a store opened
to sell sailors' outfits. In 1 833 alone, seventy four vessels
unloaded at Neponset Village.
While Dorchester fishing business declined quickly
after the 1840s, the memory of the seaport echoed in
the twentieth century in Lawley's Shipyards, where
many famous yachts of "America's Cup" fame were
built. The old harbor became important again during
World War II, as Navy personnel moved in to build
ships for the war. The section of Neponset bordering
the ocean is called "Port Norfolk", a small seaport vil-
lage physically isolated from the rest of Dorchester by
Morrissey Boulevard.
Mary Maloney and Josephine Jepsen are close
friends who have lived in Port Norfolk all their lives. Both
women have enjoyed bringing up their children in the intimate
neighborhood they themselves grew up in, and both are actively
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involved in community affairs. Mrs. Moloney tells how her
family came to live in Port Norfolk:
"I was born on Walnut Street. My parents came
here in 1918. My mother and father had hved in Fram-
ingham and my father was seeking work. They were
newly married. He came out to work at the Foundry.
They bought the home of my mother's cousins, who
had been living there since the i8oos. My mother's
cousins' parents had come from Ireland and settled
there. I was quite fascinated as a child that my moth-
er's cousins told us of there being Indians living down
by Tenean in the wooded area that no longer exists.
There were Indians there when she was a child. A
small group living down by the water.
"My mother's cousins were lovely people. She was
a seamstress and sewed for many of the people who
lived in the area. They all had very large and very
lovely and well-cared for homes. It was a very good
place to live."
Mrs. Jepsen joins the conversation:
"My father worked at the A.T. Stearns lumber
company which was on Water Street. That's why they
settled in Dorchester. So he would be close to work,
within walking distance."
"My parents came from Ireland. They were mar-
ried at the old St. Ann's Church on Minot Street where
I was baptized. That's long gone now. When they
made the first boulevard they called it Old Colony
Parkway. Then the second boulevard was completed
and then they changed it to Morrissey Boulevard. So
Mears Street was taken away. It was taken away and I
came to Walnut Street in 1920. I went to St. Ann's
school. I was married in Walnut Street, and I still live
there.
"I can remember growing up. What sticks out in
my mind, as compared to today, is our access to the
waterfront. We could walk down just by my house
and spend the day swimming in the Neponset River,
which was clean at the time. Now, industry has com-
pletely blocked any free waterway along the Neponset
River. There is a piece at O.G. Kelley's now. Perhaps
someone would see fit to give it back to us as a park or a
recreation area."
Both ladies trade reminiscences:
"During the summer, of course, our favorite pas-
time was going down to the river to swim. We had our
own raft. It was like having your own private swim-
ming area. Then in winter months they would flood
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Garvey Park for ice skating. As we grew older, they
had the Winter Gardens Skating Rink. That was a nice
place to go. They had skating in winter and dancing
during the summer."
"What made it a good neighborhood was that peo-
ple got along well with one another. Perhaps it was be-
cause it was a stable neighborhood. There weren't peo-
ple moving in and out; it was people who had lived
here for many, many years."
"The neighbors were close and helped one another.
World War II, though, seemed to bring a change in the
neighborhood. Up until that point Lawley's was ship-
building, yacht building. In past years, they built the
Yankee and some of those beautiful ships that sailed in
the races to Bermuda. But with the coming of World
War II the government came in. They brought in
workers to build LCI's — they're landing crafts. They
worked twenty four hours a day. This brought tran-
sients— people who worked during the war years and
went away. Some stayed — like our neighbors up the
street, very lovely people. At that point, a good many
of the neighbors moved away."
"Other than the strangers coming and going dur-
ing the war, you recognized people going to their daily
work at Steam's or Lawley's. It was a matter of who
you knew in the neighborhood."
"Now, I think that everyone mingles with the rest
of the community and goes to the schools for their ac-
tivities. Children do, and senior citizens.
"There is new hope in strengthening the spirit of
community here. Many families have lived in Pope's
Hill, Neponset, and Port Norfolk through several gen-
eratings. Hopefully, today's turbulence will only
strengthen their long-term trust in the true spirit of
neighborhood, as it has in the past."
The earliest days of Dorchester's history saw a
number of prominent women. For example, Sarah
Wentworth Apthorp who wrote one of the first Amer-
ican novels, The Power of Sympathy. Victorian Dor-
chester brought the suburban ladies' garden clubs and
cultural societies, as well as more political endeavors.
Dorchester women were prominent in the Abolitionist
Movement, forming the Dorchester Female Anti-Slav-
ery Society in 1835. And Dorchester was not without
its feminist activists. The best-known was Lucy Stone
of Pope's Hill, a suffragette who was the first American
woman to retain her maiden name after marriage, a
courageous act for a Victorian lady. Her daughter,
Alice Stone Blackwell, writes of her:
"Lucy's mother, when informed of the sex of the
new baby, said, 'Oh, dear! I am sorry it is a girl. A
woman's life is so hard!'
"The little girl early became indignant at the way
she saw her mother and other women treated by
their husbands and by the laws; and she made up
her mind that those laws must be changed.
"As an adult, she travelled over a large part of the
United States. In most of the towns where she lec-
tured no woman had ever spoken in public before,
and curiosity attracted immense audiences. The
speaker was a great surprise to them. The general
idea of a woman's rights advocate, on the part of
those who had never seen one, was a tall, gaunt, an-
gular woman, with aggressive manners, a mascu-
line air, and a strident voice, scolding at the men.
