The following is the first in a two-part series on the Burr Lane Burying Ground by local historian George T. Comeau. Click here to read the full text of part two, “A Dog with a Bone.” Running through the woods on Sunday afternoon in September 1969 were two boys from Sawyer Avenue here in Canton. The crisp […]
“Dear sir. — I have never ceased to look back with interest, not to say satisfaction, upon the short six weeks which I passed with you. They were an era in my life — the morning of a new Lebenstag. They are to me as a dream that is dreamt, but which returns from time […]
The following is an excerpt from “The Last Picture Show,” the latest installment of True Tales from Canton’s Past by local historian George T. Comeau. Marion Nay sits in the kitchen of the house she grew up in on Tolman Street. Her eyes sparkle as she brings out several spiral notebooks that she has kept […]
A blog on the Internet called “Massachusetts Bass Fishing Spots” extols the virtues of hidden fishing locales around the state. One entry in particular cites the Silk Mill Pond as a covert spot in Canton that might be of interest to anglers. The source writes of the secluded pond, “It gets pretty deep in the […]
This story was reprinted in the February 28, 2019 edition of the Canton Citizen. Canton sounds different — historically speaking. For one thing, no longer can one hear the sound of factory whistles, or a neighbor’s cow, or even the clinking sound of the milkman’s bottles. So much of our daily lives have changed over […]
The editor of this paper once asked me if I ever thought I might run out of subjects to write about in this column. The question really never occurred to me, owing to the fact that our history dates back more than 350 years. Add to that the pre-contact period of our native culture, and […]
What makes for great television is great storytelling. And currently running on our local access channel is a terrific story that brings to life the passionate and unrelenting personality of Deborah Samson. And although
In his mind’s eye he is a small child standing on the sidewalk in 1939 as the Memorial Day parade passes by. Looking out over the crowd from a small boy’s height, he sees his neighbors, friends, and all the people that make up this small, tight-knit community. Anthony presses against the skirt of his […]
This story was reprinted in the October 15, 2020 edition of the Citizen. The voice was human. Deep within the woods of the Fowl Meadow, the cries could be heard — melancholy crying that was supernatural and from another world. Indeed, the sounds that came from the Packeen Plain in 1770 were far beyond the […]
There is a wonderful little booklet published in the fall of 1909 that was printed by the Edison Electric Illuminating Company. The purpose of the pamphlet was to illustrate the advantages of developing commerce in the cities and towns adjacent to Boston. Largely, however, it was an economic publicity campaign to encourage the use of […]
