tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66429005579825199572024-03-17T22:59:15.548-04:00Hallowed Grounds & HistoryWelcome to the online news and history blog of Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc., Greenwich Connecticut USAHistoric Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.comBlogger379125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-22166190552503620192024-03-05T14:49:00.003-05:002024-03-05T15:39:24.891-05:00The Beecher Family School for Young Girls, Cos Cob at William H. Mead House, Cos Cob.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMr46lVOM6nieFhKQ3WbQpv_I3sfCUA6DIYOTlboAppxX5p2MkMmF5Wx0jHJjtUxmvpCV8OOW9_O2uaZYEqUDC0bEyNZV-9gWPDqJTAnbWKGAZtrbqVwXfiCBUTIlidoNZJ-KPIMXMiuox7H-kIhlvB1fCHvjDCCY65ySvgVrxTfuaDRpCcgNNymmJJQWm/s589/BeecherSchool.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="464" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMr46lVOM6nieFhKQ3WbQpv_I3sfCUA6DIYOTlboAppxX5p2MkMmF5Wx0jHJjtUxmvpCV8OOW9_O2uaZYEqUDC0bEyNZV-9gWPDqJTAnbWKGAZtrbqVwXfiCBUTIlidoNZJ-KPIMXMiuox7H-kIhlvB1fCHvjDCCY65ySvgVrxTfuaDRpCcgNNymmJJQWm/w427-h542/BeecherSchool.png" width="427" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It turns out that William H. Mead's house -where Cos Cob Elementary School is located today- was the home of a school for girls. The house was rented out by Caroline Smith Mead to the school for dormitory space and classrooms.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6VW5b-F6AI1cZ7XmI3f7bYa64EOp2oo-EtQnO_551DcXusurNTnhJfJmYqjLigRq0b8gF19ig6HXysSGJMa0OuV66-TjZkJhIvzQoUohxEZcPDkk815qArRw-sPIXf4njBI0iJ23BH1yGfvAjQi1xSAB89dcejEZz8GQXEsFdzFr0M7rL8xDcHsgEi5hn/s1999/WMHMeadHouse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1573" data-original-width="1999" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6VW5b-F6AI1cZ7XmI3f7bYa64EOp2oo-EtQnO_551DcXusurNTnhJfJmYqjLigRq0b8gF19ig6HXysSGJMa0OuV66-TjZkJhIvzQoUohxEZcPDkk815qArRw-sPIXf4njBI0iJ23BH1yGfvAjQi1xSAB89dcejEZz8GQXEsFdzFr0M7rL8xDcHsgEi5hn/w501-h395/WMHMeadHouse.jpg" width="501" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The school was operated by members of the famous Beecher family -as in Henry Ward Beecher and Harriet Beecher Stowe. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The list of references is impressive. Names include Mrs. Henry Ward Beecher; Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe; Samuel L. Clemens (Mark Twain); Rev. Yarrington of Christ Episcopal Church, Greenwich, and so on. (See the third page in the link below). </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Above is an image of the cover page of a brochure promoting the school. <a href="https://iiif.lib.harvard.edu/manifests/view/drs:43767456$1i" target="_blank">To see more visit this link to Harvard Library. </a></span></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lRPTZpPG_Xd7qAV4omsrnhmiAx5jIpeszPKTvAlhl7Q9_-Vp_Rv1_uIeZRiXE_tlGP6RKIxh0yhfRBAOf2J6yk8YMsujEIhEUkf5mfrUWEiDTYTt78AZM0dGcakR-MR_bnmUuewl5wXVxtYa6uP1TfGZbCEaGLeOgODxsFUzoozXuErV4PPClP3SzkuL/s2000/CosCobSchool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1501" data-original-width="2000" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lRPTZpPG_Xd7qAV4omsrnhmiAx5jIpeszPKTvAlhl7Q9_-Vp_Rv1_uIeZRiXE_tlGP6RKIxh0yhfRBAOf2J6yk8YMsujEIhEUkf5mfrUWEiDTYTt78AZM0dGcakR-MR_bnmUuewl5wXVxtYa6uP1TfGZbCEaGLeOgODxsFUzoozXuErV4PPClP3SzkuL/w521-h391/CosCobSchool.jpg" width="521" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cos Cob Elementary School.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-49902542875932491352023-12-23T08:50:00.005-05:002023-12-24T20:03:31.368-05:00Greenwich Life As It Is-And Was: Edward Mead and His Beautiful Home-Other Prominent Men (1923)<p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTs6yorpXkkkPGQ92rLbvPWjJ4eaZ6gKFyG5vw5kGppTvOyHuqU1YfvaduhE865MZWEo2AcKaV8AqO552LuBlaZ0uBVpuKQpz52Vv5eksUbhd1ecULOItjkqHLyHMPGEZ_xcMssK0jXQ6dn9JuUmYJCRYHhaEgRfQAiaHS2zlCqy6Rfwon1t8TStfWEhL8/s2048/1a.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1398" data-original-width="2048" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTs6yorpXkkkPGQ92rLbvPWjJ4eaZ6gKFyG5vw5kGppTvOyHuqU1YfvaduhE865MZWEo2AcKaV8AqO552LuBlaZ0uBVpuKQpz52Vv5eksUbhd1ecULOItjkqHLyHMPGEZ_xcMssK0jXQ6dn9JuUmYJCRYHhaEgRfQAiaHS2zlCqy6Rfwon1t8TStfWEhL8/w547-h372/1a.JPG" width="547" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Edward Mead House (1832). Known as 'Boxwoods,' it is at the <br />intersection of East Putnam Avenue and Indian Field Road. </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Source: Greenwich News and Graphic: Friday, June 8, 1923. L.B. Edwards. Page 7, Column 1. </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY30n-kqCVnbLZoOEUZgMDJGsOn9fw8WGoCr9TrNjxkhW4YoqSNiU0x_bHzTdgY6B8TIsCzuxkeqYywr6lc3YZYdSafgp9NKtc-ocdYRqSHdkBvT4jBZqppBO1yvR9_viQ2G-fjxFuIFRQJr4pZEel8lR57Ed7p77Z8xRMT-pRYN-oJjh9Ii34axHoERL-/s501/GRNLIFE.E.Mead.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="310" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY30n-kqCVnbLZoOEUZgMDJGsOn9fw8WGoCr9TrNjxkhW4YoqSNiU0x_bHzTdgY6B8TIsCzuxkeqYywr6lc3YZYdSafgp9NKtc-ocdYRqSHdkBvT4jBZqppBO1yvR9_viQ2G-fjxFuIFRQJr4pZEel8lR57Ed7p77Z8xRMT-pRYN-oJjh9Ii34axHoERL-/w345-h558/GRNLIFE.E.Mead.png" width="345" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the article of a few weeks ago, relative to the strong men, mentally and physically, living in Greenwich about the time the Greenwich Graphic was first issued, the statement was made that there may have been others.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKZO0LTc1IsvsQ3sqEEoQ48gN3JmN2TltJkXGHxLIca-sKcVmxubkMpUtM3i60fKRIGTNV_vYdk4zWBuMcvw0Z-jpJ5Ij0H9ucPAFnyys5VTirRG7K2oaFTj7srwi6wEkqxfpkkW3Q-TYJeST9znp-5AmfZS35hUmg7D9vUbj-CRudXAlucUgP6ruGNTk/s3661/EMead.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3661" data-original-width="2191" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKZO0LTc1IsvsQ3sqEEoQ48gN3JmN2TltJkXGHxLIca-sKcVmxubkMpUtM3i60fKRIGTNV_vYdk4zWBuMcvw0Z-jpJ5Ij0H9ucPAFnyys5VTirRG7K2oaFTj7srwi6wEkqxfpkkW3Q-TYJeST9znp-5AmfZS35hUmg7D9vUbj-CRudXAlucUgP6ruGNTk/w324-h540/EMead.jpg" width="324" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interred in New Burial Grounds Assoc. Cemetery,<br />next to the Second Congregational Church of Greenwich. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">One in mind was Edward Mead. He passed away a few years previous to that time, but for the greater part of his life was contemporaneous with them. He was a man so universally respected, and of such admirable qualities of character that some mention should be made of his life in the community.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">He lived on what may be called the ancestral estate, a large farm located on the Boston Post Road, the land being situated on both sides of that now greatly traveled thoroughfare, in the vicinity of what is now Indian Field Road and in the fine white frame two-story and a half house on the north side of the road, having been a conspicuous landmark for years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fhqFYnA6tTqswkJLKnX3ranDd_zGV4XqdpEWnE1prAVVuk_yMTIdZuXV5SHlCnXmIZS4bHckvcD16SKO21MEBgqdzAG4LyB2gYlSSNDjabweCvqsGF0IYrBaZ51obdR0gaJXqvEMlNB-aDTT1p4B5H0i34IWq7BmCS_fSoaumvE0LY9TJmfSWDw-yGwM/s1887/2a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1887" data-original-width="1809" height="486" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fhqFYnA6tTqswkJLKnX3ranDd_zGV4XqdpEWnE1prAVVuk_yMTIdZuXV5SHlCnXmIZS4bHckvcD16SKO21MEBgqdzAG4LyB2gYlSSNDjabweCvqsGF0IYrBaZ51obdR0gaJXqvEMlNB-aDTT1p4B5H0i34IWq7BmCS_fSoaumvE0LY9TJmfSWDw-yGwM/w466-h486/2a.jpg" width="466" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">The farm has been in the possession of this branch of the Mead family for a longer period of time than any other farm has been owned by any one family in the Town of Greenwich, it is safe to say, members of Edward Mead's family still owning most of the farm and living in the attractive house.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Until a few years ago there was a number of farms that had been owned by one family in each instance, since pre-Revolutionary days, but they have now become the costly estates for which Greenwich is noted.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOeL4Mpo3Af0z7YeWAko-bKLlOZpfXdQHGYVtdREON5n5v1moI52gFalY4yru0zn_p0yKM3vDQ9t_tYMG92JJp5PbQ4eWw1MDVmOHIzllWxBCcAHfCrgPZqgoo9lP30eqpd2KTAz0557dVp_tg53D5zcgk4hRzL3Hgjalz3tXYEyuvhiMkT5Nj4DUltgO/s800/DanielMMead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="648" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOeL4Mpo3Af0z7YeWAko-bKLlOZpfXdQHGYVtdREON5n5v1moI52gFalY4yru0zn_p0yKM3vDQ9t_tYMG92JJp5PbQ4eWw1MDVmOHIzllWxBCcAHfCrgPZqgoo9lP30eqpd2KTAz0557dVp_tg53D5zcgk4hRzL3Hgjalz3tXYEyuvhiMkT5Nj4DUltgO/w406-h502/DanielMMead.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Mead's son, <a href="https://greenwichfreepress.com/around-town/remembering-daniel-merritt-mead-who-served-his-county-in-a-time-of-chaos-and-confusion-112491/" target="_blank">Daniel Merritt Mead</a> was the first Captain of Company I, Tenth Connecticut Volunteers. Benjamin Wright, father of Wilbur S. Wright, was made lieutenant when the company was organized, and when Daniel Merritt Mead was promoted to Major of the regiment, soon after the Greenwich company had gone to the front Benjamin Wright was made captain. Robert M. Wilcox, vice-president and secretary of the Putnam Trust Company, is a grandson of Edward Mead. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Previous to 1832 the house in which the Mead family lived was situated on the opposite side of the street from the present residence. In 1832 the present house on the north side was built and when completed was considered in every way one of the finest houses in Greenwich. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipsQ9dJfYp4rxXXL2FiAlqlk83gDCrx8kfxDKnXY9FRfzP8NwhlC2yxETwEnvFjj0Y_9wQCp9lwWOggQJQuSqkMKWGagQYxNtNFV2d0WNFdc-Z9g2Eb8mHU0p6hqb5F1ozQDxqp-WVU8AQK55nkt9oBEY0wsMP4kY1mnMAq635soHrmG9ltZM994KYRfD/s2048/1832-6.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1422" data-original-width="2048" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipsQ9dJfYp4rxXXL2FiAlqlk83gDCrx8kfxDKnXY9FRfzP8NwhlC2yxETwEnvFjj0Y_9wQCp9lwWOggQJQuSqkMKWGagQYxNtNFV2d0WNFdc-Z9g2Eb8mHU0p6hqb5F1ozQDxqp-WVU8AQK55nkt9oBEY0wsMP4kY1mnMAq635soHrmG9ltZM994KYRfD/w452-h314/1832-6.jpg" width="452" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the rear side of the Edward Mead House (1832). </td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Stage coaches were making regular trips between New York and Boston then and the attention of the passengers in them almost always was called to the house as one worthy of especial notice on the stagecoach route.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">But the chief feature of interest was the front door entrance; that is probably the most beautiful one architecturally of any house in the Town of Greenwich. There are those much more costly, but none of more artistic appearance. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftnlTq6FQQ0yR4fz_LyBZLPGj5106JmzgPxEjaWfAhlJjPQnHq_kWBNyKM5aeYYZ2TrlXRjvxBcoO_KoOZ5YuLLqt9Yl6kU5BD_i26M-4VWqj_snezCkxeArdfScDrOmZDPUoJd8Lw0vwWkfsbXTlWtUaMHh-IG2mKOzmJs0PQtpHIhC4Woxb4Gd7eHJW/s3000/20ff63ed-5b43-4180-aac6-1486092d7b37_2173.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="2173" height="487" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftnlTq6FQQ0yR4fz_LyBZLPGj5106JmzgPxEjaWfAhlJjPQnHq_kWBNyKM5aeYYZ2TrlXRjvxBcoO_KoOZ5YuLLqt9Yl6kU5BD_i26M-4VWqj_snezCkxeArdfScDrOmZDPUoJd8Lw0vwWkfsbXTlWtUaMHh-IG2mKOzmJs0PQtpHIhC4Woxb4Gd7eHJW/w353-h487/20ff63ed-5b43-4180-aac6-1486092d7b37_2173.jpg" width="353" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The entrance became so noted that the attention of Wallace Nutting the artist, whose pictures and colors have been sold in large numbers in all parts of the country, was attracted to it, with two young ladies of Greenwich dressed in colonial style, ascending the front steps, <a href="https://www.getty.edu/art/collection/object/1049CD" target="_blank">the title of the picture being, "A trip to the Squire's."</a> (See above)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Other objects that are of interest at the front of the house are the box shrubs. There are three of them, gigantic specimens each side of the front steps having one and they are probably 92 years old, the same number of years as the house. The one in the garden just west of the front lawn is 114 years old, having been planted in 1809.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGcU24fHlju-iPnlLK7-jXNprjlmUStjx-onXQMT_BiCMIuV5uPggKb5CPGyI69XBvQthyphenhyphennHrJI-UheDl_skyOCJ_tIcnjRLlY5MCTC0W4tQX2ZOqVriGLbZPuQhi-af_cyJIrkiWrkkjQXXegu4Ss8iKzurw5Vhf0icHSC3rj2BVskuT2ANJStRJ0vF6/s512/MiloMead.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="480" height="441" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGcU24fHlju-iPnlLK7-jXNprjlmUStjx-onXQMT_BiCMIuV5uPggKb5CPGyI69XBvQthyphenhyphennHrJI-UheDl_skyOCJ_tIcnjRLlY5MCTC0W4tQX2ZOqVriGLbZPuQhi-af_cyJIrkiWrkkjQXXegu4Ss8iKzurw5Vhf0icHSC3rj2BVskuT2ANJStRJ0vF6/w413-h441/MiloMead.JPG" width="413" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another old resident who should receive special attention is the <i>'Sage of New Lebanon,'</i> as he was called, Milo Mead, whose memory is revered by the older residents of the East Port Chester District, for which section he was always ready to spend his money and time to improve in every way possible, and although he did not succeed in having the name changed to New Lebanon, much to his regret, that did not deter him from working for the interest of that section. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">He gave away his land and money freely for public improvements. He was a fine old man, and it was certainly a great pleasure to talk with him. He lived in the little story and a half frame house on a knoll at Byram Shore facing Long Island Sound, from which there was an unmolested view of Long Island and the Sound. The house looked somewhat incongruous situated near the fine residences of Byram Shore, but certainly added a picturesqueness to the scenery thereabouts that it would not otherwise have had.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuNJDEwstdcLTPYXMxs45qgB9hJBzI9k4ntg728xZucOV2wHva5g7yA9PwWfDzCx2bHU9iZpUzRBch8OEu6huzcHprCWfYqoAUOFfVdyNuRKgeNUlHTVS3zrBPvsEBQIZ_C2nRmk75E3rkks0842ZxOAgsrMI_sIOedmRr8fBbGGGCr7GF35Q7vWSIXSP/s1170/Screen-Shot-2015-06-27-at-2.39.33-PM-1170x753.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="1170" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbuNJDEwstdcLTPYXMxs45qgB9hJBzI9k4ntg728xZucOV2wHva5g7yA9PwWfDzCx2bHU9iZpUzRBch8OEu6huzcHprCWfYqoAUOFfVdyNuRKgeNUlHTVS3zrBPvsEBQIZ_C2nRmk75E3rkks0842ZxOAgsrMI_sIOedmRr8fBbGGGCr7GF35Q7vWSIXSP/w588-h378/Screen-Shot-2015-06-27-at-2.39.33-PM-1170x753.png" width="588" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Mead's latch string was always out, and he welcomed stranger as well as friend to his home,And he welcomed stranger as well as friend to his home, and seemed delighted to talk about New Lebanon and the days that have passed during his long life in Greenwich. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">He had amassed a considerable fortune that he had acquired by the sale of a large part of his farm land for Byram Shore residences. He always lived the simple life, however, and was noted for his generosity and kindness of heart as well as his interest in New Lebanon.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then there was Shadrach M. Brush. What a fine old gentleman he was too! Having deserved reputation for his over gentle disposition, yet, it was not always that way, according to a statement made by him in the presence of the writer. He had an ungovernable temper when a boy and young man, and only narrowly escaped injuring a companion by losing it. That taught him a lesson and ever after that time he controlled his temper and was known to be a man of the gentlest ways. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Brush was a public spirited man. Besides the fine farm in Stanwich that is still owned and occupied by members of his family, Mr. Brush possessed large holdings of real estate located in the Borough, much of which he improved. He was engaged in retail business in the borough for a number of years, retiring after he had become advanced in years, his sons succeeding him. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">His home in the Borough was sold not long ago to the Knights of Columbus for their headquarters, which makes a central and desirable location for this prosperous organization which makes a central and desirable location for this prosperous organization, so well known for activities in the late war.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><br />Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-19434422099861712112023-12-03T09:24:00.011-05:002023-12-03T22:03:12.459-05:00Greenwich Life As It Is-And Was: Mrs. Caroline Mead's Real Estate Promotion and Success (1923)<p>Source: Greenwich News & Graphic. <i>Greenwich Life As It Is-And Was: Mrs. Caroline Mead's Real Estate Promotion and Success</i>, By Lucian B. Edwards. Second Section, Page 1.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_CuLezpfHDHMh-N_FYrPi3uBBp9JObQaF_-yTjVCZ6FjDePQi1xH0uFuQdXzoaTyGLQtpPzotSQfSEQF3DnJlT6v4pQU4AIABcR4aHT-d8PfEF2sYPiNAyzThzfzFKhcLmmzKEgSr8jvLXMADo_KY9IX-Cl4cEwHIcDtZw52BQnPkRi0kGD8PCnK1K7U/s2048/D258.02.03.%20Caroline%20Smith%20Mead.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1707" height="519" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY_CuLezpfHDHMh-N_FYrPi3uBBp9JObQaF_-yTjVCZ6FjDePQi1xH0uFuQdXzoaTyGLQtpPzotSQfSEQF3DnJlT6v4pQU4AIABcR4aHT-d8PfEF2sYPiNAyzThzfzFKhcLmmzKEgSr8jvLXMADo_KY9IX-Cl4cEwHIcDtZw52BQnPkRi0kGD8PCnK1K7U/w433-h519/D258.02.03.%20Caroline%20Smith%20Mead.jpg" width="433" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Caroline Mills Smith Mead.</i><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The first of Greenwich farming land to be developed into residential sites was owned by a woman who promoted what proved to be one of the most successful real estate operations ever planned for Greenwich.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She was Mrs. Caroline M. Mead of Cos Cob, widow of William H. Mead, "White Oak Bill" he was called by almost everybody who was acquainted with him, to distinguish him from another William H. Mead who had a saddlery shop on old Church Road, and was known as "Saddlery Bill."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There were so many families living in the town half a century or longer ago, by the name of Mead, that the surname was seldom mentioned when the men of the families of that name for spoken of or two. It was always "Lyman," "Cornelius," "Henry," "William J.," or other of the given names.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">"White Oak Bill" began to sell off some of his extensive farmland centrally located at Cos Cob, before the Belle Haven Land Company was organized, to purchase the Bush farm for development into "high-class" residential sites.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCv8Y9lVFwKKpoLhz1df1RNHEr5489wkywrEuj6C-y6SmSM2bhyphenhyphenPnIyn6AscWXFea6VN5PiNs5itd4pSf2dmRRbrcH1yPsxm74EuydmQzoj6pmBfyYrVYs4KKHP7-rjmcxgdTfH9SBeV96gfh-JqXV7bETkbTbrO4DgOjQdTJv0LExnV6gdUKRX-0uz4qK/s1600/WMHMeadHouse.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1082" data-original-width="1600" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCv8Y9lVFwKKpoLhz1df1RNHEr5489wkywrEuj6C-y6SmSM2bhyphenhyphenPnIyn6AscWXFea6VN5PiNs5itd4pSf2dmRRbrcH1yPsxm74EuydmQzoj6pmBfyYrVYs4KKHP7-rjmcxgdTfH9SBeV96gfh-JqXV7bETkbTbrO4DgOjQdTJv0LExnV6gdUKRX-0uz4qK/w529-h357/WMHMeadHouse.JPG" width="529" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Mead home, now the site of Cos Cob Elementary School. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">William H. Mead's farm consisted of quite a large number of acres located on both sides of the Boston Post Road near Strickland Pond. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The house in which the family lived was of the Colonial architecture, a large two story frame dwelling facing the southeast having a spacious piazza along the entire front. It was located on the site of the present Cos Cob school building, the street now called Orchard Street passing the front. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Between the front fence and the street was a wide lawn, such as was customary to have a front of most of the houses in. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">When the Mead house was built long before the stage coaches stopped making trips over the highway, the residence and the enormous white oak tree, that stood on the lawn just in front of the gate opening to the premises, were conspicuous objects of interest to in the stagecoaches.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IflQvatHYbD0nsNcIUF_qIia3oUtfUmWFwLE8G84UK0MrMe8d3KkJvUEnYzPj819Osym6t251vGtucU7KOYAs7s8KRL6tVifejz4wCKmxhtTfP9_JaQSHa85kvgPy_2OTm8xhW0T3-e-0ZuAle9eSGry5VF5nIK25dELe2kqfBNaOZ_4dGzrFw7PT3Br/s808/Screen%20Shot%202015-09-18%20at%209.15.04%20PM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="808" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IflQvatHYbD0nsNcIUF_qIia3oUtfUmWFwLE8G84UK0MrMe8d3KkJvUEnYzPj819Osym6t251vGtucU7KOYAs7s8KRL6tVifejz4wCKmxhtTfP9_JaQSHa85kvgPy_2OTm8xhW0T3-e-0ZuAle9eSGry5VF5nIK25dELe2kqfBNaOZ_4dGzrFw7PT3Br/w526-h327/Screen%20Shot%202015-09-18%20at%209.15.04%20PM.jpg" width="526" /></a></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This white oak tree had more than local fame. It was a big tree at the time of the Revolutionary War, and when the Mead family lived on the farm it had a circumference of at least 30 feet at the base, and the diameter of the trunk was not less than 10 feet at the narrowest part. Its great branches spread across both highways and over the house. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In a gale that occurred many of the branches were broken off and the remainder were removed where they grew out from the trunk. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">There was a big opening at the base, and the boys and girls of Cos Cob used to play around the old oak, hiding in the interior. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Finally the old trunk became unsafe and it was taken down, thus removing the last vestige of one of the important landmarks of the vicinity.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">William H. Mead really began the development of his farm land into residential sites. <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/nationalregister/14995523841" target="_blank">He opened Mead avenue through his land from the Boston Post Road to the River Road, making a fine wide street, and the lots very large.</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Fine houses were seen in process of building, the latest to be erected being that of Frank Lockwood, at the northeast corner of Mead Avenue at the River Road which was completed some fifteen or twenty years ago. <a href="https://greenwichhistory.org/river-road-mead-avenue-historic-district/" target="_blank">It was called the "Fifth Avenue" of Cos Cob and was considered the select residential section of that part of the town. </a></span></p><p><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gQXMYN-eJ5mJneuu8AXUHtXI1IbhuwYTZjs1-GsubBtpLMO3b4ctrcbDNUrE37F-bWM8pKHK4etTQeyWTixSyo-moAgOGBlVw-dJlcAJB92qQx-fF-fUvnXPzZH3WNUaExbYIbiivZPaojtuXmI4sWxb7_vV4ptU3F4yJpTM8rJCndeFWidWbXO-n0Ik/s2048/IMG_20151026_111931.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1441" data-original-width="2048" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gQXMYN-eJ5mJneuu8AXUHtXI1IbhuwYTZjs1-GsubBtpLMO3b4ctrcbDNUrE37F-bWM8pKHK4etTQeyWTixSyo-moAgOGBlVw-dJlcAJB92qQx-fF-fUvnXPzZH3WNUaExbYIbiivZPaojtuXmI4sWxb7_vV4ptU3F4yJpTM8rJCndeFWidWbXO-n0Ik/w503-h354/IMG_20151026_111931.jpg" width="503" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Mrs. Mead, who was a tall, slender woman of energy, progressive ideas and unusual executive ability, had an attractive cottage built on a lot on the south side of the Post Road, north of Mead Avenue, to which she moved from the old house which she leased <a href="https://iiif.lib.harvard.edu/manifests/view/drs:43767456$1i" target="_blank">to Mrs. James Beecher, sister-in-law of the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher, where Mrs. Beecher had a young women's and girls school where Mrs. Beecher for a number of years.</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Then Mrs. Mead started on her successful real estate career. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She opened a street some 300 feet or more west of Mead Avenue, extending to Strickland Pond on the south and west, calling it Relay Place, where lots were sold and houses erected. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Across the street from her cottage between the Post Road what was in early days called the King's Highway, was a triangular plot extending from Orchard Street to Diamond Hill. This land was divided into small smaller lots and a number of cottages were soon built on lots.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Joseph Lockwood, "Joe" they called him, who had become proprietor of the Greenwich drug store, purchased one of these building lots and had a two story frame building put up, the lower part having two stores and the upper part two flats. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In one of the stores he opened a drug store, selling it to Dr. Lockwood of Stanwich, who conducted the store for a number of years. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">A grocery business was located in the other store, and there were indications at that time that there would be quite a business section in that vicinity. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Later however, a brick store building and garage were built at "The Hub," where the retail business of Cos Cob has since continued.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3skCOhMR9oUx1DS1Mfn3Unk1HeaiqLyE2QXBa7dz0ajZfo7vFNimrWkOsAsYtDPJAAFExM8fGw7xAiq90akwjjcL8lkp6UlYOWTiHjldy9NO__NZjJwZ7T1dfPHWE-cQFpD_19cfMZjpZ7UFg2n7VJfezcBy9698fGTYxflnL43dtiqEPhx2v3Y8lQcs/s2048/Map292.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1655" data-original-width="2048" height="467" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3skCOhMR9oUx1DS1Mfn3Unk1HeaiqLyE2QXBa7dz0ajZfo7vFNimrWkOsAsYtDPJAAFExM8fGw7xAiq90akwjjcL8lkp6UlYOWTiHjldy9NO__NZjJwZ7T1dfPHWE-cQFpD_19cfMZjpZ7UFg2n7VJfezcBy9698fGTYxflnL43dtiqEPhx2v3Y8lQcs/w577-h467/Map292.jpg" width="577" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mead Circle: Suburban Avenue and other streets in Cos Cob. </td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Mrs. Mead opened a street just east of Strickland Brook, from the Post Road north and curving to the road east, where a large number of very desirable building lots, that were easily sold at large prices for that time, were developed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">They were good-sized lots and attractive houses were built, Mrs. Mead always insisting that houses built on the lots she sold should be attractive and a credit to the locality. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">She called the section Mead Circle. In recent years Mead Circle which is so desirably situated for cottages in every way, accessible to trolley line, desirable neighborhood and attractive surroundings, has been rapidly "built up."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Formerly Strickland Pond, the tide mill pond that furnished power for the grist mill on the Cos Cob Landing, and a fine fishing pond for snappers, crab and smelts, would be nothing but an unsightly mud pond for part of the time each day, when the tide was out. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr9ePNCCp70VTtC64YokZKVWQ9OTGHpWbLcal4qkpfVP_25G0OERgjbGKdK1bxSwu_xbpKSOGrnzpTKhuVQ2kQK5J4bsmX_g1bqNUQ9Em4srf2Ufh8OrQOuSkwxQnzry9PeX61-TL685S7Mpnl6mFyCIHBmrPmhx4lvSMqRaLtVVQYztoPVJ5PCAXZzay/s1200/CosCobMill.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="940" data-original-width="1200" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr9ePNCCp70VTtC64YokZKVWQ9OTGHpWbLcal4qkpfVP_25G0OERgjbGKdK1bxSwu_xbpKSOGrnzpTKhuVQ2kQK5J4bsmX_g1bqNUQ9Em4srf2Ufh8OrQOuSkwxQnzry9PeX61-TL685S7Mpnl6mFyCIHBmrPmhx4lvSMqRaLtVVQYztoPVJ5PCAXZzay/w464-h364/CosCobMill.jpg" width="464" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grist mill at Cos Cob Landing. Strickland Pond is to the left. Cos Cob's <br />Bush Holley House would be behind the photographer's vantage point. </td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">After the grist mill ceased to grind, the sluiceway was closed so that water remained in the Strickland Pond all the time, making the section more attractive that it had ever previously had been. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">But the water became stagnant and offensive so a plan was devised to open the sluiceway at frequent intervals and that objection was easily overcome.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Mrs. Mead was actively engaged in the selling of her lots for a number of years, accumulating a considerable fortune in addition to that she had previously processed, from the sale of her lots. She sold her lots on easy terms to desirable purchasers, and offered every inducement to such persons to buy and build houses. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Advancing years and family health compelled her to give up business activities and she retired for a quiet life, always however, seemingly intensely interested when questioned about her real estate operations. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSuvUE4qD-DdeyrmZVq0H_gvy8967Cd_TQo0Eo7rpNI-0NMMjXNEjK7aG6hz-71ZnsR7Nr8nq5tLmdn-ocX1trXi41kqR2WZRAtci0NjDfybwflK0JoRbe7xhPa2yci-l26VQhyphenhyphenf_WOR7CxcpaeURYVQXnzlhqG3OhakBB6aBmxH-NdFpAl-zdxB-PeYS/s2048/8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSuvUE4qD-DdeyrmZVq0H_gvy8967Cd_TQo0Eo7rpNI-0NMMjXNEjK7aG6hz-71ZnsR7Nr8nq5tLmdn-ocX1trXi41kqR2WZRAtci0NjDfybwflK0JoRbe7xhPa2yci-l26VQhyphenhyphenf_WOR7CxcpaeURYVQXnzlhqG3OhakBB6aBmxH-NdFpAl-zdxB-PeYS/w385-h513/8.jpg" width="385" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkItTLRnj4XEHgPXegdxoKv4TeMDSE8SNMpHrutxoo7XHFThc5f99jcYJeCH20SeJGOJDBvhBJtP0xd64MbmV5pyc9YxCkkZqq4luLDwJqaatjwOQ0H0rIEHXI5vPw-0UuzLHcCeG8BARWpB1Up_MZJab853Lu7sIRHJQM_vfaQo9FUWk5c_QK4bvAv8L/s2048/9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkItTLRnj4XEHgPXegdxoKv4TeMDSE8SNMpHrutxoo7XHFThc5f99jcYJeCH20SeJGOJDBvhBJtP0xd64MbmV5pyc9YxCkkZqq4luLDwJqaatjwOQ0H0rIEHXI5vPw-0UuzLHcCeG8BARWpB1Up_MZJab853Lu7sIRHJQM_vfaQo9FUWk5c_QK4bvAv8L/w380-h506/9.jpg" width="380" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">For more information on Caroline Mill Smith Mead see the following:</span><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">ANNOUNCEMENT: Caroline Mills Smith Mead Memorial Garden and Mead Family Cemetery at Cos Cob <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2021/01/announcement-caroline-mills-smith-mead.html" target="_blank">(Click Here)</a></span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Obituaries: Caroline Mills Mead (1910). <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2015/07/obituaries-caoline-mills-mead-1910.html" target="_blank">(Click Here)</a></span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Obituary: Caroline Mills Mead (Greenwich News, 1910) <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2012/11/obituary-caroline-mills-mead-greenwich.html" target="_blank">(Click Here)</a> </span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Funeral of Mrs. Caroline M. Mead (1910). <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2015/08/funeral-of-mrs-caroline-m-mead-1910.html" target="_blank">(Click Here) </a></span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Caroline Mills Smith Mead's Real Estate Developments in Cos Cob <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2015/10/caroline-mills-smith-meads-real-estate.html" target="_blank">(Click Here)</a></span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Portrait: Caroline Mills Smith (died 1910) <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2015/08/portrait-caroline-mills-smith-died-1910.html" target="_blank">(Click Here) </a></span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Mrs. Caroline Mead Makes Many Bequests (1910) <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2015/11/mrs-caroline-mead-makes-many-bequests.html" target="_blank">(Click Here) </a></span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2021/07/update-caroline-mills-smith-mead.html" style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: black;">UPDATE: Caroline Mills Smith Mead Memorial Garden/Mead Cemetery, Cos Cob Mill Pond</span></a> <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2021/07/update-caroline-mills-smith-mead.html" target="_blank">(Click Here)</a> </span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); margin: 20px 0px 0px; position: relative;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Re-introducing Ebenezer Smith (died 1873) and his wife, Rhoda Page and Charles E. Smith <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2015/08/re-introducing-ebenezer-smith-died-1873.html" target="_blank">(Click Here)</a> </span></h3></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">The Smith Family Cemetery in the Roxbury section of Stamford, Connecticut. This is where Caroline Mills Smith Mead's ancestors are interred -including her mother, Rhoda Smith.<a href="https://www.ctgenweb.org/county/cofairfield/pages/cemetery/cm_stmfrd/old.htm" target="_blank"> (Click Here)</a> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p></div>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-76017651531201821362023-11-30T21:35:00.002-05:002023-12-01T07:23:38.980-05:00Their Golden Wedding: Mr. & Mrs. Isaac Lewis Mead and Greenwich Fifty Years Ago (1905)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-cLKF0zArhU9zsVUtATLqtyc-J16pZ-o-_QbYQqFMqq7idoaRi-eFoJVBtdOW0ItM2DMsjui7ogEHCCfpp_FYBZS0KjdtVDa6hjN86OJXkr2g3vdivMVhXh0o9K3-svcBYLZxsLDGL_1o6RBR7kUjVELF3hcseFA5Vj7EaaeSo5fCRM1YDpgcTrrEqWSi/s592/GoldenWedding.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="592" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-cLKF0zArhU9zsVUtATLqtyc-J16pZ-o-_QbYQqFMqq7idoaRi-eFoJVBtdOW0ItM2DMsjui7ogEHCCfpp_FYBZS0KjdtVDa6hjN86OJXkr2g3vdivMVhXh0o9K3-svcBYLZxsLDGL_1o6RBR7kUjVELF3hcseFA5Vj7EaaeSo5fCRM1YDpgcTrrEqWSi/w481-h338/GoldenWedding.png" width="481" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Source: The Greenwich Graphic. December 2, 1905. Page 5. </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. and Mrs. I. L. Mead Receive Congratulations- Talks with Graphic About the Greenwich for 50 Years Ago. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. and Mrs. Isaac L. Mead held an informal reception at their home last Monday in observance of the 50th anniversary of their wedding. During the day more than a hundred persons paid their respects to the couple. Besides these Lombard Post G. A. R. called in a body, the deacons of the Congregational Church and the school visitors, as well as representatives of Acacia Lodge A and F. M. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Many pretty presents were received by the pair. Among them were a gold Grand Army badge presented by Lombard Post, a gold lined silver fruit dish presented by the visitors and a gold Masonic emblem for Mr. Mead and a gold brooch for Mrs. Mead presented by Acacia Lodge.</span></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw-wHwsJY9FOf3r_p4gdkgMgpTbkl35Hot6niXTMotPK2_c9p3oYYDtfVEy0TQszmmByWoUQqJ2cFv2vXhQ6Kwj6iugCI8WOxXkvf41KhWTFZwe994U1yOR_x72t2RJhWFVmr7y-Oi9JH0MzSAIdwydLNbPA7FcXeeXpnDjoI-wEExOBOnCUuV3WRFGSs/s999/p17151coll8_421_large.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="999" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFw-wHwsJY9FOf3r_p4gdkgMgpTbkl35Hot6niXTMotPK2_c9p3oYYDtfVEy0TQszmmByWoUQqJ2cFv2vXhQ6Kwj6iugCI8WOxXkvf41KhWTFZwe994U1yOR_x72t2RJhWFVmr7y-Oi9JH0MzSAIdwydLNbPA7FcXeeXpnDjoI-wEExOBOnCUuV3WRFGSs/w541-h353/p17151coll8_421_large.jpg" width="541" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif" style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 14px; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;">Isaac L. Mead House, Lafayette Place, Greenwich. Circa 1890. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Mead is a native of Greenwich, there can hardly be found a man who has for so many years kept in such close touch with the town. His naturally fine intellect has preserved all its keeness and his physical faculties have not been impaired by age with the exception of his eyesight which he has almost entirely lost.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"There has been a great change in Greenwich since 50 years ago to-day," he said reminiscently to the GRAPHIC. "At the time I was married it was but a little village which had but little intercourse with the outside world. The railroad had been put through but a short time and a trip to New York was infrequent indeed to the average Greenwichite." </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"I think at that time there were but six houses of what is now Greenwich Avenue. The avenue was a mere road from the Post Road down to what is now the Steamboat dock. There were no sidewalks and the road was often in such a condition that it was necessary to walk out into the lots to get out of the mud. The road was considerably used even before the railroad was put in, in going from the upper part of town to Capt. Caleb Merritt's sloop wharf.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"This sloop of Captain Merritt's plied between here and New York and was for a great many years a much used mode of transportation, not only of freight but of passengers. The sloop ran once a week. It started in the evening and if the weather was good generally arrived in New York It started in the evening and if the weather was good and generally arrived in New York somewhere near dawn.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"The business section of the town for the most part was near the corner of Sherwood Place and Putnam avenue was near the corner of Sherwood Place and Putnam Avenue, though there there were one or two stores, though there there were one or two stores adjacent to the building which is now called the Lenox House. The hotel was called the Mansion House and was kept by Mr. Augustus Lyon. It was the only hostelry in this part of the town.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvBT22dm4gN5pNC2Sv03WeE2o6i3SbXQM5CQM0PNz7WgZJz63wSI7uVePMDrBlqaaeYozJuEIhowspAiQBITmiB4Cc5R79JvFv3uXhMdGSDv24DZ_a6HjqOH9x_zOQlAzkhWrGyRp0qyUI1QKwVoodWuQCjYqaup_QnZSlXAYy6JFQcbScw9BKEFjss09/s800/GRMAVE1890.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="800" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvBT22dm4gN5pNC2Sv03WeE2o6i3SbXQM5CQM0PNz7WgZJz63wSI7uVePMDrBlqaaeYozJuEIhowspAiQBITmiB4Cc5R79JvFv3uXhMdGSDv24DZ_a6HjqOH9x_zOQlAzkhWrGyRp0qyUI1QKwVoodWuQCjYqaup_QnZSlXAYy6JFQcbScw9BKEFjss09/w485-h311/GRMAVE1890.jpg" width="485" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Greenwich Avenue, 1890.</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"There were no public improvements in town then, if you accept the roads. They were not even lights. I remember the first time lights were put on Greenwich avenue. I think it was just prior to the war, when the 8th regiment of militia was camping on Mr. Sandford Mead's lot. I was then a member of the Board of Burgesses and I realized that there would be a great many people passing between the railroad and the campground and that there ought to be lights on Greenwich avenue. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXn2quu4rOMEuDgy-n0FEVSGB1TnQurhTI1m97qhRIM5HK4JtFRh9pFP53IJ6YwKO6beSAtwPEbWskjU6mZFPALTrYS_LdRcYI7EkrLxyFoD68ceTkFD_2tNfri_8w2iGN4BdRtsY0wPl-rnjGpu0AXkxBrnIbwNClYxxwq7pQXwxn6RYZe-YeK6UHpME/s1200/Americus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1122" data-original-width="1200" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXn2quu4rOMEuDgy-n0FEVSGB1TnQurhTI1m97qhRIM5HK4JtFRh9pFP53IJ6YwKO6beSAtwPEbWskjU6mZFPALTrYS_LdRcYI7EkrLxyFoD68ceTkFD_2tNfri_8w2iGN4BdRtsY0wPl-rnjGpu0AXkxBrnIbwNClYxxwq7pQXwxn6RYZe-YeK6UHpME/w427-h399/Americus.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>"At that time the Americus Club had a clubhouse on Indian Harbor Point where Mr. Benedict's place is now. They used great many lamps to light the woods up when they held an entertainment of any sort. I went to the club and as it was about time for it to close for the year, asked them for the use of the lamps. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">"When I got them I had them fixed to the trees all along Greenwich avenue. Those were the first lights on the avenue, but it was a long time before any were permanently placed there. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Practically no one outside knew of town, then, as a summer resort. One of the first people to make a summer home here was William L. Tweed. It was he who brought the Americus Club which through its members helped to spread the fame of Greenwich as a beautiful summer place.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Then of course other people traveling through the town on the railroad noted its beauties and came here to try them. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UrULthOu4zM6kRsoLP4SRwCK9Vd8Vc0RZKVybUFYvrc_sm2HL9mFgAGvcxyquB8G1c5SVb0gvdj44uOoUdTQx5BorGpcpQ8rfZLhaUEpwuRQbCDhkcy9roBfxNqA0NR7TmCChkHut548F0Vy_gxxmyMG3GiJDP24cTKSwSZ7EYud971OsYG0hztJW-Vz/s600/EC_Benedict_Estate_in_Greenwich_CT.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="600" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UrULthOu4zM6kRsoLP4SRwCK9Vd8Vc0RZKVybUFYvrc_sm2HL9mFgAGvcxyquB8G1c5SVb0gvdj44uOoUdTQx5BorGpcpQ8rfZLhaUEpwuRQbCDhkcy9roBfxNqA0NR7TmCChkHut548F0Vy_gxxmyMG3GiJDP24cTKSwSZ7EYud971OsYG0hztJW-Vz/w439-h358/EC_Benedict_Estate_in_Greenwich_CT.jpg" width="439" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Indian Harbor, Commodore E.C. Benedict's home. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"There is a rather amusing story told of the late Mr. H. M. Benedict, brother of Mr. E. C. Benedict whose elegant villa here is one of the most magnificent in the country.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"For some reason or other Mr. Benedict had come to town and he visited the cemetery. For some reason or other Mr. Benedict had come to town and he visited the cemetery. Going through it and reading various inscriptions, he remarked that there were an almost amazing number of persons who had died at the ages of eighty or ninety or even older. </span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVaObh_PWhkhZJIXLYwmCjqnBcgyg6tJG4lV9Wk5JJS0UmI9haQGP0LjW7oI9PAZaUiR3m_QnBIy7Bha7kTwEdywmuE65xu3Th1mdjvr9cEndzzn3D_IYBhG-MCUsG0t6qp0VpqSlnAW6duyQc9WJcHVVj-nnSwERJYxv1zh8-BEm6lrzDOtgIpfJdZiY/s1600/44Cem.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1160" data-original-width="1600" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVaObh_PWhkhZJIXLYwmCjqnBcgyg6tJG4lV9Wk5JJS0UmI9haQGP0LjW7oI9PAZaUiR3m_QnBIy7Bha7kTwEdywmuE65xu3Th1mdjvr9cEndzzn3D_IYBhG-MCUsG0t6qp0VpqSlnAW6duyQc9WJcHVVj-nnSwERJYxv1zh8-BEm6lrzDOtgIpfJdZiY/w459-h333/44Cem.jpg" width="459" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Burial Grounds Association Cemetery, Greenwich. It is located<br />next to the Second Congregational Church.<a href="http://writingsofjeffreybinghammead.blogspot.com/2014/10/burial-ground-rich-in-greenwich-history.html" target="_blank"> (Read here).</a> </td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Ha,"he said with a smile, "if the place is so healthful that they all live to be eighty or more, it's just the place for me.' Somewhat later he came here to live, whether partly because of the incident or not, I don't know. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebf9NVJD94Cm7ziKVuoSNYQIJxcrZjVG-W8jWsKkE43WKRbd0ufGc7PEghZ2ODxJPK0jpveYqJF6T16_m2KwJoH8YHej9rud_xbLTH612CFcmpyY4CooINeRPr_lDnKU_1G4TTjA7JYMywc07yYh-pzAUUScfjo-zL6sXCr7tq9QoVpv0_k-gS6wFNBjT/s1200/Henry%20Benedict.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="942" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebf9NVJD94Cm7ziKVuoSNYQIJxcrZjVG-W8jWsKkE43WKRbd0ufGc7PEghZ2ODxJPK0jpveYqJF6T16_m2KwJoH8YHej9rud_xbLTH612CFcmpyY4CooINeRPr_lDnKU_1G4TTjA7JYMywc07yYh-pzAUUScfjo-zL6sXCr7tq9QoVpv0_k-gS6wFNBjT/w336-h428/Henry%20Benedict.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Seven years ago he died at an age that was not less than those he had marveled at, graven in the old cemetery." </span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-46340355859745525302023-11-24T20:41:00.004-05:002023-11-24T20:41:47.199-05:00A Farmer's Opinion: Selling the Town Farm (1905), by Solomon Stoddard Mead<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZeBBIy16oX7-YoqXh1qDrPE6KiZHaFs_tUvuxV2Ggazv5rmkNmTOxkygLEmawsmNCCAPCY-qQ-0gb8_oQvBLopgN0RRptb8zXiYjF-qy9EMKoFjnZjbEXTczyIJbqusiZRgUSAegY3DaucddRJs6g0RYNGO6Rf1rrfYQBRXPP7L-KAbgXvULhK-Hx40QW/s468/Screen%20Shot%202016-01-23%20at%207.23.59%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="359" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZeBBIy16oX7-YoqXh1qDrPE6KiZHaFs_tUvuxV2Ggazv5rmkNmTOxkygLEmawsmNCCAPCY-qQ-0gb8_oQvBLopgN0RRptb8zXiYjF-qy9EMKoFjnZjbEXTczyIJbqusiZRgUSAegY3DaucddRJs6g0RYNGO6Rf1rrfYQBRXPP7L-KAbgXvULhK-Hx40QW/w342-h447/Screen%20Shot%202016-01-23%20at%207.23.59%20PM.png" width="342" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Solomon Stoddard Mead. </td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Source: The Greenwich Graphic. December 2, 1905. Page 4. </p><p><span style="font-size: large;">On Tuesday afternoon I attended a town meeting in Bruce's New Town Hall held to take into consideration the propriety of selling the present town farm and removing the inmates to some other location in Greenwich. When I arrived at the hall it was already full to overflowing, and the meeting had already commenced. I could not hear one word to that was spoken, but I saw there was something going on inside by the uplifted hands of the people. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I should think there was fully 1200 in the building at the time, and standing outside and in the entry way. Who was moderator, I had no idea, or what the people were voting for or against, and it is my opinion that far too many did not know how they voted, nor were their votes properly counted. No person could count those with any degree of accuracy at the time, and I look upon the whole transaction as a farce and a fizzle.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Now I am opposed to selling the town farm as it is the best possible plan to take care of the poor people of Greenwich. There they have all the comforts and benefits that could possibly be vouchsafed to them. It is a very healthy place. They can working raise vegetables and amuse themselves. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Now if it was my case and perhaps I shall get there myself in the near future I should feel it was much more to my comfort to be on a farm than confined in a sanitarium. It was said to me that the farm was objectionable to the millionaires of Greenwich, that they can did not like the idea of living on the road over the hill to the poorhouse. Now where can they live if they do not come in sight of the poorhouse or the sanitarium or the poor people themselves. I cannot see any advantage arising by changing the poor. I cannot see any advantage arising by changing the poor. I can see they would be much better off as they are. A life in prison is much worse than a life on a beautiful farm like the present home for the poor of Greenwich.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I was not at all satisfied at the way the meeting was managed. I feel no one knows how many voted yes or voted no and also how many of them voted that had no right to a vote. I understand many millionaires were there and had everybody that they could control; to vote to sell the poor farm. Even gave them a holiday to do so and how much else I know not. These things are managed in a curious way, but in a way to reach the object for which they are sent. I think the meeting was all wrong and if voted at all should be done by ballot and only the persons who are legally qualified should be allowed to vote. I for one object to the whole proceeding of Tuesday's vote on the question of selling the town farm. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">SOLOMON S. MEAD</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1heymLt7WSaWTK89mWmLislTylcu4ljlHQkhhVlI39u9Nxo9_0q9jrHjBtm_AZk_zCa030-sHqS500_6n0S0BRH8Nfp1aNxqLO_Yx9zuJ4IY1_bE8GNLZPAjxNUzojwVIfNV0VwZYH1V68YE-mSy85azJHCu9TNf0AfIcMftFMYhmyif-WglbNm-Co__U/s1188/Letter.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1188" data-original-width="269" height="1606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1heymLt7WSaWTK89mWmLislTylcu4ljlHQkhhVlI39u9Nxo9_0q9jrHjBtm_AZk_zCa030-sHqS500_6n0S0BRH8Nfp1aNxqLO_Yx9zuJ4IY1_bE8GNLZPAjxNUzojwVIfNV0VwZYH1V68YE-mSy85azJHCu9TNf0AfIcMftFMYhmyif-WglbNm-Co__U/w361-h1606/Letter.png" width="361" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-9090122512067078192023-10-15T21:10:00.007-04:002023-10-22T07:15:34.530-04:00THE MYSTERIOUS VAULT & OPENING THE MYSTERIOUS VAULT (1894)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOMaTBMIXMrI0P-e_bCkwRcfdRkryItxoIuCnV6Fm6zp9fV2ke70VX1HJiQHZiQ-4ZKv4pqlvf4megyFlEjtsP9jL_VtGejIHlm9xhpNa56EGeVDcX2Sb34xfvRExdKD0skhkoqvj29CUIPw21FNg65SqudL1L2Rl3rabfltVSn85Ym9MjrXY9WWgij3H/s3553/BushVault.jpg" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #747474; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3553" data-original-width="3031" height="443" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOMaTBMIXMrI0P-e_bCkwRcfdRkryItxoIuCnV6Fm6zp9fV2ke70VX1HJiQHZiQ-4ZKv4pqlvf4megyFlEjtsP9jL_VtGejIHlm9xhpNa56EGeVDcX2Sb34xfvRExdKD0skhkoqvj29CUIPw21FNg65SqudL1L2Rl3rabfltVSn85Ym9MjrXY9WWgij3H/w378-h443/BushVault.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="378" /></a></div><p> </p><p style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">BUILT BY SMUGGLERS, IT BECOMES A BURIAL PLACE FOR THE DEAD-MY ANCIENT FRIEND'S STORY.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Source: The Greenwich Graphic: March 17, 1894. By Ezekiel Lemondale, a.k.a., Judge Frederick A Hubbard.</span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://greenwichatownforallseasons.blogspot.com" target="_blank">To be featured on the Halloween, 31st of October, 2023 episode of the Greenwich, A Town For All Seasons Show Podcast.</a></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times;"><i>The Railroad Company, at its own expense will re-inter the bodies of the dead under the supervision of an undertaker, and such re-internment, if desired, will be in ground provided by the Company.</i> </span></span><span style="font-family: times;">H. Lynde Harrison</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">These were Judge Harrison’s words, addressed to the Railroad Commissioners at the Greenwich station last week, and duly reported in the GRAPHIC. The business of the hour was the submission for approval of the new layout, and the locality being discussed was the private cemetery on the Dougan property, near the Field Point Road.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Whose bones are to be lifted from beneath the rattle and roar of the consolidated trains? I have never heard of such a cemetery, and even Mr. Parker was in doubt of its existence. But he promptly sent a hall boy for my ancient friend who gave me its entire history. I repeat as nearly as I can the old man's words.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“About the year 1750 there came to this town from New York one William Bush, a young man of great wealth, the only son of a retired shipping merchant. His shoe buckles were of the finest wrought silver and his small clothes were of the choicest silk. He had the swiftest horses, the sleekest oxen and the greatest herd of sheep of any man hereabouts, and his acres were broad and fertile. He built him a home that was the talk of the town, and when he died he left a will duly probated January 8, 1802 that disposed of a large estate.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The century in which he died is still with us, but no one in life to-day remembers William Bush. My knowledge of him comes from my father, who was his neighbor and who regarded him with the highest esteem. His landed property included a large part of the southern portion of the town, and extended east almost to Cos Cob. Its northern boundary ran across the Field Point Road near the residence of James R. Mead.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“The cemetery was laid out by Captain Bush, as he was called, about five years after his arrival in town, and was designed wholly for a family burial place. But in the years immediately following the Revolutionary war, the burials there were numerous and the graves were made on all sides, far beyond the present narrow limits of the cemetery. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">On the outskirts many slaves were buried, and the pick and spade of the Italian during the coming summer, will turn up many an unexpected thigh-bone. The use of the cemetery has never been limited to the lineal heirs of Captain Bush, and many of his collateral heirs were buried there. Hence we have the names upon the stones of Bush Mead, Mary A. Sherwood, Matthew Mead, Mrs. Stephen Marshall, Rebecca Gilmore, Polly Mead and Justus B. Mead</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“In the center of the plot is a vault, the roof of which is nearly level with the surrounding ground, and to one unacquainted with the fact, its existence would be unsuspected.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“A weird story, the truth of which has never been questioned, is told of this vault and the proof of its truth will be revealed when the old vault is laid open to the sunlight. Before the Revolutionary War, Great Britain levied a tax upon imports to the American colonies, the West India trade being included in the impost. The tax upon sugar, molasses and rum was particularly obnoxious to the colonists, and smuggling these commodities into the country through Long Island Sound, was indulged in to a considerable extent. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Smuggled goods were secreted in barns, potato clears, amid caves in the rocks and in most cases beyond the reach of the revenue officers, although at times arrests and punishment followed such violations of the King’s law.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“One night, several years after Captain Bush had laid out his cemetery and two of his children have been interred there, he saw a light moving it a mysterious way through the grounds. The next night he looked for it, again but saw nothing, and as the graves were undisturbed, the fact soon escaped from his mind. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">A month or two after that he saw the light again. It came and it went like the flickering of a great candle. He called his dogs, and with his flint-lock over his shoulder he strode across the fields, to find nothing but a quiet burial place, with the mute, white headstones of his two children reflecting in the starlight. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">It troubled Captain Bush, for he feared that his nerves were breaking down and that the strange lights were but the fancies of a weakened mind. So he said nothing but watched from his window and noted every two or three weeks the peculiar coming and going of the light. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">He observed also that on the nights when he saw the light a strange black schooner, long, low and rakish, lay at anchor just outside Field Point. Sometimes he saw her come to anchor before the sun went down, but oftener she crawled in at the edge of the evening as the shades of night were settling across the water. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“That the presence of this black schooner was accountable for the lights in the cemetery he felt certain, and he may have suspected their meaning, for on one occasions, in the broad daylight, he made his negro servant dig beneath the lovely lying sod in the cemetery yard. And the digging revealed the great wonder of those colonial days. Beneath the sod was a vault, unknown to the Captain, and supported, strange to say, by an arch of sea shells, many of them great tropical conch shell, wedged in one beside the other, and keyed in place by the battered fragments of coral reef. There was a noisome, musty smell in the place that suggests between decks of a slaver, and the slimy ooze upon the floor smacked of rum and molasses. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“I never heard the value of the smugglers' treasure, but Captain Bush had all the barrels rolled into his cellar and many a glass of that Santa Cruz rum was drank by the great open fireplace in Captain Bush's hospitable home.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“No one ever knew when or by whom that vault was built but that it was built, and of sea shells, too, is very certain. And Captain Bush, to keep the smugglers out, he said, used to it for a vault for the dead, and scores of bodies, including the old captain's, were placed there in the years that followed.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“When the vault is torn to pieces this summer, and for the first time in one hundred and twenty-five years the sunlight reaches all its odd nooks and corners, and touches the glittering bits of ancient sea shells, you will realize that I have told you nothing but the truth.”</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); 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padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="428" /></a></div><span style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: times;"><br /></span><p style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;"></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">Opening the Mysterious Vault</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The Greenwich Graphic. May 19, 1894, Page 1. </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">By Ezekiel Lemondale, </span><span style="font-size: large;">a.k.a., Judge Frederick A Hubbard.</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Featured on the Halloween, 31st of October, 2023 episode of the Greenwich, A Town For All Seasons Show Podcast. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">IN DISCLOSES A SIGHT THAT MAKES EVEN THE UNDERTAKER PALL-IT IS ESTIMATED THAT FIFTY BODIES WERE ENTOMBED HERE-NO CLUE AS TO THE IDENTITY OF ANY ONE OF THEM-THE INSIDE OF THE VAULT PRESENTED A SCENE THAT MIGHT BE LIKENED TO A NIGHTMARE. </span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“We have opened that mysterious vault that the GRAPHIC had a description of a few weeks ago," said <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2009/12/obiturary-isaac-l-mead-1913.html" target="_blank">undertaker Mead </a>to a representative of this paper of the last week.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">"Mr. W. S. Waterbury and myself are going down there early to-morrow morning, and don't you want to come along with us to see what the mysterious vault has disclosed?”</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Bright and early Saturday morning <a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2009/12/obiturary-isaac-l-mead-1913.html" target="_blank">Undertaker Mead </a>and Mr. Waterbury with their cameras, and the writer, were at the door of this vault. Mr. Mead had to given instructions to his men to disturb nothing whatsoever inside of the vault until after he had taken a picture of it.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">What a sight it presented, this dark recess–the abode of the dead–as we gazed inside, standing in the doorway! It was like a horrible nightmare after eating a hearty Thanksgiving dinner. The floor of the vault was covered with a mass of debris that once were human bones. There were skulls and all the bones that make up the body lying promiscuously around. There did not seem to be any coffin or anything that looked like such a receptacle. But these had all probably rotted away and left nothing but what was white and hard. Mr. Mead thought that there must be about fifty bodies represented by these remains. It seemed to him that the coffins had been piled up one on top of another, and that the lower ones had rotted away, being the oldest, and the top ones had gradually fallen down until finally they had become mixed in one pile of bones.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mr. Mead and Mr. Waterbury succeeded in taking a very excellent photograph of the inside of the vault, a copy of which lies on our table as we write, and it is a picture suggestive, realistic, and a shudder comes over one to look at it. </span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 5px; position: relative;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpv_x12JvUxlZECoN6aA5LyMraYeTxNmZLLdjFTGWskQbITTGeKoFzrn1wtZRsM-YbjqEBFJSsrcCqd-wrqG6ta3qdkP3RBohyx5bJA3yvZHJXEexfEeHUk5VJDhdyp0Ixy66F_njTxlEKF59RsiGQ2D-kLr8bKbdYWy4Qv3aULDu90TM0wequJ72qXol/s4160/BushPlotPutnam.jpg" style="color: #747474; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3120" data-original-width="4160" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpv_x12JvUxlZECoN6aA5LyMraYeTxNmZLLdjFTGWskQbITTGeKoFzrn1wtZRsM-YbjqEBFJSsrcCqd-wrqG6ta3qdkP3RBohyx5bJA3yvZHJXEexfEeHUk5VJDhdyp0Ixy66F_njTxlEKF59RsiGQ2D-kLr8bKbdYWy4Qv3aULDu90TM0wequJ72qXol/w500-h375/BushPlotPutnam.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 0px 0px 0px; border: none; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;" width="500" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 10.5600004196167px; text-align: center;">Putnam Cemetery, Greenwich, Connecticut. </td></tr></tbody></table><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;"><br /></span><p style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;"></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">One day last week, three carriages drove into the grounds of the Putnam Cemetery. They contained H. Lynde Harrison, Undertaker I. L. Mead, George G. McNall, James R. Mead, Henry Mead, Thomas Ritch and John Dayton. After some little consultation Mr. Harrison agreed to purchase for the New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad a plot of land twenty feet square, situated on the west side of Putnam Cemetery. This plot was obtained for the purpose of a burial place for the bodies to be removed from the vault and the cemetery back of the Mansion House, of which land the New York, New Haven and Hartford Railroad Company are to construct their additional tracks.</span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; color: #666666; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 5px; position: relative;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmwrRXDH-ESyipyl_-lCKKvJskkBculfBTq_4JyMa02fEYNthM745ExvmOYfTRH0MZzs3RsW4_HQRq6hxro29nr88ORnDpGjQf0OTGOlYm6mShLNBgOR4yN_UXVi8Kp40vyU4UGw_XNjXAWknFUBNF2noFPFqmdDJDDrvVQYevb-r7liXwvXsGxxKiQ8N/s3594/NEW.ILMeadBuilding.jpg" style="color: #747474; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3594" data-original-width="3066" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdmwrRXDH-ESyipyl_-lCKKvJskkBculfBTq_4JyMa02fEYNthM745ExvmOYfTRH0MZzs3RsW4_HQRq6hxro29nr88ORnDpGjQf0OTGOlYm6mShLNBgOR4yN_UXVi8Kp40vyU4UGw_XNjXAWknFUBNF2noFPFqmdDJDDrvVQYevb-r7liXwvXsGxxKiQ8N/w360-h422/NEW.ILMeadBuilding.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 0px 0px 0px; border: none; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 0px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; position: relative;" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 10.5600004196167px; text-align: center;">The Isaac Lewis Mead Building, Greenwich. </td></tr></tbody></table><span face=""Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif" style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><p style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;"></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The contract for removing these bodies was given to<a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2009/12/obiturary-isaac-l-mead-1913.html" target="_blank"> Undertaker I. L. Mead</a>, with instructions to enclose all the remains found in the old vault in the center of the lot in Putnam Cemetery, and to remove all the other bodies to separate graves in this plot and to put the stones at the head or foot of them, as they were found in the old place. The mound in the center for those who were entombed in the vault to have a slab over it with a proper inscription to indicate where the remains came from.</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">On Thursday of last week, Mr. Mead, with a corps of workmen, began the work of removing these bodies. They knew where the vault was situated, and so dug down at the end of it to a distance to a distance of about three feet, and there they found the doorway of the tomb. </span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">At one time there had been a door hung on hinges, but this had been taken away, evidentially, and the aperture had been stoned up. It did not take long to force an entrance here, and by Friday the vault was opened for Mr. Mead's investigation. It seemed to the workmen as though the vault was full of bodies and those last there had determined to put in one more, and the last coffin had been placed in such a way as to give the impression that the opening was stoned up to keep it in place–– in another words the vault was as full as it could hold the last body was put into it, which was about thirty years ago. </span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">We said that there was nothing to show the identity of the bodies in the vault, but they did find one plate on which was the name of Brown, and this was all. So far as they could judge from what little woodwork could be seen, the coffins were not enclosed in the second box. Mr. Mead very carefully and thoroughly gathered up the remains in this vault and enclosed them in a very large box, and this was interred in the mound at Putnam Cemetery. There were about twenty-five single graves in this old cemetery; and they have all been opened and the contents carefully removed to their new resting place in Putnam Cemetery.</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mr. Mead thinks that the cemetery was a very old one, for he says he could not turn up the soil in any portion of it to any depth without coming across some bones. It is more than probable that this graveyard was used before the Revolutionary War, and that up to within about thirty years ago, and it was the cemetery for Horseneck.</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">These are all the names that could be deciphered on the head stones, Sarah, wife of Bush Mead; Bush Mead; Nancy, wife of Matthew Mead; Matthew Mead; My Mother, Pamelia, wife of Steven Marshall; In memory of Rebecca, wife of William Gilmore; In memory of Justin B. Mead; In memory of Polly Mead; To the memory of David Bush; Sarah, wife of David Bush, (David and Sarah are deposited in the vault); In memory of Samuel Bush; In memory of Ann Bush; Mary Aphelia, daughter of William and Mary Sherwood; Susan Denton; John Anderson John Anderson and wife.</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The last body placed in the cemetery was H. Jane Davis, wife of a William Davis, June 17, June 17, 1867, aged 36 years.</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Mr. Mead expects to have all the bodies removed this week. He has superintended the work himself, and no one could have exercised more care or done the work more conscientiously and thoroughly than he has. Thus doth the hand of time and the march of progress compel the old to give way to the new.</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdxm3LXcAlEv8wEAbMVlPxQsQWfFMa05PxPrN42xzLKePVK7BkbKc-r_bS-zMANF0T01y0WCm17piQ6ab7O6T0_CyQX0Wi0Em-hRBrV4tz28bOk550UBb4hQkMQ5eyAAzSRbdCRwsJcfjxa6eDh8PEOLRkrD-14rSNOesdvxWy9ds9YfkalKANSu8ja3L/s1500/Archives.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1500" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdxm3LXcAlEv8wEAbMVlPxQsQWfFMa05PxPrN42xzLKePVK7BkbKc-r_bS-zMANF0T01y0WCm17piQ6ab7O6T0_CyQX0Wi0Em-hRBrV4tz28bOk550UBb4hQkMQ5eyAAzSRbdCRwsJcfjxa6eDh8PEOLRkrD-14rSNOesdvxWy9ds9YfkalKANSu8ja3L/w490-h326/Archives.jpg" width="490" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">*The following was shared by John Bridge, Research Assistant with the Greenwich Historical Society's archival staff:</span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>"The only William Bush who seems to fit the bill is Dr. William Bush (1737-c1802), son of Justus Bush and brother of David Bush of Bush-Holley House.<u></u><u></u></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><u></u> <u></u></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>"He was born in Greenwich, and therefore would not have arrived from New York in 1750 as the only son of a retired shipping merchant -which, of course, might describe Justus Bush.<u></u><u></u></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><u></u> <u></u></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/214086598/william-bush" target="_blank">"Dr. William Bush’s will was, in fact, probated on January 8, 1801.</a></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><u></u> <u></u></i></span></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i>"We may never know who was finally buried in the Bush Cemetery at the mouth of Horseneck Brook, including the possibility of there being among them enslaved persons."</i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">UPDATE from John Bridge, Greenwich Historical Society Archives, October 20, 2023:</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">The most accurate depiction of the cemetery appears to have been captured in a circa 1897 photograph taken from 350 Field Point Road looking northeast to Second Congregational Church:<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); clear: both; color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirIbWlfq1fvJqbsXmv3CDYpDw0l1sAGZJwdj2wiJf2wNC-L7zXiEtoBF3cG7rjuvJZNizjvJkIsHX_i0kfHKm44EaVa6K0s4CZR8iUwdWbyrcgmVURljY6xOvW7zMytOPnW7GhUy8QICvnqc3HThBYHlRuDnXuiXGtpeHRio00_ievDuxN1tHM_ewoJ4Y7/s720/image007.jpg" style="color: #747474; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="720" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirIbWlfq1fvJqbsXmv3CDYpDw0l1sAGZJwdj2wiJf2wNC-L7zXiEtoBF3cG7rjuvJZNizjvJkIsHX_i0kfHKm44EaVa6K0s4CZR8iUwdWbyrcgmVURljY6xOvW7zMytOPnW7GhUy8QICvnqc3HThBYHlRuDnXuiXGtpeHRio00_ievDuxN1tHM_ewoJ4Y7/w573-h318/image007.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="573" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">A closer view reveals a cemetery in what seems to be the correct spot and, of course, I have found no mention of any other cemetery being located near the Bush cemetery:<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); clear: both; color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvQsrqI5zUGJIG-QcyomJFfP2RYcRQuJaeUAU4IHxNpGZqhpSPbGhaT6fLk7mDu5Z3eHbNvc-UU3LAO9YLXcrsC6Q9Q1Y1YLPc2u-oFUgnhBHLV6GVKxCsdVYzFvaFI4Vv_LPP116TXtbJ9u0YsiZ4n-40AkLZnThFcHdcSjMX2Ue1jDIjijaQXJtQBzI/s720/image009.jpg" style="color: #747474; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="244" data-original-width="720" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvQsrqI5zUGJIG-QcyomJFfP2RYcRQuJaeUAU4IHxNpGZqhpSPbGhaT6fLk7mDu5Z3eHbNvc-UU3LAO9YLXcrsC6Q9Q1Y1YLPc2u-oFUgnhBHLV6GVKxCsdVYzFvaFI4Vv_LPP116TXtbJ9u0YsiZ4n-40AkLZnThFcHdcSjMX2Ue1jDIjijaQXJtQBzI/w640-h216/image009.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="640" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;" /></span></p><p style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><b><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">The photograph is circa 1897, but if the cemetery was moved in 1894, that photo must be anachronistic.<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">According to an email received from a requestor in 2020, Dr. C. Boetsch [the creator of several Bush Family records on “<a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=http://findagrave.com&source=gmail&ust=1697938104446000&usg=AOvVaw0gZfg0GzwRdCe_ArWCG8hb" href="http://findagrave.com/" style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">findagrave.com</a>”], the cemetery can be approximately located using coordinates “41.020474, -73.631767” based on an 1867 map and newspaper articles by Frederick Hubbard from 3/17 and 5/19 1894:<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">“Located on the east side of Field Point Road north of Horseneck Lane, the site is now covered by the<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">tracks of Metro-North Railroad's New Haven Line.<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">“The burial ground was situated about 400 feet northwest of Bush's gristmill (built between 1716 and 1719)<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">and about 400 feet west of the Justus Bush farmhouse at Horseneck (built before 1760 and demolished<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">about 1869). Bush's gristmill was positioned on the north bank of Horseneck Brook near Horseneck<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">Harbor (which was later called Bush's Harbor and is presently known as Greenwich Harbor).<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">“An estimated seventy-five or more burials were described when the cemetery was dismantled in 1894. A<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">few identified and many unidentified remains were removed to Section B of Putnam Cemetery that same<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">year. Other unmarked burials may remain in place.”<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></i></p><p class="m_-3807185980192910870MsoListParagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in;"><u></u><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><u></u><i><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">Dr. C. Boetsch<u></u><u></u></span></i></p><p class="m_-3807185980192910870MsoListParagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in;"><u></u><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><u></u><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/2714857/bush-family-burial-ground&source=gmail&ust=1697938104447000&usg=AOvVaw1vZve3oAlIIuZj58Gz_jcC" href="https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/2714857/bush-family-burial-ground" style="color: #1155cc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">https://www.findagrave.com/<wbr></wbr>cemetery/2714857/bush-family-<wbr></wbr>burial-ground</a><u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">1867 Map<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); clear: both; color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaoo_lmuiKfhT7vToIXBgFvxEzne2ha3PV9XEqcTsWUztSo_lW8c0UudUBvqb5wb-8OGLmYbwP5DG_p_etcXzJf4z9x_T_tbMNZZpLumaRNKWnwvTSQIgoY-RkZ8uNl-P9J6fA8zeJlN2Ek2i71UXC9Qtf0Xtut14m3XSL2caccdMGFXga7mUGrolGZDw/s554/image017.jpg" style="color: #747474; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="422" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJaoo_lmuiKfhT7vToIXBgFvxEzne2ha3PV9XEqcTsWUztSo_lW8c0UudUBvqb5wb-8OGLmYbwP5DG_p_etcXzJf4z9x_T_tbMNZZpLumaRNKWnwvTSQIgoY-RkZ8uNl-P9J6fA8zeJlN2Ek2i71UXC9Qtf0Xtut14m3XSL2caccdMGFXga7mUGrolGZDw/w301-h395/image017.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="301" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">2023 – Red Label indicates coordinates “41.020474, -73.631767”<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); clear: both; color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCw-QZjS-kcDUhQLXwuKGEZ-XTvAv-d7PltoR9rah9oVOOJqcibjCL_3loMSXNX6tbHz0NkNtPi-YeXLE0Kq7qtZ3SV7X4v84AHzpkxIqG5Q8GqBeizWJsyviNmnq1Zor-ZdxqSCSqjrWmHD7IE2ba7831AailxiIcnfzk5fJewfmBG30zovupkcr_aFa/s521/image019.jpg" style="color: #747474; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="521" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjCw-QZjS-kcDUhQLXwuKGEZ-XTvAv-d7PltoR9rah9oVOOJqcibjCL_3loMSXNX6tbHz0NkNtPi-YeXLE0Kq7qtZ3SV7X4v84AHzpkxIqG5Q8GqBeizWJsyviNmnq1Zor-ZdxqSCSqjrWmHD7IE2ba7831AailxiIcnfzk5fJewfmBG30zovupkcr_aFa/w482-h395/image019.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="482" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">The other geographical descriptions of the cemetery do not provide an exact location:<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><p class="m_-3807185980192910870MsoListParagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in;"><u></u><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><u></u><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">“private cemetery on the Dougan property, near the Field Point Road”<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="m_-3807185980192910870MsoListParagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in;"><u></u><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><u></u><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">“cemetery directly west of the Mansion House”<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="m_-3807185980192910870MsoListParagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in;"><u></u><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><u></u><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">“the present freight yards of the New Haven stand where once was the cemetery”<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="m_-3807185980192910870MsoListParagraph" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.75in;"><u></u><span style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Symbol; font-size: 11pt;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><u></u><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">“the vault and the cemetery back of the Mansion House”<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><b><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">1890 Miller Robbins Map<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></p><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); clear: both; color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrvklUW2Q3su9q6HZlI0oCJnL9Q9I3HuIwSHxL_RLGumDDlAU6Jt1lqXn4mkgP5RQE6QE77p0xqFyo2vfL4Ok36jmT4Pric9TMRyJTELxlm1WPemTBln6Q6XCAIkNUcWtyez-pw4Q86iSHkAO2VQN6qYhPCggWLb_7K21pw2FxWVzYkmuu4bouQW8ruMl/s553/image027.png" style="color: #747474; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="401" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrvklUW2Q3su9q6HZlI0oCJnL9Q9I3HuIwSHxL_RLGumDDlAU6Jt1lqXn4mkgP5RQE6QE77p0xqFyo2vfL4Ok36jmT4Pric9TMRyJTELxlm1WPemTBln6Q6XCAIkNUcWtyez-pw4Q86iSHkAO2VQN6qYhPCggWLb_7K21pw2FxWVzYkmuu4bouQW8ruMl/w369-h509/image027.png" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="369" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in 0px 0.5in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><b><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">Curiously, in 1893, the Borough of Greenwich Map clearly shows the other downtown cemeteries, shaded in green:<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><b><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); clear: both; color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbcHkeSM2q44lWCuGA52XQ_7SwDO8ZOrTqKSJfN4-kLhb-Lh4UmocyauffwWFk5dERhoU-vZtRlPz4mFI2VBfH2gmsfIqW8XPjwmSrpe40bMVNn5L7b4mXRxhUc-mgrhvyea8nd9V9PAe6FxszjP6S9f3pQbrRAG766JnQxbvF0MyZMc-_sbxeWB4_PJw/s637/image029.jpg" style="color: #747474; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="637" height="479" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbcHkeSM2q44lWCuGA52XQ_7SwDO8ZOrTqKSJfN4-kLhb-Lh4UmocyauffwWFk5dERhoU-vZtRlPz4mFI2VBfH2gmsfIqW8XPjwmSrpe40bMVNn5L7b4mXRxhUc-mgrhvyea8nd9V9PAe6FxszjP6S9f3pQbrRAG766JnQxbvF0MyZMc-_sbxeWB4_PJw/w486-h479/image029.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="486" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px;" /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><b><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;">Map showing the eventual re-tracking of the railroad. The original tracks ran along the Old Field Point Road and then continued along the southern properties of Woodland Drive, which eventually was named Railroad Avenue.<u></u><u></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; margin: 0px 0in;"><b><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="color: #1f497d; font-size: 11pt;"><u></u> <u></u></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; margin: 0px 0in;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="caret-color: rgb(48, 48, 48); clear: both; color: #303030; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13.199999809265137px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbctxFIiwQTBH9nlgA_34XXz8z2xAZw4QEemkYHDhcaft5rE2FmRuFsxvM0U4spjiTY-5i8cMxIPapkA1iuP1Vqnet_Frf4ffD1fToA-0JjNIhUrS-HeWMeTWJVzoevaLOMAEdXfWvX-r5Bn3DbqgmVUwtNcWKRrk9usBIykymQ0e4VTnZ-7oz4Y4Cc5y/s597/image032.jpg" style="color: #747474; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="303" data-original-width="597" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibbctxFIiwQTBH9nlgA_34XXz8z2xAZw4QEemkYHDhcaft5rE2FmRuFsxvM0U4spjiTY-5i8cMxIPapkA1iuP1Vqnet_Frf4ffD1fToA-0JjNIhUrS-HeWMeTWJVzoevaLOMAEdXfWvX-r5Bn3DbqgmVUwtNcWKRrk9usBIykymQ0e4VTnZ-7oz4Y4Cc5y/w548-h278/image032.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(232, 232, 232); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 5px; position: relative;" width="548" /></a></div>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-87738100432107944592023-10-12T01:42:00.002-04:002023-10-22T07:14:52.495-04:00Our Summer Drives (1894): by Ezekiel Lemondale, a.k.a, Judge Frederick Augustus Hubbard<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLREJv6RhICa6okbRH66_oRS3-Cr7Jbby3Zue_JwF9ST2kDR8k970KqeVi_UoU9aa1fkKDhfPa1GKZJHJhNpRwFd0RUy0EksCVMMJUBe8_ekykIY7ptor_3As-sV-6zAXQLr8CAew1LCHyQiD0_6fDlQh5zMEQptYdFDZg322vFnMTsQhRkHKPzRkaItOX/s306/lemondale%20copy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="306" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLREJv6RhICa6okbRH66_oRS3-Cr7Jbby3Zue_JwF9ST2kDR8k970KqeVi_UoU9aa1fkKDhfPa1GKZJHJhNpRwFd0RUy0EksCVMMJUBe8_ekykIY7ptor_3As-sV-6zAXQLr8CAew1LCHyQiD0_6fDlQh5zMEQptYdFDZg322vFnMTsQhRkHKPzRkaItOX/s1600/lemondale%20copy.png" width="306" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Lemondale"</i> Describes A Six-Mile Ride Over A Shady, Rustic And Historic Road, And Tells Who Lives Along The Way.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Source: The Greenwich Graphic. Saturday, May 19, 1894. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="http://greenwichatownforallseasons.blogspot.com/2023/10/masonic-temple-dedicated-summer-drive.html" target="_blank"><span>Featured on the October 17, 2023 Episode </span><span>of Greenwich, A Town For All Seasons Show</span></a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Post Road, as the main road from Port Chester to Stamford is called, is less attractive to me than other highways. The closer to the shore one keeps the more comfortable he will find it. Such roads are more free from stones, better shaded and less hilly than the Post Road.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">When Mr. Parker took me to Cos Cob we followed Milbank Avenue from the Congregational Church, where we turned south, and, leaving the Union Cemetery on the right, we drove down a hill along Frederick Mead's woods to the railroad. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">On the left hand, by the waterside, the Bruce Memorial Home, a retreat for the aged, is conspicuous. Its architecture is old colonial and it seems exactly suited to the knoll upon which it stands. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It is the wish of his fellow townsmen, as well as the numerous objects of his bounty, that Mr. Bruce made live many years to enjoy the pleasure of making others happy.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDNbVRQ_p1bCj-tA07hQoA6poBeXFX6GNy-nrL_mxCP032P4gir1eAh0TcJRYdzXWVabVCKnxUSuTDLkgKY9z58_GvSYANA61ak8MO9fUduwSSuzQInEiTrmYUXVFXrxOpGAswhTv3uerSXubftTRZkrReD9Fsmb8Xs0-eIuQQgpwAs2_Q9nJHoWhKkH4/s800/DavisMill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="800" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDNbVRQ_p1bCj-tA07hQoA6poBeXFX6GNy-nrL_mxCP032P4gir1eAh0TcJRYdzXWVabVCKnxUSuTDLkgKY9z58_GvSYANA61ak8MO9fUduwSSuzQInEiTrmYUXVFXrxOpGAswhTv3uerSXubftTRZkrReD9Fsmb8Xs0-eIuQQgpwAs2_Q9nJHoWhKkH4/w449-h323/DavisMill.jpg" width="449" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A few rods further south and we reach the former site of the old Davis Mill of which nothing remains but reminiscences. Crossing the creek above the tide gate we leave Davis Landing and the Held House in plain sight on the point below and plunge into the thick woods. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The property on our left belongs to the estate of Isaac Howe Mead and the land on the right is the property of Charles Mead. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTW1BmJaAsQ5JTSPEnP_1EK8pPUHiiqFv62BfXvpL6AGknc8NBDCK_F2ELDTNShr5b130SlLh0dRduPGK1QnP6jem6dplHyuys8jUbwYz2FiMOTHLW1ARVKhJul4DLvUrUhbGX2NGrVAPxKk-ZnaLQuj3Vp_pJ0CXQeZt97HZdYCobD6V5SCBdmwZoK7x/s513/IsaacHoweMead.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="513" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTW1BmJaAsQ5JTSPEnP_1EK8pPUHiiqFv62BfXvpL6AGknc8NBDCK_F2ELDTNShr5b130SlLh0dRduPGK1QnP6jem6dplHyuys8jUbwYz2FiMOTHLW1ARVKhJul4DLvUrUhbGX2NGrVAPxKk-ZnaLQuj3Vp_pJ0CXQeZt97HZdYCobD6V5SCBdmwZoK7x/w534-h336/IsaacHoweMead.jpg" width="534" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The owners of the Isaac Howe Mead farm, two or three years ago, had an offer of forty-five thousand dollars for the entire farm and declined it much to the astonishment of many. But the fact that they have since sold less than half of it for that amount, seems to justify their judgment of its value.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Charles Mead farm is a beautiful shore property, which has yielded hay and grain for successive generations of Meads, who have been noted for their kindly dispositions and benevolent hearts. The ancestral home still stands -a mere wreck- in the rear of the new house, but its old Dutch doors and gray brick oven tell of prosperous and happy days to those who lived there a century ago.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the keystone of the old arch which still supports the roof of an ancient potato cellar, Mr. Parker dug the moss from these words: <i>"Noah Mead, 1812."</i> The marks of the chisel revealed the hand of a boy, who, on some Saturday afternoon like the school boys of his day, left his name and the date for future generations to read. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">This same boy lived to honored manhood and died at the age of seventy-seven.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Turning north again through the woods, where the oaks are very old but very thrifty, and where the artists love to congregate, we shortly pass the old red brick farmhouse where Isaac Howe Mead lived and died. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Cos Cob harbor and the broad Sound are in plain sight, and to the left ones looks across the fields to the village of Greenwich with its tall spire on the hill and here and there a house peeping through the foliage. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFhsCqbpjUyXYmB5UdeVTd4Lytwr2G5KaHyT_W-Yakgw-WX7GeB7Eswi4Tfpxwbmw44JY2pH4bszdfrxOlelWZck9FFMWOkavGgKjQQ3EmyjiRnZV5cvPwJRf36ZXyydpiauLyjfJw13TBA5TNCHdwOrEM9IdFXzdxnnlbzcK9Imp0JHct_UiaSGsgyh_/s1200/1888.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="837" data-original-width="1200" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFhsCqbpjUyXYmB5UdeVTd4Lytwr2G5KaHyT_W-Yakgw-WX7GeB7Eswi4Tfpxwbmw44JY2pH4bszdfrxOlelWZck9FFMWOkavGgKjQQ3EmyjiRnZV5cvPwJRf36ZXyydpiauLyjfJw13TBA5TNCHdwOrEM9IdFXzdxnnlbzcK9Imp0JHct_UiaSGsgyh_/w473-h329/1888.jpg" width="473" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A few rods beyond and we cross the new iron bridge over the railroad tracks. It was at this point in the awful blizzard of March 12, 1888, that a passenger train lay for many hours buried in a great snowdrift.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Kc7xicP67CpQZUdydsT_zezlXELlqe3-d8-ZuF3u6YNbtTnRsV_AE3HuaAhqfCtWg-khqWeZtw0ROIBCpOMUiRE5fMjahfOeFCBL8LYYpSsxmsqZV35AnlIBnB-R3o-KpxVR_nNJtbPZFOlB5dZ-5ill7-iKRNwa3PU7OYAIHw38xO8sYb-7TnGMpEXH/s512/LymanMead.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="512" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Kc7xicP67CpQZUdydsT_zezlXELlqe3-d8-ZuF3u6YNbtTnRsV_AE3HuaAhqfCtWg-khqWeZtw0ROIBCpOMUiRE5fMjahfOeFCBL8LYYpSsxmsqZV35AnlIBnB-R3o-KpxVR_nNJtbPZFOlB5dZ-5ill7-iKRNwa3PU7OYAIHw38xO8sYb-7TnGMpEXH/w417-h326/LymanMead.jpg" width="417" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lyman Mead House, Cos Cob.</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The massive square white house in plain sight to the right is the home of Lyman Mead, an ex-member of the Legislature and the father of a numerous family. I have forgotten how many children and grand children rise up to call him blessed. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A little further on and we again enter the Post Road at Cos Cob. Its identity is always certain from the numerous lines of the telegraph wires that run direct from New York to Boston over this road. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There is only one Cos Cob in the world and that is our Cos Cob. The gazetteer tells of numerous Bayports – a Bayport in almost every state - but no other Cos Cob. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A few years ago some one– perhaps more than one – conceived the idea of changing the name of Cos Cob to Bayport. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">An application was made to the post office department at Washington, and the name of the office was actually changed to the very much worn-out name of Bayport. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">But, fortunately, the railroad company declined to change the name of the station. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The school authorities clung to the old name for the District, and poor little Bayport is to-day only a small room in a small building where the residents of Cos Cob gather for their daily mail.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There are two every old residences in the center of the Cos Cob. The old mill and the unpainted store across the way are at Cos Cob center. The mill is very old– one of the oldest buildings in town –and the two old residences that look like ancient sisters, stand on opposite sides of the street. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvBeouyYIKRn6BAK6cnfcB0daMsY2bYXtRHBbLQybiVg2oSEuR8fV80WqflmAE4i_ZEjEGNZgxotQxkT84tDBOLSopvVkw-FlHFolHKpaQ_cvhmZgYUluFueAcN16XP_uKELFmn4DVSoiDKoB-vB_eZzew3ZNu_oUYW82EGK2oLz0XlyE9oIow9Mkj8-H/s2592/5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilvBeouyYIKRn6BAK6cnfcB0daMsY2bYXtRHBbLQybiVg2oSEuR8fV80WqflmAE4i_ZEjEGNZgxotQxkT84tDBOLSopvVkw-FlHFolHKpaQ_cvhmZgYUluFueAcN16XP_uKELFmn4DVSoiDKoB-vB_eZzew3ZNu_oUYW82EGK2oLz0XlyE9oIow9Mkj8-H/w471-h353/5.jpg" width="471" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The one at the right as you go south is a popular summer inn -the Holly Tree Inn- and I fancy that within its walls are many specimens of quaint furniture of generations past. The shining brass knocker upon the broad front door, the diminutive window panes, the steep pitch of the rear roof and the massive chimney, all tell their story of the long ago. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It is said that the artists enjoy this inn, and Mr. Hobart B. Jacobs has told me that he knows of no better opportunity for pencil or brush than amid the surroundings of Cos Cob. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The old mill is a study in itself, and many a picture has been drawn of its open door, with the grist-ladder miller within and the foaming water that has just ground the grist and will never turn the wheel again.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7kSDU9zmjUN49vaEtdvfBG8nKY96stBprk-dZyOHLL857HI1PZ0UzfwH8WqN9LCTDDK6xrVPB-NJ4U3czjaJLanpTDQDCZVo2fKB8Jv3qXyrM47IlsRNI7CIQSbqxZlrDFAlpFpVsH7c-JvkxYGOi3Btwgw1qoutlkxEkVqr3mY52jE8ivc3x5ZkI3Fg/s760/CosCobTideMill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="760" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD7kSDU9zmjUN49vaEtdvfBG8nKY96stBprk-dZyOHLL857HI1PZ0UzfwH8WqN9LCTDDK6xrVPB-NJ4U3czjaJLanpTDQDCZVo2fKB8Jv3qXyrM47IlsRNI7CIQSbqxZlrDFAlpFpVsH7c-JvkxYGOi3Btwgw1qoutlkxEkVqr3mY52jE8ivc3x5ZkI3Fg/w515-h407/CosCobTideMill.jpg" width="515" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">An odd kind of a mill is a tide mill, for it will not serve you except at the ebb of the tide, and to take it at the ebb the miller must ofttimes work at the midnight hour. I suppose the boarders across the street when they hear the low rumbling of the mill wheel in the still summer nigh, fancy in their sweet drowsiness that they hear again the turmoil from the streets of their own New York. What a happy disillusion it must be when they finally are awakened by the song of the robins or the click of the carpenter's hammer in the shipyard beyond. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGbeEgJ1hUGa8hyphenhyphen30CmMxyRFtQVopeVXi6G7ZVhsqpHM4w6JdHJFEBvl591Lts56HIcMq0gSBdrxskPHgLUY4xw49P5A30n6e3tkiIiXjKST6SIb0YKFDD0JS1tFMtIlm44nCenyYCWMMNHC-sPR2NFav2FV5AY0ETUtcWp5ktSw17SXye4eSA1AhLnsy/s999/p17151coll8_1003_large.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="999" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcGbeEgJ1hUGa8hyphenhyphen30CmMxyRFtQVopeVXi6G7ZVhsqpHM4w6JdHJFEBvl591Lts56HIcMq0gSBdrxskPHgLUY4xw49P5A30n6e3tkiIiXjKST6SIb0YKFDD0JS1tFMtIlm44nCenyYCWMMNHC-sPR2NFav2FV5AY0ETUtcWp5ktSw17SXye4eSA1AhLnsy/w550-h320/p17151coll8_1003_large.jpg" width="550" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Palmer & Duff's Ship Yard, Cob Cob. </td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Its a great place to loiter in -Palmer & Duff's ship yard -where the "ways" are ways of pleasantness, and all the paths are peace. From there one looks down the harbor to the railroad bridge, across which the moving trains appear but half supported upon the iron trestle. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspx5_UQfe13s8KbHCPOkUubIizOj2xHAGDeycbP4tbLAuePpVIakfTCMAy8TQ_-XwpOmEnHB3ja6HfUZdj5dOYcdD4w_qPAMqNCdM6k7OKxHITSXrehaIyqomX_mULZXzeLdZEC_ClP1Hl50Z0us92msbVOO1w1U5uw5FE3nZq9Xtw45UtphJOKp79tiM/s1000/p17151coll8_316_large.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="774" data-original-width="1000" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjspx5_UQfe13s8KbHCPOkUubIizOj2xHAGDeycbP4tbLAuePpVIakfTCMAy8TQ_-XwpOmEnHB3ja6HfUZdj5dOYcdD4w_qPAMqNCdM6k7OKxHITSXrehaIyqomX_mULZXzeLdZEC_ClP1Hl50Z0us92msbVOO1w1U5uw5FE3nZq9Xtw45UtphJOKp79tiM/w445-h345/p17151coll8_316_large.jpg" width="445" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cedar Cliff, Edwin Booth's home. </td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">At the right is Cedar Cliff, once the home of Edwin Booth, and across the harbor, but further down, is the Riverside Yacht Club house, and George I. Tyson's summer residence– a large square house with the tower.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Far down, at the harbor's mouth, is Old Indian, a high promontory covered with trees, through which now and then appears it evidences have a beautiful house, the summer home of George Lowther. The shores are bold about Old Indian and the rocks are covered with a prolific growth of seaweed. The tall trees grow in native luxuriance and the turf beneath them, free from underbrush, is as soft and fine as money and patience can make them.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Leaving Palmer & Duff's ship yards and turning north, we soon reach the Post Road again. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n2gOi17oWNYjUC62XNZPmVHEH9HDyC8noAp8ExIV6d_SdnQXlGJCNnqg97ZFwuwkdDYoOz1xTJ-lBe_Nu1CTGsVwBWQAi_FOzm0UXFJzd6eDBCdlOvsgX5-PJJ9oRSDBl6tTZ1bfqeUGYL6AKiM66SsZCjZoftixs8rpwFBht9OXJhzK-r8Hw-rIiNvG/s999/p17151coll8_560_large.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="999" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8n2gOi17oWNYjUC62XNZPmVHEH9HDyC8noAp8ExIV6d_SdnQXlGJCNnqg97ZFwuwkdDYoOz1xTJ-lBe_Nu1CTGsVwBWQAi_FOzm0UXFJzd6eDBCdlOvsgX5-PJJ9oRSDBl6tTZ1bfqeUGYL6AKiM66SsZCjZoftixs8rpwFBht9OXJhzK-r8Hw-rIiNvG/w438-h345/p17151coll8_560_large.jpg" width="438" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The large, old-fashioned mansion near the enormous stump of the old oak is Mrs. Beecher's boarding school. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Z5Lr5is7pqVpCDzJckfSIWQ702Gz32R6564KWryC3Xl3RDAfUHAugu7rjYqKkDOdzBMsGAbrQJgcKmbjKwUc_pbZjhQS0GvsOPmvmVOT_qfXsWZ_liSsDQly_BnK55IxrIexhV85Hpl00WwddUiumVs72t8n3P5jr2R83J327tjH-jm-4KiRjcManl01/s640/Oak.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="640" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Z5Lr5is7pqVpCDzJckfSIWQ702Gz32R6564KWryC3Xl3RDAfUHAugu7rjYqKkDOdzBMsGAbrQJgcKmbjKwUc_pbZjhQS0GvsOPmvmVOT_qfXsWZ_liSsDQly_BnK55IxrIexhV85Hpl00WwddUiumVs72t8n3P5jr2R83J327tjH-jm-4KiRjcManl01/w560-h348/Oak.jpg" width="560" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">This tree, only recently blown down, it said to be a relic of the primeval forest. When it stood in all its glory, its beauty and symmetry it attracted universal aberration. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaL6ssJMjmUMQ9dtKzku1qk3Wg0iobmsx6BTKiTDpkoHqsz5spOMfEdedhwJsTuL1o-yb-FuP-i2QBB2mJzeMa4su-vy0OPVD5WupgZ3ntDGLakxVGsd7QDNMMIAAP4Uuy2fJF240l4hz9ciIAxEf1TRgtObscQkqUJ18X2dRKcrQ5Md-id2I4Ey-wDHM/s1200/LenoxHouse.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="1200" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUaL6ssJMjmUMQ9dtKzku1qk3Wg0iobmsx6BTKiTDpkoHqsz5spOMfEdedhwJsTuL1o-yb-FuP-i2QBB2mJzeMa4su-vy0OPVD5WupgZ3ntDGLakxVGsd7QDNMMIAAP4Uuy2fJF240l4hz9ciIAxEf1TRgtObscQkqUJ18X2dRKcrQ5Md-id2I4Ey-wDHM/w492-h326/LenoxHouse.jpg" width="492" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lenox House -Future site of the Pickwick Arms Hotel. </td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">We may retrace the way to the Lennox House the way by the same road or we may follow the Post Road. There is but little difference in the distance, but the latter way is harder for the team. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">We are back at the hotel in ninety minutes, having traversed a full six miles and seen one of the prettiest of our summer drives.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivc3LjuUaHOSjVvT4-Cnm3QgXuJOyUB_QgjTqFhWlL5_R_HToBMMfApnLC2OL0IDxAc6B7CuqBN5ldMtVqEkJ3HGmSTILg-zfOhWZ_r7zZnGg__7sqV_qJ2zc0oENtPYiOxLu5WW8wzJDe0QR2Ne0rb9JY4AvKdOCaveXPbusgvpc3STObSTxbu6OCTbt/s489/Signature.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="139" data-original-width="489" height="91" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjivc3LjuUaHOSjVvT4-Cnm3QgXuJOyUB_QgjTqFhWlL5_R_HToBMMfApnLC2OL0IDxAc6B7CuqBN5ldMtVqEkJ3HGmSTILg-zfOhWZ_r7zZnGg__7sqV_qJ2zc0oENtPYiOxLu5WW8wzJDe0QR2Ne0rb9JY4AvKdOCaveXPbusgvpc3STObSTxbu6OCTbt/s320/Signature.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-69154436287427323272023-06-05T07:43:00.000-04:002023-06-05T07:43:13.679-04:00Mead Burying Ground at North Greenwich: May, 2023<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Update on the Mead Cemetery at the Cos Cob Mill Pond<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8qNec1bSNh9zEyPfWqMC6hZkDCO--RPxv-2Qme8K3BuscvlRRuP3YafytNtZB3zYgC7mjanUI7FDP9n9XZccF_LJ63h-Tey9ijzEvFMaQI-BXhS6X9jKq_etGhb0oajU9__rPrfCr4IaRxGFQJJspPbFtCthvlnbakdS4w_bkpRYz53fFiTs_H3puw/s1396/CemeterySite.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="1230" height="433" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8qNec1bSNh9zEyPfWqMC6hZkDCO--RPxv-2Qme8K3BuscvlRRuP3YafytNtZB3zYgC7mjanUI7FDP9n9XZccF_LJ63h-Tey9ijzEvFMaQI-BXhS6X9jKq_etGhb0oajU9__rPrfCr4IaRxGFQJJspPbFtCthvlnbakdS4w_bkpRYz53fFiTs_H3puw/w382-h433/CemeterySite.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Now that the 4th of July Independence Day holiday has passed, summer is now in full swing in Greenwich. The transformation of the family cemetery property off Relay Place in Cos Cob continues! </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There is much to celebrate -and more to come. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The images below were captured on Friday, July 8, 2022. The new perennial flower beds have blossomed into an attractive border between the cemetery access way and the neighboring residences. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">We have witnessed the proliferation of black-eyed susans, asters, lavender, Queen Anne's Lace, cone flowers and more. We expect this to continue. </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXonQZD9GAxbpi37Ec1ecstZQz2qbDuHti9gvJARUAoFXOc-_ODNGPxHCAvv377ZgQkkFl15EYP0_q28qiTu0zmz-2pBqTYl3NPOfAPS94ScnoAYWCsDeI8vgIIPWF3AA0r48En_FQlyYtCvWQifgy6MgkH8NTH6Jl4qezTim16AxGOn7xmbm-gL2vOw/s2048/D258.02.03.%20Caroline%20Smith%20Mead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1707" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXonQZD9GAxbpi37Ec1ecstZQz2qbDuHti9gvJARUAoFXOc-_ODNGPxHCAvv377ZgQkkFl15EYP0_q28qiTu0zmz-2pBqTYl3NPOfAPS94ScnoAYWCsDeI8vgIIPWF3AA0r48En_FQlyYtCvWQifgy6MgkH8NTH6Jl4qezTim16AxGOn7xmbm-gL2vOw/w441-h528/D258.02.03.%20Caroline%20Smith%20Mead.jpg" width="441" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Caroline Mills Smith Mead, died 1910, was Greenwich's first<br />female real estate developer. The perennial gardens that now<br />constitute the access way to the cemetery where<br />she is interred will be dedicated to her legacy. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9sMxCZFuz9LRGWH002BqYjhRte7pdZy5qNPhx17Sk9mYfOOGE0OsJrUJM6dFXpW_9lOC8VlUcj0TVe4n0iG2NNk39BHJJJyxe_PGDC8gUz7PIM2ukbV4wStEscrEW7vPvhPauPer3h0zo1EuWNNXjnPSLQ3SY2UwUJRhz7XDdEIFYXdUG_aPI3sHpg/s1614/1Entrance.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1355" data-original-width="1614" height="437" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh9sMxCZFuz9LRGWH002BqYjhRte7pdZy5qNPhx17Sk9mYfOOGE0OsJrUJM6dFXpW_9lOC8VlUcj0TVe4n0iG2NNk39BHJJJyxe_PGDC8gUz7PIM2ukbV4wStEscrEW7vPvhPauPer3h0zo1EuWNNXjnPSLQ3SY2UwUJRhz7XDdEIFYXdUG_aPI3sHpg/w520-h437/1Entrance.jpg" width="520" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The entrance at the terminus of Relay Place, Cos Cob. Tree work is being planned<br />remove intruding tree branches in the upper-left of the image, as well as cleaning up and<br />widening the entrance way. </span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFL5RBOoEYlUxYkdpoXqVdSpBtPeacA9c-Xqc8Z5kWgx_rZ1jTuyEFgqf32FvIPlipFlaF-0mTmzlCm4ocfBZvMw2lT9LolDB35htxRf_s2Q-pyShnxvtiZcmlZVbJn4keqUH3plTf8XJtjuE3ekzve904nHzOBCwStCTNFGUnXihWTWNbAUdNsOUU1w/s1488/2CEM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="1368" height="548" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFL5RBOoEYlUxYkdpoXqVdSpBtPeacA9c-Xqc8Z5kWgx_rZ1jTuyEFgqf32FvIPlipFlaF-0mTmzlCm4ocfBZvMw2lT9LolDB35htxRf_s2Q-pyShnxvtiZcmlZVbJn4keqUH3plTf8XJtjuE3ekzve904nHzOBCwStCTNFGUnXihWTWNbAUdNsOUU1w/w503-h548/2CEM.jpg" width="503" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Upon entering, a grass pathway divides the perennial flowering beds from<br />each other. The beds on the right have been planted with a variety of mostly summer <br />perennials. Mulch provided by Mike Helupka's tree service continue to hold weed's down.<br />The black walnut tree on the embankment -originally scheduled to be removed- will be pruned up and retained. In the future, the grass and lawn mowing will be eliminated,<br />with mulch and fieldstone path stones in place. </span><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5eEriVM6YFQvX-0x63UKntcieChQIroAFWqyg2qpUY3xekIZFrOUasff1IJCw1HGDY0a_m0HDS5p99INk8PO7351oanhyL5JyDXZqpdlf4_0S5UnPG-Pe8qahUDGdb2dm0UHrpaqYD_QCVAxYik6H3LKLWb3OjqTQqhwFwdioAPXlSd15j2rjQMu-Mw/s1699/3CEM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1699" data-original-width="1552" height="597" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5eEriVM6YFQvX-0x63UKntcieChQIroAFWqyg2qpUY3xekIZFrOUasff1IJCw1HGDY0a_m0HDS5p99INk8PO7351oanhyL5JyDXZqpdlf4_0S5UnPG-Pe8qahUDGdb2dm0UHrpaqYD_QCVAxYik6H3LKLWb3OjqTQqhwFwdioAPXlSd15j2rjQMu-Mw/w545-h597/3CEM.jpg" width="545" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just beyond the black walnut tree are these pollinator gardens. The Cos Cob Mill Pond<br />is to the left side of the image. In the distance are residences located off<br />Strickland Road and Loughlin Avenue.</span> </td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2FhFnS_Mb_zVaZnYlH6WyTXN7GPOVHhDxGTj6Pz8fJFe6ug4Hdm9Hd9-JNg6kPOLgeKbEmCgn_y1uJ5eQk574cEnMFL-yhNQYeDEIFHcHDta3G0aZbPt4PgHHlrCyUqQDTuKpxGmZ39l4P0K1OQfXb3ZnMNdc74szzpMIH7khcY4omw_SLUF06xnvw/s2592/4CEM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2592" data-original-width="1944" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2FhFnS_Mb_zVaZnYlH6WyTXN7GPOVHhDxGTj6Pz8fJFe6ug4Hdm9Hd9-JNg6kPOLgeKbEmCgn_y1uJ5eQk574cEnMFL-yhNQYeDEIFHcHDta3G0aZbPt4PgHHlrCyUqQDTuKpxGmZ39l4P0K1OQfXb3ZnMNdc74szzpMIH7khcY4omw_SLUF06xnvw/w480-h640/4CEM.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Black-eyed susans, cone flowers and other perennials are flourishing. All of the<br />perennials were raised from seeds and roots. They were chosen based<br />on their ability to withstand hot, direct sun conditions. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-msKx6_6hSFa3NhB75VKui0gnmThTPVjM3hVU5YKLgV1Irf_HFtKAM1UHUT4M2caR-hjB19lQKA3c9PNXdXUFIN_qsxvoWkHcLI8wq6YTReToIw-1NndaRRmTNFFkoDmCbm997yiHBgTy8LOov_Ly3HnKj39PDSzmtKQaE8_pMfs7HznPcV5xw4-Eww/s1942/5CEMLookBack.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1942" data-original-width="1924" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-msKx6_6hSFa3NhB75VKui0gnmThTPVjM3hVU5YKLgV1Irf_HFtKAM1UHUT4M2caR-hjB19lQKA3c9PNXdXUFIN_qsxvoWkHcLI8wq6YTReToIw-1NndaRRmTNFFkoDmCbm997yiHBgTy8LOov_Ly3HnKj39PDSzmtKQaE8_pMfs7HznPcV5xw4-Eww/w465-h469/5CEMLookBack.jpg" width="465" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This is a look-back from the halfway point of the access way towards<br />the black walnut tree (center) and the entrance at the terminus of<br />Relay Place, Cos Cob. The Mill Pond is on the right side. </span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Vu6k2Q-oYUNNFZ0BhKkK7qUzGUiewWgB6yeImMy8VE6HfvsITWP8sd3wFKyXT4pmIpO7LspRZmBFlrfIuKEjBZ-_0x4eOLT4ekqMVhjxBSCVfXMK9FpDlKutLbFiSvjxpRY5oDy0zmMlGbEv_XpOme7hTnbSJftUadEHhRl7qLXVRX57n8D1eWrSnA/s2085/8CEM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1722" data-original-width="2085" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Vu6k2Q-oYUNNFZ0BhKkK7qUzGUiewWgB6yeImMy8VE6HfvsITWP8sd3wFKyXT4pmIpO7LspRZmBFlrfIuKEjBZ-_0x4eOLT4ekqMVhjxBSCVfXMK9FpDlKutLbFiSvjxpRY5oDy0zmMlGbEv_XpOme7hTnbSJftUadEHhRl7qLXVRX57n8D1eWrSnA/w446-h368/8CEM.jpg" width="446" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A view looking south at the Cos Cob Mill Pond. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOpebddjBg6IYefIVY5zafD8tbSYPG1hyxWhnrRKiheUGIcCS6M5kyUOgyAW6SULaG1qOdFhCSzvsdhklHFXwvjNznmI_CK5MbIeFoLto4_DHpc3H9WDMvkKBk70t55F9tk76nhZAAgOHW2WkP8VocNgAnkzTwdSEgpW-mj5CPeXH0dOh1196hcTLVg/s2477/9CEM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1710" data-original-width="2477" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwOpebddjBg6IYefIVY5zafD8tbSYPG1hyxWhnrRKiheUGIcCS6M5kyUOgyAW6SULaG1qOdFhCSzvsdhklHFXwvjNznmI_CK5MbIeFoLto4_DHpc3H9WDMvkKBk70t55F9tk76nhZAAgOHW2WkP8VocNgAnkzTwdSEgpW-mj5CPeXH0dOh1196hcTLVg/w446-h308/9CEM.jpg" width="446" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Another view looking south at the Cos Cob Mill Pond from the access way, <br />with yuca plants flowering and in full bloom.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwmSEuXGmYJAGyQH3XSg_jDrL0KTa274-irSZ4wVJIOdq3EcGwE6AK89XVOn9ybs43J9criwzi3V-CeSVHRMb-xPevzFZlVLIkefFov2VN2i477vpk4Zoy4f5776Rwx5RwJrjIxLMgeoKxcWldvZEjvtLJvPAOt3IDiRQheNf1dmAY3PZrO1Zh7CYhA/s1856/10CEM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1856" data-original-width="1472" height="509" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwmSEuXGmYJAGyQH3XSg_jDrL0KTa274-irSZ4wVJIOdq3EcGwE6AK89XVOn9ybs43J9criwzi3V-CeSVHRMb-xPevzFZlVLIkefFov2VN2i477vpk4Zoy4f5776Rwx5RwJrjIxLMgeoKxcWldvZEjvtLJvPAOt3IDiRQheNf1dmAY3PZrO1Zh7CYhA/w404-h509/10CEM.jpg" width="404" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The wall of the cemetery is seen in the distance. The grass path leads visitors to the<br />graves. The Mill Pond is on the left side of the pathway and pollinators. An<br />apple tree will be pruned back. A large, dead sumac tree will be cut down and <br />removed in the coming months. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuH2SuLQB4SiDZU6JIUPgPh4j90HF4eCysB0Z4Gbe2-s3za7-47eFbj_4o3G4oo_kxcU_bhu2P5tA4wMrry-AWQPYbnUzeeowj-2ylKMrj-dfVyn37YzFXeTNZJ7dG4uoauexshl9uEdIxAhepWAckojkPYy7AKFwoE6fcMz45hgcrWghXEU1GDilLQ/s2592/12CEM.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuH2SuLQB4SiDZU6JIUPgPh4j90HF4eCysB0Z4Gbe2-s3za7-47eFbj_4o3G4oo_kxcU_bhu2P5tA4wMrry-AWQPYbnUzeeowj-2ylKMrj-dfVyn37YzFXeTNZJ7dG4uoauexshl9uEdIxAhepWAckojkPYy7AKFwoE6fcMz45hgcrWghXEU1GDilLQ/w605-h453/12CEM.jpg" width="605" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Mead Family Cemetery is covered with mulch. Most of the small and medium-sized<br />trees will be removed. The two large oak trees will be pruned. Based on feedback<br />from Peter F. Alexander of Site Design Associates, a concerted effort will be made to<br />plant ground covers, such as periwinkle, rather than grass. Indeed, <br />eventually all grass will be permanently removed. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-66189068489265231302022-03-26T09:15:00.002-04:002022-03-26T09:15:21.454-04:001908: Lamp Presented to Capt. Seaman M. Mead<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrrtgvL4kquYkwQ9s7SDq8vvuf_mBIq6RshWuziIg8hG6D4WkXNmmEzHNrTLITyVo8-P_rdYlSVsQE7Iebo7mEQcCuj9xeNInKgJyQ1Nss2QgpmytoxtZWiVPc1hk3FF-kS6zxyqZk6y8qWnX2xeG5AeyaFYcRThlrsvrwiMm_tmpvHY5XKCMcsslgpw/s833/Lamp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="435" data-original-width="833" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrrtgvL4kquYkwQ9s7SDq8vvuf_mBIq6RshWuziIg8hG6D4WkXNmmEzHNrTLITyVo8-P_rdYlSVsQE7Iebo7mEQcCuj9xeNInKgJyQ1Nss2QgpmytoxtZWiVPc1hk3FF-kS6zxyqZk6y8qWnX2xeG5AeyaFYcRThlrsvrwiMm_tmpvHY5XKCMcsslgpw/w454-h253/Lamp.png" width="454" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Source: Greenwich News. March 13, 1908. Page 5. </p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Captain H. D. Remsem, First Lieutenant J. Randolph Reynolds and Second Lieutenant Charles Marshall, of the harry Howard Hook and Ladder company of Port Chester came to Greenwich last Tuesday evening and presented Captain Seaman M. Mead, of the Twelfth Company Coast Artillery with a beautiful antique bronze electric desk lamp. The gift was a token of the appreciation of the company for Captain Mead's services in drilling them for the big Port Chester fire parade. </span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-7389232916787948012022-03-01T18:21:00.000-05:002022-03-01T18:21:34.483-05:00Gravestone Vandalism Reported: Laura Davis Mead (Feb. 9, 1791-Nov. 23, 1853)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFyMT8Y2Y2J44mMIoWFYjBO7IcxhWShNRXG5DEkeejQCq2vCy5wp2AEscQxRtaN44pcLLOtGowyjWicaRUzQ1y0X3vQuu8osScPb0DdAAY2fafpt6BeazC0b7ACzEjnStXZe7IxWCLm5C2wvxrPtkjgwFt9bDn0swhaapRkTOrGg-Rt2dA_AAcEFjXww=s1844" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1844" data-original-width="1799" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFyMT8Y2Y2J44mMIoWFYjBO7IcxhWShNRXG5DEkeejQCq2vCy5wp2AEscQxRtaN44pcLLOtGowyjWicaRUzQ1y0X3vQuu8osScPb0DdAAY2fafpt6BeazC0b7ACzEjnStXZe7IxWCLm5C2wvxrPtkjgwFt9bDn0swhaapRkTOrGg-Rt2dA_AAcEFjXww=w447-h458" width="447" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjH2_93MyAl8oLu_WoMTLxZ6s_r2UVZhx8UMBUfHgKb-oaTwQhM86LnH-Z9Hgtu80du9dSL_5MPA-I0VUes2squJLAbzwE54CronXHS_1n2aOloDTLgCo1tx0_KihrPqmF7dm_smfwbas6GmLT-toUm_kQmGTvS9zZZH8KSemDcu0dhSgo6bJGLMHLGmg=s1964" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1574" data-original-width="1964" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjH2_93MyAl8oLu_WoMTLxZ6s_r2UVZhx8UMBUfHgKb-oaTwQhM86LnH-Z9Hgtu80du9dSL_5MPA-I0VUes2squJLAbzwE54CronXHS_1n2aOloDTLgCo1tx0_KihrPqmF7dm_smfwbas6GmLT-toUm_kQmGTvS9zZZH8KSemDcu0dhSgo6bJGLMHLGmg=w452-h361" width="452" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; margin: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This is in the cemetery next to the Second Congregational Church in Greenwich, Connecticut known as the New Burial Grounds Association. </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Some time between February 5 and February 24 the marble gravestone on the left (second image) was vandalized. It is in three pieces, and found it lying flat on the ground. The inscribed side was facing down. </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The gravestone marks the burial place of Laura Davis Mead (Feb. 9, 1791-Nov. 23, 1853). </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Her 'Davis' family was long associated with the Davis Mill that once stood on the mill pond in today's Bruce Park. </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The gravestone on the right had been vandalized years ago. It marks the burial place of her husband, Jabez Mead (Nov. 7, 1785-Dec. 4, 1871). </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.lawserver.com/law/state/connecticut/ct-laws/connecticut_statutes_53a-218" target="_blank">Vandalizing a cemetery -including its gravestones- is a Class C Felony punishable by possibly one year in prison. </a></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; margin: 0.5em 0px 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">If anyone has information about who perpetrated this crime please contact the Association at meadburyinggrounds@gmail.com. </span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Thank you.</span></div></div>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-70352842281530245472022-01-21T11:58:00.001-05:002022-01-21T11:58:25.921-05:00Obituary: Deacon Silas Hervey Mead (1879)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOjeY3_4Y112E9Vxp7KIdPTVQt-VVrYIpx29kAtRRSwzLQVYFC2r_f461-e5oArBKzW6obKX1iUFr83BBcCMdJAKBcnjQ6ERgugJ8Ecak4-0P7_4ZbEeNX-3l0e_3l2i5RnIFQYni22tMwN-J1aMl7Bnwzm3A7a7Qev9WpXeHu381qtYEzGwO81N9d5Q=s571" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOjeY3_4Y112E9Vxp7KIdPTVQt-VVrYIpx29kAtRRSwzLQVYFC2r_f461-e5oArBKzW6obKX1iUFr83BBcCMdJAKBcnjQ6ERgugJ8Ecak4-0P7_4ZbEeNX-3l0e_3l2i5RnIFQYni22tMwN-J1aMl7Bnwzm3A7a7Qev9WpXeHu381qtYEzGwO81N9d5Q=s320" width="224" /></a> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><p></p><p>Source: Greenwich Observer. January 2, 1879. Page 3.</p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Deacon Silas Hervey Mead died at North Greenwich, Conn., on the evening of Dec. 14th, 1878, aged 82 years and two days. He was buried on the following Wednesday from the church, and his funeral was attended by a large concourse of friends and acquaintances of early days. Few men have lived who did more faithfully the work given for them to do than did he. He united with the Congregational church at Horseneack (as Second church in Greenwich was the called) when about 26 years of age, and from that time till his death he was always busy doing good. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In 1827, the Congregational church at North Greenwich was organized with 18 members, of which Silas H. Mead was one, and the same day, Dec. 25th, he was chosen deacon, which office he held at the time of his death, the time being 11 days less than 51 years. During all these years he was absent from only one Communion. From the time of accepting the diaconate of the church, the welfare of the church was the object of his chief thought and care, and no effort on his part was neglected that its numbers might be increased and the orderly walk of its members secured. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the prime of his life he went far and near to hold meetings, that sinners might be saved, and in his latter days, was uniformly at the church before the Sunday and mid-week meetings that he might have personal conversation with such as might come early, or with those with whom he had made arrangements to be present. He kept a record of all the members of the church, and knew their place of residence when they moved away; and once, to the knowledge of the writer, went to New York city to look up an absent brother, and once, when journeying West, left the train and walked six miles to see another, who had left without a letter and persuaded him to change his relation. He kept also a record of the attendance of the Communion seasons of the church, and at its annual meetings reported the names of those who had been present or absent during the year. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">From 1850, when he became convinced that unfermented wine only should be used at the Lord's Supper, he made the wine himself, that he might be sure of what he had, and used his influence among the churches to have them follow in his paths. His temperance principles he carried to such lengths that he would not use alcoholic stimulants as a medicine.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In "anti-slavery times" he was a radical on the question of human rights as on that of alcoholic drinks, and all in these parts who knew an Abolitionist, knew Deacon Silas H. Mead, of Quaker Ridge. But special among all the reforms which he sought to advance was that of practical honesty, which came in as an item in almost all his public addresses, and which in his life was a prominent as in his speech. Having such a man and example before them, and such doctrine to feed upon, it is no wonder that the church should be singular. Before the church was organized, they who were to be organized, and some others who sympathized, had built at their own expense a commodious church building and parsonage, and on the organization of the church, assumed the support of the pastor, and for 51 years have sought no help of others, while they have given from year to year something to spread the Gospel into the regions beyond. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The church, now numbers about 170 members, and its contributions to benevolent objects the past year is one of the best monuments of his wisdom and zeal of any that can be addressed. Though not all of him, he was in it all. His activity continued nearly to the last. He was confined to bed but three days, and most of that time partly unconscious, so that his desire not to be a trouble to anybody was granted. A life of service for Christ is the best evidence we have that he died the Christian's death. </span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-87530068454471693452021-11-04T13:47:00.002-04:002021-11-04T13:47:34.923-04:00Silas D. Mead Killed by a Bull (1896)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4CsRXtZl_ldVSb18ZbQoSVSapqDeb6_wylkJQXSAcSOAO7wSaYQHM0uIyolxIQGl9NFmkpMNByac_qpGKjlkRzotSBtWTO_Q0JUMs6MB8tAKnZ32Feqa6HbmJnU-JSwvXgDaGUcSh35k/s881/Screen+Shot+2021-11-04+at+12.27.20+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="881" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4CsRXtZl_ldVSb18ZbQoSVSapqDeb6_wylkJQXSAcSOAO7wSaYQHM0uIyolxIQGl9NFmkpMNByac_qpGKjlkRzotSBtWTO_Q0JUMs6MB8tAKnZ32Feqa6HbmJnU-JSwvXgDaGUcSh35k/w579-h297/Screen+Shot+2021-11-04+at+12.27.20+PM.png" width="579" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Source: The Greenwich Graphic. August 29, 1896, Page 1.</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Silas D. Mead, a well known resident of our town, died Tuesday night from injuries caused by a bull. Aged 77 years.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Mead's farm is in North Greenwich. Among his heard of cattle was a bull, which had been raised on the promises and had always been docile, and was looked upon as being not particularly dangerous, although precautions had been taken in case he showed a fiery nature to properly control him, by placing a ring in his nose. He had an inclination to jump fences, which propensity for wandering had been checked by a rope tied around the beats's foreleg.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Mead had been in the habit of going into the lot where the bull was, faring no harm. he drove all the cows out of the pasture but one, when the bull without warning turned upon him, and Mr. Mead was thrown to the ground, and the animal, wild with rage, proceeded to gore his victim with his horns.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The hired man heard the cries of Mr. Mead, and saw with horror what was going on. He seized a club and ran to his employer's assistance, and the bull trend upon him. