The Cohasset Skippers visiting Spillane Field in Wareham, Massachusetts to take on the hometown Vikings. Footage digitized from 16 MM film.
All 16 pages of the August 28th, 1919 edition of The Vineyard News, published in Vineyard Haven, Massachusetts. Many great advertisements and articles. TO SEE THE FULL PAPER (16 pgs) CLICK ON THE PAGE BELOW (opens in new window)
If you’ve ever searched for interesting Massachusetts history videos on YouTube you’ve surely come across the work of M. L. Baron. He’s digitized and uploaded an exceptional collection of videos many of which feature southeastern Massachusetts from the 1920′s on. One thing is certain, many of these videos could be locked in a storage container, damaged by neglect, or worse, not saved at all – his collection being available to the public by his work is certainly a great contribution to the documentation, in its exclusive regional rarity, of not only our times but the times of our parents, grandparents and great-grandparents as well. M. L. Baron is an award winning videographer and photographer. He also operates The West Island Weather Station near the Cape Cod Canal, in Fairhaven, MA.
Below is a video from M. L. Baron’s YouTube Channel on the Hurricane of 1938:
M. L. Baron’s “About Me” from www.westislandweather.com : MLBaron is a Certified SkyWarn Weather Spotter (ID 11-070) and maintains the West Island Weather Station KA1WBH. He comes from a decorated military family . An accomplished artist, Baron practices in varied media from the old American Folk Art of Scrimshaw, to award winning videos and photography. He is also a recognized scrimshaw & antique ivory appraiser specializing in counterfeit detection. Living on West Island, Fairhaven,MA offers an abundance of subject matter. With every changing season along the shore or inside the West Island State Reservation, an opportunity for a special photo is never hard to come by. This small island is located near the Cape Cod Canal and Martha’s Vineyard, MA. West Island is small enough to fit inside New York’s Central Park.
During the Victorian era most families did not have photos of themselves or their children. To remember the face of a lost loved one a family would hire a photographer to take a photograph of the deceased family member with the deceased person or a photograph of the deceased person alone. In many cases they’d stage a scene where the deceased person was set up into a position to feign life. In other cases photographs were taken of the deceased person on their death bed or in their casket – and in still other cases a parent might cover themselves in a banket and hold the deceased person in position.
From the Medway, MA historical collection. These films were recorded by Stanley Chilson from Franklin, MA.
Originally published by Robert H. Derrah, By Trolley through New Eastern New England. (Boston, Mass., 1904),
“The Reservation Route”, pgs. 55-60.
as published at www.stoughtonhistory.com
Almost at the door of Boston, easily accessible by trolley, lies one of the greatest recreation grounds in the world, in scenery far superior to the parks of Parisand in its refreshing value surpassing London’s famous Epping Forest. Just over the Neponset valley from the city lie the Blue Hills of Milton, the ” mountains ” of the metropolitan district. The trolley tourist from Bostonto Sharon, famed far and wide for its healthfulness, passes along this great reservation, owned by the Commonwealth, and by a diverting side trip is able to reach its most beautiful parts. Taking a Mattapan or Blue Hill car at the Dudley Street terminal of the Elevated and riding out through ” Unquity-quisset,” as the Indians called this part of Dorchester, the terminus of the Boston line is at Mattapan, beautifully situated on the Neponset River, but the car runs through to Canton and Stoughton. Soon after leaving Mattapan the cars pass the residence of Arthur Merritt, owner of the famous Savinhurst Kennels, where a fine view is had of the Blue Hill range. Running between giant elms, one comes to the beautiful residence of Park Commissioner E. P. Whitney, with a fertile valley off to the left. From here the car speedily descends the hill, only to ascend another, from which a wider view is had to the right of the elegant residences of Brush Hill Road and other parts of Milton . On a street bordered by elms of giant proportions the car passes near the fine residence of W. E. C. Eustis and runs into another valley, where a glance to the right reveals Readville and buildings and track of the Trotting Association. Passing the Rotch estate on the left, with its ornamental pagoda, near which the line leads off to the right to Readville, the car leaves the fine residences, with their windmills scattered among the trees, and goes through another shaded section to Canton Avenue, the westerly entrance to the Blue Hill reservation, containing 4,857 acres and stretching away for miles on the left. At the base of the Great Blue Hill it is worth while to pause in the journey and make the climb to this peak, which commands such a magnificent view. The Great Blue Hill is 635 feet above sea level, and the road to the summit passes the Casino buildings and then leads off through a beautiful grove known as the Wolcott Pines, winding to the right up the hill through a growth of oaks and birches to come out upon the summit. Here is the Rotch Observatory, world-famous for its meteorological experiments made with kites, and from the bald summit on which it stands the eye roams over the wilderness to the eastward, the great city on the north, the seeming plains of southern and southwestern Massachusetts on the south, and with the opalescent sea shining in the far distance over the reservation takes in a range of scenery almost unsurpassed, all of which is described in an illustrated booklet for sale at the Casino building, entitled ” Great Blue Hill and the Reservation.”
A little beyond the Administration Road, after skirting the reservation for some distance, the traveler comes to Blue Hill Street, which leads off to Hoosic-Whisick Lake, or Houghton’s Pond, with its picnic ground, half a mile from which is Ponkapoag Pond.
Going on with the trolley journey, the car passes, on the left, the fine stables and race track of the late J. Malcolm Forbes, where some of the most noted blooded horses – Arion, Nancy Hanks, Binger and others – have been bred, conspicuous objects in a charming landscape, and passing the old “Cherry Tavern,” on the top of Cherry Hill, on the right, one soon comes to the little village of Ponkapoag, located among the rolling hills as they lead down to the valley, being part of the Ponkapoag Plantation, a grant of six thousand acres of land set apart for the Ponkapoag tribe of Massachusetts Indians in  by the town of Dorchester; on the left, partly hidden by a high fence, is Redman farm, the summer home of Thomas Bailey Aldrich, the well-known poet and author, where was written “From Ponkapoag to Pesth,” “Ponkapoag Papers,” etc. Passing the old burying ground, dating back to 1700, where ” Ye English Church” stood from 1754 to 1796, the car comes to Canton Corner.
Here on the right may be seen the Protestant burying ground, church, parish hall and public school, while on the opposite side is the Catholic cemetery. As the car enters Canton, the fine residences of Charles H. French and the Hon. Elijah Morse are passed on the right. Here a line runs off to the right to Canton Junction, connecting Norwood and other inland towns of southwestern Massachusetts by trolley. Canton , set off in 1797, occupies the site of one of the Christian Indian villages established by the Apostle Eliot. Here is the estate of Augustus Hemmenway, whose gift of the Canton Public Library, which the car passes, is a testimonial to his public spirit. Passing the post office, the car soon comes to ” Cobb‘s Tavern,” the junction of two trolley lines.
The one running off to the left takes one through West Stoughton to Stoughton, once a part of Dorchester , which gave up part of its domain to form the town of Canton. The early settlers once knew these now thriving towns as “Mount Hunger Fields,” but there are today ample evidences of prosperity on every side. At Stoughton connections are made for Brockton, Randolph, Easton and other points in all sections of the Old Colony.
From “Cobb‘s Tavern” the car gradually ascends through a most delightful country until Sharon is reached. This town is famed for the charm of its scenery, the purity of its atmosphere and the longevity of its residents. The original name of the town was Massapoag, and later it was called Stoughtonham, taking its present Scriptural name in 1765. Its highest land is Moose Hill, which commands a fine view off to the right, but it has many other hills, most of which are wooded with pine and hard woods. The flora of Sharon is extensive, and its wood violets are of remarkable size and fragrance. Besides its millponds there are two lakes, Wolomolopoag (“sweet water”) and Massapoag (“large water”), the latter containing 435 acres. The remarkable healthfulness of Sharon is by many attributed to the fact that no water runs into the town from any other town, while its own streams flow directly into several towns. This is because Sharon is situated on the highlands which form the watershed between the Neponset River and Narragansett Bay. Massapoag Lake, within a few minutes’ walk, is a most beautiful sheet of water, surrounded by summer residences and large hotels, and the drives and walks which can be reached from the terminus of the electric lines are many and varied.