Instead, they found a tiny woman with quiet unas-
suming manners, a winning presence, and the
sweetest voice ever possessed by a public speaker.
This voice became celebrated. It was so musical
and delicious that persons, who had once heard her
lecture, hearing her utter a few words, years after-
ward, on a railroad car or in a stage coach, where
it was too dark to recognize faces, would at once ex-
claim unhesitatingly: 'That is Lucy Stone!'"
In everyday life, Mrs. Stone was determinedly normal. The
Neponset she lived in was almost an ideal village, probably very
similar to the a'a)) Henrietta Russell remembers it.
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Home of the famous suffragette, Lucy Stone, on Pope's Hill
Mrs. Russell, a gentle but determined Ifldy in her seventies, has
held many offices in community organizations, and a few years
ago was named to the Mayor's Commission on the Elderly. In
her mellifluous voice, she talks of the JVeponset she remembers:
"I was born in Scotland. My father and mother
and I came to West Roxbury and I went to school
there until I was fourteen. My father was a monument
mason, a stonecarver. He did many of the monuments
that are in the Public Garden. In fact, he did the Ro-
man eagle that's on the front of St. Anne's church. As
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years went on, it was more machine work; it wasn't
hand work. So he got a job in the Fore River shipyard.
He decided that it was too long a ride to go from West
Roxbury over here to Fore River, so he looked around
and bought this home. I grew up here, went to Dor-
chester High which was a very good high school. At
that time it was a coed school.
"From high school I went into the John Hancock.
I worked there for five years until I met this nice young
man. We used to have bonfires down at Garvey play-
ground on the Fourth of July. Everybody in the neigh-
borhood went to them. I met him there — I was intro-
duced by a good friend of mine. In fact, we're very
good friends still. We went together for five years, and
got married. When I got married, my father built a
home in back and I moved into this house. Fve been
here ever since. Fve raised three sons and one daugh-
ter, and have ten grandchildren and a great-grand-
child.
"This neighborhood really hasn't changed too
much because most of the people who live here have
owned their own homes and stayed here. But in back,
where the First National is now, and Morrissey Boule-
vard, we used to have large fields. There used to be a
ball field the kids played in. In fact, we used to go
skating, because the water used to come up from the
Neponset River. And in the wintertime, all the families
used to coast down Pope's Hill. One of the families had
a double runner. We'd start at the top, and we'd go all
the way down. At the time, there were trains down
there. Pope's Hill Station. We'd go all the way down to
Pope's Hill Station with the double runner. I can re-
m'ember one time I had the minister on it. We got near
the bottom and the runners came oflT. He went flying !
"My husband and I were both Scottish Protestants.
There were quite a few Irish Catholics in the neighbor-
hood. We got along fine. In fact, I was a representative
down at St. Ann's when Bishop Stokes came and they
had a communion breakfast. A friend asked me if I
would go down and participate and I certainly did."
Julia Wright and Mary Duchaney are sisters who
have lived in Neponset since igog. They were best friends as
children. After high-school graduation, each of them went to
work for the telephone company. They married near the same
time and moved to the same street on Pope's Hill. They talk to-
gether of their memories of St. Arm's Parish:
"We used to call McCone Street the League of Na-
tions because there were all kinds. There were Italians,
Swedish, Polish, French people. All kinds. There were
three Protestant churches in Neponset. On one of the
Protestant Churches, at the corner of Oakland and
Walnut, was the town clock. The fire house was right
across; the firemen used to take care of that clock and
wind it. Everybody in town would listen for the town
clock to strike. It was certainly something to remember
in Neponset.
"The neighborhood was not all Irish, but a good
proportion. Before the turn of the century, Neponset
was settled by all Yankees. We were here in 1909 and
there were lovely estates, all those beautiful homes peo-
ple had made — they had maids and everything. After
they died, the Irish came in. We remember the seven-
teenth of March years ago. Matthew Cummings was
the national president of the Hibernians. On the seven-
teenth of March he'd have a great big event. They'd
have Irish singers and prominent speakers — John
McCormack, James Michael Curley, Judge Fenton. Of
course, with Irish ancestry. That was one of the high-
lights of the town. Mr. Cummings put Neponset on the
map for the time being."
"You'd have some wonderful occasions. They'd
have dances. St. Ann's would have a reunion once a
year which meant a get-together for all the parishion-
ers. And some that left the parish would come back for
the reunion."
"Some wonderful occasions. It was really almost a
country town — Neponset years ago."
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Ashmont, Shawmut & Codman Square
Charles Paget was the custodian of Wainwright Park in
Codman Square for over thirty years. The park became his per-
sonal demesne. He took an intimate interest in making sure the
grass and fence were kept in proper order, and had a fatherly
concern for several generations of neighborhood children. Mr.
Paget saw many a boy and girl through childhood crises, al-
ways ready to bandage a scratch, fix a broken shoe-lace, mediate
a dispute, or laugh at the same riddle told by the twentieth
child.
Although handicapped by the after-effects of a childhood
bout with polio, ^''Charlie,''' up until his death about a week
after this interview, never missed a day of work, taking only
Saturday afternoons and Sundays for himself. The children
who used the park were genuinely his children. Charlie chatted
with a couple of old friends about the days when he grew up:
"I've lived in this section, Shawmut, all but the
first five years of my life. I was born in the Savin Hill
section of Dorchester, and we moved up here to Shaw-
mut when I was five years old. I lived first on Welles
Avenue and then on Argyle Street, which is around the
corner, and at my present address on Moultrie Street.
When we moved here there was a lot of vacant land.
Meadow with trees on it. I remember Mr. Gallup used
to have a cow down on Welles Avenue. My father used
to tell a story about that. Woke up one night, he could
hear this mumbling going on — it was the summertime,
the windows were open — so he went to the front of the
house to look across the street. There were these two
fellows standing over there, leaning over the makeshift
fence that was around the field, you know, and they'd
had a little too much to drink. 'What's that over there,'
one of them said. 'That's a cow, that's a mooly cow.' So
the cow comes ambling over, you know, and he pats
the cow on the nose and says, 'Nice mooly cow, nice
mooly, nice mooly cow.' And my father say^ when he
found that was all it was, he didn't worry anymore, he
went back to bed again. But that was Mr. Gallup's
cow. Mr. Gallup owned a livery stable over on Barnes
Street. It's now called Banton Street. He also had
small stable of trotting horses. He used to take his trot
ting horses out. He belonged to the Dorchester Gentle-
men's Driving Club. That was a group of men with
trotting horses and they used to race them up in Frank-
lin Field every Saturday afternoon. Mr. Gallup used to
race a horse named Ashmont.
"This was a middle-class neighborhood when we
came. There was a sprinkling of Irish. Of course I can
still remember the days when they elected Republican
representatives out here — a Democrat didn't stand a
chance. Which is quite different from the way it is now.
The Democrats, I think, were transplants from South
Boston and other parts of the city. They drifted out
here for a better life — and also, I think, because of
schools and good transportation.
"There was a steam railroad coming out through
here where the transit is now. You could get the train
at South Station and ride out there, though we didn't
do that as a rule because you could get on the trolley
car for a dime. But the trolley car stopped at practical-
ly every street-corner so you almost had to bring your
lunch to go to town.
"And then a man who lived near St. Matthew's
Church came up with the idea to electrify the Shaw-
mut Branch of the steam trains and put the line
through Dorchester. It was quite a bonanza because it
led to a good deal of development of this section. The
only bad feature of it was it did kill business on Dor-
chester Avenue where the trolley car had run."
He remembers the streetcars most vividly on one particular
day — November ii, igi8 . . .
"I remember the streetcars, the old trolley cars, go-
ing up Dorchester Avenue with milk cans tied to the
backs, the car clanking along the street. At that time I
was going to Whittier School, in the first grade, and the
First World War ended. I can remember being a little
bewildered as to why they brought us all out into the
schoolyard about eleven o'clock in the morning and
gave us all American flags to march around with. Of
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Mayor John F. Fitzgerald {"Honey Fitz") receiving the Prize Cup
course the next day was a holiday, Armistice Day — we
didn't reahze the impact of the war.
He recalls other "big days" as a child . . .
"I can remember the day they got the hippopota-
mus for the Franklin Park Zoo. Everyone in Dorches-
ter went over to get a look at the new hippopotamus.
And then we had the Tercentenary in Dorchester in
a race sponsored by the Dorchester Gentlemen's Driving Club, igii
1930. I remember the big parade they had. The Lord
Mayor of Dorchester, England was over here. They
gave him quite a time. And the school cadets marched
in the parade.
Jack McCreadv, a friend of Charlie Paget' s, has been a
resident of Ashmont Hill all his life. The hill developed as a
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"garden suburb" in the late nineteenth century, an elegant home
for wealthy Bostonians. One of its most famous residents was
Mayor John {"Honey Fitz") Fitzgerald. It has recently un-
dergone a "renaissance," becoming a fashionable address
again, this time for young urbanites interested in maintaining
beautiful Victorian homes in a convenient section of the city.
"It has been a very pleasant place to live. We
weren't crowded and as congested as you would be in
some other areas of the city. We had a bit of what you
might call suburban living — sunshine, open areas.
Even Codman Square was a country village kind of
area. Yet we were convenient to the city. I think that
really made the area. Until we hit our present prob-
lems— and these are common not only to Dorchester
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but to the entire city. It isn't quite as dominant in this
area, luckily, and we hope we can keep these tensions
down.
"Economically, this is not quite the area it was
when I was a youngster, but I would say it's basically
the same, no great changes. Ashmont Hill has pre-
served its character better than most areas in Dorches-
ter in comparison to what it was forty or fifty years ago.
The houses are still standing and this attracts a certain
type of people who appreciate the old architecture. It
did hit a slight slump during the depression, when no-
body had any money, but there's now a regeneration
of pride in our buildings and our homes. People are re-
pairing and maintaining them. I think the people sud-
denly have become really proud of their homes here
and want to spread the good word about Dorchester
and save Dorchester."
An area close to Ashmont Hill, physically and spiritually is
Wellesley Park, with its gaslight lamps and attractive park
area. Caroline DeVoe remembers it as an ideal neigh-
borhood.
"I've lived in Dorchester all my life, and I like the
community very much. I first lived on the other side of
Field's Corner, and moved here to Wellesley Park in
1 93 1 . I remember it was — today we would use the
word 'integrated.' There were Jewish people in the
neighborhood and Protestants and Catholics. I was
connected with the Episcopal Church up on Columbia
Road. I had girl friends who were Congregationalists
and Baptists and everything else and I did go to their
churches and they'd go to mine with me for activities
and we thought nothing of it, because everybody was
one.
"My girl friends and I liked to walk. In the eve-
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nings we'd go walking down to Lower Mills, or up to
the Codman woods, up on Codman Hill. Things
weren't as complicated as they are today.
"My friends and I were in church together. I was
very active in the church. We very rarely went out two
together. It was a group — six of us — three fellows and
three girls— all of us were working. My brother and I —
he'd always have his friends in and I'd have mine — my
home was always an open place; and I followed
through with my own family. I married in 1946 and
my husband and I bought this house. We found this
neighborhood the best there was for raising a family.
My children would rarely go to Town Field or any
place because they had their own friends within the
neighborhood. One of the good points is because we
had no feeling of Protestant or Catholic. Of course I
was a Protestant until I married. I eventually became
Catholic and there was no fear. Nobody ever thought
anything about it. If I had it to do over again, as a
young woman preparing to raise a family, I would de-
finitely like to move into this neighborhood."
Mt. Bowdoin & Franklin Field
Frederick Law Olmstead, probably the greatest
American landscape architect, designed Franklin Field
as "The Pendant of the Emerald Necklace," a beauty
and recreation spot for the enjoyment of city residents.
And the field plays a dominant role in the memory of
the residents of Mattapan, Mt. Bowdoin and the area
adjacent to it. Mattapan, still technically a section of
Dorchester, was originally called "Upper Mills," a
counterpart to "Lower Mills," where Samuel Baker
made his chocolate. The Franklin Field — Mt. Bowdoin
— Mattapan area was considered "the country," and
River Street was "a naturally beautiful country road."
The district did not begin to develop significantly
until the turn of the century.
Older residents remember the area as a "cosmopol-
itan sort of place," with a few Yankee families, some
Irish and a mixture of other nationalities. As the cen-
tury progressed, Jewish people began to move out of
the North and West Ends, and the district became a
pulsating center of Jewish life in Boston. The area
boasted many synagogues and kosher shops; Yiddish
was commonly heard on the street. In the 1950s, most
of the area's Jews began to move further out to the sub-
urbs, as black people moved in from neighboring Rox-
bury, so that today the district is predominantly com-
posed of native and immigrant blacks.
WiLLARD Delue is a y§-y ear-old gentleman who worked
as a reporter for the Boston Globe for many years. In the igsos
he wrote a series of historical articles which are still of value to
researchers. Mr. DeLue, an articulate and kind man with de-
termined posture, tells his memories of growing up on Seaver
Street.
"Sometime in the spring or early summer of 1897
my family moved from West Roxbury to a five-bed-
room half-house (you'd call it a duplex today) which
is still in that part of Seaver Street between Columbia
Road and Erie Street. I was then seven years old; and I
was to spend the next 25 years there and in other
houses within the triangular section of West Dorchester
bounded by Washington Street from Grove Hall to
Codman Square, Talbot Avenue to Franklin Field,
and then back to Grove Hall — an area that 25 years
earlier had been almost entirely farmlands and other
open spaces. While building was going in most of the
once open spaces, there remained a touch of rural at-
mosphere where the Greenwoods still occupied their
attractive old farmhouse on what was left of their once-
extensive lands fronting on Harvard Street, between
the railroad tracks and Glenway Street. The Sarah
Greenwood School is on part of that plot.
"This was actually a return to Dorchester, for I had
been born here, in a three-decker in Gouldville Ter-
race, which runs off" Brook Avenue. The Terrace,
which I'm told is now a devasted area without any res-
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Sheep feeding in
idents, is a very short one, yet long enough to cross the
old Roxbury town line. I just happened to be born on
the Dorchester part of it. In a short time we had moved
to Dacia Street, near Quincy, and then the family took
off for West Roxbury — leaving behind in Dorchester
and in adjacent sections of Roxbury, some very old
friends, who, like themselves, had come out from the
densely populated South Cove section of the inner city.
Franklin I'm I,
"I suppose our return had been prompted in part
by a desire to get back closer to those old friends; but
there also must have been the appeal of Dorchester's
excellent streetcar and steam-railroad transportation
facilities, which made downtown Boston speedily ac-
cessible.
"And then there had been the trend. Everybody
seemed to be coming this way, and had been before
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Dorchester became a part of Boston in 1870. That's
probably why my parents had come in the first place.
It was a real migration, perhaps dominated by families
oflrish and Catholic origins. And, as we now know, it
was the first of three migrations that were successively
to change the character of our part of the old Yankee
Protestant town.
"Dorchester landowners and their, developers
played a major role in stimulating this population
boom. Good transportation was a theme they all talked
and wrote about. Typical is a booklet issued in 1880 by
the Dorchester Land Company, which owned about
all the high land between present Quincy and Hamil-
ton Streets and from Columbia Road back to Bowdoin
Street. The book tells about the horsecars in Bowdoin
Street, every 30 minutes and just a five-cent fare to
Boston; steam trains from Bird Street Station — six in-
bound morning trains, up to nine o'clock, and seven
outbound trains from 2:30 in the afternoon to 7:30.
And there were other trains through the day. You
could get 14 tickets for a dollar, or a three-month sea-
son ticket for Si 2.00 to get you into or out of Boston.
"Well, that same steam railroad came out from
Bird Street to the Mt. Bowdoin Station, which was
right below the bridge on the corner of Washington
and Erie Streets, and so just a few steps from Seaver
Street. The tracks went on for a half mile or so to the
Harvard Street Station. Later, when I was going to
work, the rush-hour trains were far more frequent than
those of 1880. And they were long trains — six or more
cars, packed to the limit with plenty of standees aboard
them. The railroad stations are gone without trace.
And, if there are any trains on those tracks, they are
freights hauled by diesels; and so the people who live
along there miss the night-sounds I remember so well
— the mournful whistles of the steam locomotives, and
the laborious puffing as they came up the slope to Mt.
Bowdoin Station.
"The Seaver Street of my boyhood was pretty well
built up and had been for some years. Built up with the
homes of well, I guess, middle-class families. Some
were probably very upper middle class, and some
down in the lower middle class, where we probably
rated, although we did have a maid, that is to say a
servant girl. I don't mention that as a status symbol,
though perhaps it was. But I think our having a maid
had something to do with our return to Dorchester. I
know my mother had trouble keeping a maid in West
Roxbury. They were marooned there; too far in the
sticks, a long way from friends.
"While there were no signs of opulence in our part
of Seaver Street, there was plenty of opulence just
around the corner. Up at Columbia Road and Wash-
ington Street were the estates of four distinguished
Dorchester families — one on each corner — the Wilders,
Adamses, Morses, and Athertons. The Boston mer-
chants and bankers who founded them were gone, but
their families were still there in the old homes, which,
though I didn't realize it, were symbols of a Dorchester
era that was just about gone.
"Our area of Seaver Street and its immediate
neighborhood was a pretty cosmopolitan sort of place.
The people were mostly Yankees. The Irish were ever-
ywhere but they were never overwhelmingly domi-
nant. There were Dutch, German, Scots, Armenian,
French among the boys and girls I played with. There
was also a mixture at the little shopping center up at
the corner of Washington and Erie Streets, close to the
Mount Bowdoin Station. There was the R.E. Nolan
grocer or market man, who served some of the com-
fortably fixed families of the area. I can remember his
wooden delivery boxes with 'REN' on them. Nearby
was grocery man Dave Klein. I worked for him on Sat-
urdays at one time. Dave used to walk around his place
singing 'My mother and father were Irish, and I am
Irish too/and we keep the pig in the parlor/and he is
Irish, too.'
"Up at Washington and Erie was the barber shop
of Gus Haake. Then there was the newsdealer and the
candy shop man named Bean. I'm not sure of the
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name, but I delivered papers for him, up among the
rich people on Mt. Bowdoin, and sometime waited on
customers at the candy counter, and was permitted to
sample the goods. And there was a Chinese laundry
man, for whom I used to do errands, including getting
pork chops over at Klein's. So you see it was quite a
mixed community.
"Seaver Street was pretty well built up when we
arrived at it. Yet the whole area wasn't. It still was a
great place for kids to grow up in. We had a field beside
our house — 'our' field we called it, because it was
owned by the owner of our house. And it had a big ap-
ple tree in it close to the sidewalk. Greening apples, I
remember that. And then, just a few steps down the
street was a huge cherry tree, in Phillip McMahon's
yard, and then across the street, with the other trees in
it, was a broad field. And all the trees, except the cher-
ry tree, were beautifully climbable.
"The big field across the way led to broader spaces,
and to some other friends. The broader spaces were
once a part of the famous Oakland Garden amusement
park, operated by a horse-car company. It was, I
guess, something like the later Norumbega Park in Au-
burndale. It had a zoo of some sort; a zoological gar-
den, as they called it. And one of the park's notable
features was a large, artificial lake in which floated a
good size full-rigged ship. On its deck, at one period, a
light opera company staged performances of Gilbert
and Sullivan's Pinafore.
"Oakland Garden occupied all the land between
Columbia Road and Blue Hill Avenue at the north
and Erie Street at the south, and then from Seaver
Street over to Michigan Avenue. The park had gone
out of business just a few years before we came to Sea-
ver Street; the only trace of it was a high board fence
that ran along behind some of the Seaver Street houses.
Well, when the Oakland Garden closed, the developers
stepped in and Walcott Street had been laid out and
almost every lot in it had been built on by the time we
got there. But Hewins Street, between us and Walcott
Street, was still in the making. A few houses had been
built at the head of it — up by Columbia Road — but the
rest, where the ground was a little low, was just an
empty road on top of an embankment. The bank made
a perfect place for digging holes as fireplaces and for
roasting potatoes. The beautifully burnt skins and half
raw insides, we thought delicious.
"Over across there, on Walcott Street, were more
of our friends. Aubrey Lyons, a son of Leopold Lyons,
a member of the Boston Globe staff specializing in
news of the Jewish community. He was, I think, one of
the founders of B'nai B'rith, and a close relative of the
very distinguished Boston clothier and former Con-
gressman, Leopold Morse.
"The streets were a perfectly safe place to play in
those days when there were no speeding automobiles
around. So little traffic of any kind, for that matter,
that long before a soap box derby was heard of we had
our equivalent. And where? Right on the Columbia
Road hill! We'd start up towards Franklin Park, roll
down the slope and past Seaver Street, with nothing at
all to hinder, though Columbia Road had recently
been made a wide boulevard. No danger from traffic —
just a few horse-drawn vehicles, and, of course, there
were bicycles.
"I suppose that period might have been a peak in
the popularity of cycling. I know that I had a bicycle.
I'm told it was the smallest size made; and my mother
had one. She and a few of the other women had their
bicycle club, and used to go off occasionally on short
runs. I remember how my mother looked in her bicy-
cling skirt. She made it herself, I think. It was well
above the ankles (quite shocking) and had rows and
rows of stitching around the bottom of it.
"There was one automobile around — the first auto-
mobile I ever saw and the first one I ever heard. It be-
longed to Billy Ourish — who owned a bicycle shop at
Grove Hall. And I think it was a two-cylinder Cadil-
lac. Anyway, it was noisy. You could hear it coming as
Ourish rode along Washington Street, either to or from
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Tobogamiing
on Schoolmaster's Hill,
Franklin Park, igsj
his home, which was near Fenelon Street — you know,
bang, bang, bang — and we'd run up Glenarm Street to
get a look at it. In a few years, Ourish's bicycle shop
became an automobile repair and sales place.
"As we got a little older, some of us developed an
interest in theatricals. The St. Martyn's Guild affairs
must have generated some of it; but the more immedi-
ate cause was discovery that our friend Myron Clark's
father had been on the stage.
"Before Clark turned to painting as a life-work, he
had been a member of a famous light-opera company,
the Bostonians. So, when we boys gathered at Myron's
house, his father often talked to us about the stage, and
I remember him singing a snatch of song from an opera
called 'Maritana,' or something like that.
"About all of us had been to the theatre. I know I
had, several times. So now we decided to have our own
theatre — -in Myron's cellar. Our productions were lim-
ited to a few imitations, which failed to interest our
audience, consisting of Myron's sister Helen, usually
called 'the Tyke.' Both are still around.
"Then we turned to making a miniature theatre. It
was a good one — sturdy, built with care, with prosceni-
um arch, movable wings, and a backdrop of Mt. Vesu-
vius, all made by us but painted by Myron's father.
Later we moved it over to the cellar of one of our
friends in Wolcott or Hewins Street, installed battery-
powered electric lights, and, before a large audience,
put on a sensational spectacle, the Eruption of Vesuvius,
with flashing lightning, ominous thunder, and a grand
finale of fire blazing from the mountain-top — powder
from a few firecrackers, I guess — and then darkness.
When the lights came on, our trick scenery had been
released, and the buildings were in ruins.
"All these, of course, were in summer. Come win-
ter, if we had plenty of snow, there'd be our running up
Glenarm Street to see the street-railway snowplows go
past, sending up clouds and curls of snow because they
cleared not only the car-tracks but also the street be-
side them. That, I think, was part of the arrangement
made when they were permitted to lay the tracks.
"As for the lesser streets, there was never a snow-
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plow; the city plowed the sidewalks, but never the
streets. It was up to horses to break up the drifts. The
pungs they hauled were great for getting rides on —
hitching rides — 'going punging,' we'd say. You'd grab
the low pung body and then get one foot on to the run-
ners. Or you sometimes could sit on a little shelf that
ran along outside the pung.
"There was tobogganing up in Franklin Park. No
toboggan chutes at first, but there were good slopes on
the hills all around the golf course valley. And then a
chute was put up at Schoolmaster's Hill and another
on a side hill. I remember that a couple of us boys
made our own toboggan from thin boxwood, with half
a cheese box for a front. We got into a chute with it,
got stuck about half way down with a heavy real to-
boggan speeding towards our tail, and barely got our
so-called toboggan out without causing a wreck. We
were not invited to return to the chutes.
"A good part of the field would be flooded for skat-
ing and when you had had enough skating, and were
in the money, you could cross Talbot Avenue to Hen-
dries for a snack.
"Hendries' — Hendries' Hall — was a real Dorches-
ter institution. The Hendries brothers started making
ice cream way back in the dark ages near the corner of
Talbot Avenue and Nightingale Street, and they had
prospered.
"By the time I knew the place the Hendries had
built a handsome structure with a hall on the second
floor that became one of the most popular spots in Bos-
ton for dances, wedding parties, or other social gather-
ings. At one period, there was a sort of veranda cafe, so
you could sit out and watch the activity on the field.
"Hendries' Hall — and it really was a beautiful one
was not the only place for social gatherings. There was
and is Whitton Hall (which the older people knew as
Whiten Hall) in the Dorchester Women's Club near
Codman Square. There was Lithgow Hall, upstairs in
the brick building, now boarded up, at the corner of
Talbot Avenue and Washington Street. About a mile
away, close to what was known as the Four Corners —
where Washington, Bowdoin, and Harvard Streets
come together — ^just beyond that was Norfolk Hall, a
lofty building which disappeared in recent years.
There were two big halls in it, one above the other.
The lower or second hall, which had been the movie
theatre, was at a later period the regular meeting place
of Shawmut Council, Knights of Columbus, to which
I belonged. The upper hall was used on certain nights
by the Odd Fellows, who, as I recall, owned the build-
ing.
"One night when both organizations were meeting,
the K of C had scheduled an initiation of new mem-
bers. One of our prospective brothers, unacquainted
with the place, walked up to the third floor, and an-
nounced that he was there to be initiated. As the Odd
Fellows also were holding an initiation that night, and
expected strangers, they gave our man a hearty wel-
come. The initiation ceremony was well under way
and the prospective K of C was close to becoming an
Odd Fellow, when he decided that something was
wrong, and spoke to the man standing next to him.
Well, I understand there was consternation all round.
Our man finally came to the right place, pledged not
to tell anything he had seen or heard upstairs.
"Then there were the bungalow parties. I can't
place the bungalow-party era exactly, but it must have
begun somewhere around 1910, perhaps a little earlier.
The bungalows were, as their name implies, small,
one-story buildings, designed especially for intimate
group parties. For dancing they provided recorded
music, and sometimes a mechanical piano; and, for re-
freshments, commonly arranged to have big punch-
bowls of frappe — not a modern 'frappe' but merely
lightly frozen sherbet.
"There was a Fitzderick Bungalow in a lightly
wooded but not remote spot just off Norfolk Street; the
Jaquiminot, perched on the slope of Jones Hill, above
Hancock Street; and DeLue's Bungalow, close to the
Neponset, just off River Street, Mattapan. The Bunga-
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low Parties were necessarily small ones — just groups of
friends and acquaintances, who came almost invaria-
bly as couples. But the couples didn't dance together
the whole evening, as I understand couples so often do
in these times. There was always a general mixing.
When the bungalow era ended I don't know, but it
must be remembered with pleasure by many persons
still around.
"Those early days in Seaver Street ended for me —
though the friendships and associations continued — in
1904, when we moved to West Park Street. Great
changes have come. But I think if I went back there
and stood at the Erie Street corner where the little shop
of the five-cent pies still stands (whether occupied or
not, I don't know) — I'm sure I could find, in a small
vacant lot across the street, a beaten path leading in to
the back, and then along the side, of what was once
Murtagh's neighborhood store. The store faced Elling-
ton Street, which was Elmo Street when I knew it.
■'I was in Murty's, as we called it, when a girl came
in with a bag of lemons. She wanted to return them.
'What's wrong?' asked whoever was tending store that
day. 'My mother says they're too sour,' the girl said.
"Across fiom Murtagh's was a great open space —
perhaps not as large as I imagine it to have been, but
large enough to carry the annual Night before the
Fourth community bonfire, without endangering any
of the neighboring houses.
"On the far side of the field was Fowler Street, run-
ning off Greenwood, and then, along a way, was York
Street, in which my family lived when I was married in
191 7. I had set up my own establishment in Kenberma
Road, ex-Coffee Court.
"The York Street house was a two-family afTair.
Soon after my marriage, the Snows, who lived upstairs,
moved away from Dorchester, and a new family
moved in — and before long my mother was bragging
about how well she was able to cook Jewish dishes. The
woman upstairs had taught her.
"By that time. Temple Beth-El was in Fowler
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Street; and in another dozen years the Seaver Street
that I had known was almost solidly Jewish territory.
Almost. Because though by 1930 there were Moretskys
and Reubens in our old house, there were also Crow-
leys and O'Connors around, and Annie McMahon
still was in the house w'th the big cherry tree."
"Well, so much for Seaver Street and its neighbors,
for similar changes had been going on all around it. Up
Harvard Street way, by 1930 Loring's Drug Store had
become Trachtenberg's, as also had Harring & Teele's
at Harvard and Washington. Burke's had moved to
Braintree; and the length of Harvard Street down to
Franklin Field had become dominantly Jewish. Con-
gregation Adath Bnai Israel had appeared in Gleason
Street, where the long-established Harvard Congrega-
tional Church had succumbed to the new pressures.
Congregation Chai Odum was in Nightingale Street,
Anshi Lebovitch in Glenway, and Linas Hazedec in
Michigan Avenue, along with pioneer Temple Beth El
in Fowler.
"In Jewish-lined Esmond Street — from which the
Barrys and Joyces and almost all the old neighbors had
moved to Brookline and Newton and other foreign
places — St. Leo's stood firm, because other parts of its
parish had experienced less change, and the church
building itself was small and relatively economical to
maintain.
"And so things stood until the third of the migra-
tions— the black migration — began rolling into this
West Dor chester area. Today there are new churches
around — new names. Perhaps there's a Jewish congre-
gation among them.
"Little St. Mark's Church in Columbia Road near
Seaver, still Episcopal, is solidly black. Occasionally
one of its old white members drops in for a service.
St. Leo's is 95 percent black, its congregation rep-
resenting six or eight different countries and five differ-
ent languages. And since 45 percent of its people are of
Haitian origins, St. Leo's has been formally designated
Capt. Lemuel Clap
House, c. i86g
a Haitian Center; and, of its three Sunday masses, one
is in French."
The Dorchester that most of the people in these
pages have described is an urban area that has been
through many changes in this century — changes in
physical development, industries, transportation, hous-
ing, and social changes — in ethnic groups, family life,
religion, leisure. At the time Mr. Ward of Meeting-
House Hill was young, for example, farmers drove bul-
locks through Dorchester to the Brighton Cattle Mar-
ket. Father Dunn's family was one of the first Irish
families to move into Yankee Lower Mills. And most of
the people in these interviews would have defined the
part of Dorchester they came from by the Catholic par-
ish they lived in.
Dorchester has never been a smug, static suburb.
The process of change that has characterized the area
throughout the century continues to the present. Since
the 1950s, the period the reminiscences bring us to,
Dorchester has again been moved by the winds of
change. Since World War H, the population has
changed from predominantly white, of various ethnic
groups, to a racially integrated community, with some
mostly white neighborhoods, some black, and many
mixed.
Much of Dorchester's migration has been an inter-
nal process. As one resident said, "When Dorchester
people move, they move to another part of Dorches-
ter." But many have moved away, as suburbia became
fashionable, or even, with increasing job mobility, out
of the state.
Statistics tell us something about the changes. In
1966, Dorchester's black population was six percent;
now it is almost half. Dorchester has an increasing
number of elderly people, and, by city median, it has
become somewhat poorer. Immigrants continue to
move into all sections of the district. Spanish and
French are commonly heard in many shopping areas
as Cubans, Puerto Ricans and Haitians become a part
of Dorchester life. Dorchester is no longer the heart of
Jewish life in the city. The Jewish community has all
but disappeared in the last fifteen years. A few families
have moved to other towns and cities because of the
controversy over forced busing. And there is a new
phenomenon — a whole new group of young profes-
sionals moving into Dorchester's beautiful Victorian
homes and rehabilitating them.
All of these things do not happen without some
conflict, some pain, just as in the past. Dorchester citi-
zens have organized community groups to help their
neighborhoods accomodate the new and still retain
their particular identities. Many residents think that it
is the intense pride and intimacy within the myriad
small communities of the district that allows it to main-
tain stability in the midst of change. Dorchester has, in
its 345-year history, become used to change, and has
learned to adjust to it with a degree of grace that makes
it outstanding among Boston's neighborhoods. Dor-
chester's citizens have much to be proud of.
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Project Staff
Katie Kenneally, writer, project coordinator
Anne L. Millet, editor
Jan Cor ash, photographic editor
Harron Ellenson, director Boston 200
Michael and Winifred Bixler, typography
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS: The experience and insights of many Dorchester residents contributed
to the making of this history. We would hke to thank especially Bill Sweeney, interviewer, Kath-
leen Kilgore for editorial help, the Dorchester Bicentennial Committee, John Madden, Chair-
man, the Dorchester Historical Society and the following participants: Rev. James K. Allen,
Donald F. Brown, Ruth Brown, the late Richard Bonney, John J. Cadigan, Jim Carney, Regina
Krajewski Clifton, Willard DeLue, Caroline C. DeVoe, Lawrence DiCara, Mary L. Duchaney,
John J. Donovan, Fr. Daniel F. Dunn, Bertha J. Glavin, Martin E. Glavin, Josephine Jepsen,
Mary E. Kennedy, Alfred J. LaBollita, Veronica Lehane, Patricia Lloyd, Francis Maloney,
Mary Maloney, Jack McCready, Walter McLean, Charles F. Murphy, the late Charles L.
Paget, Earl Perkins, Philip Petrocelli, Julia Ruiz, Henrietta Russell, Nina Solomita, June Tam-
mi, Myrna Wiley, and Julia V. Wright.
PHOTO CREDITS: Peter Brooks, Bob Johnston, Boston Architectural Center, designers of the Dor-
chester Neighborhood Exhibits, Rev. James Allen, The Boston Globe, the Bostonian Society,
the Print Department of the Boston Public Library, Riva and Romas Brickus, Ruth Brown,
William Busick, Agnes Casey, the Columbia-Savin Hill Civic Association, the Dorchester His-
torical Society, Fred Dudley, Lawrence Etta, the Institute of Contemporary Art, Walter Mc-
Lean, William Melchin, Olmsted Associates, Inc., Julia Ruiz, St. Peter's Church, Robert
Severy, Douglass Shand Tucci, John J. Ward and The Society for the Preservation of New
England Antiquities.
SPONSORS: The Boston Neighborhood Histories Project was made possible through the support of:
The Blanchard Foundation, the Godfrey M. Hyams Trust, the Massachusetts Bicentennial
Commission, Workingmens Co-operative Bank, and the people of the City of Boston.
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Boston enjoys an international reputation as the birthplace of our American
Revolution. Today, as the nation celebrates its 200th anniversary, that struggle
for freedom again draws attention to Boston. The heritage of Paul Revere, Sam
Adams, Faneuil Hall and Bunker Hill still fire our romantic imaginations.
But a heritage is more than a few great names or places — it is a culture,
social history and, above all, it is people. Here in Boston, one of our most cher-
ished traditions is a rich and varied neighborhood life. The history of our neigh-
borhood communities is a fascinating and genuinely American story — a story
of proud and ancient peoples and customs, preserved and at the same time
transformed by the American urban experience.
So to celebrate our nation's birthday we have undertaken to chronicle
Boston's neighborhood histories. Compiled largely from the oral accounts of
living Bostonians, these histories capture in vivid detail the breadth and depth
of our city's complex past. They remind us of the most important component
of Boston's heritage — people,which is, after all,what the Bicentennial is all about.
Kevin H. White, Mayor
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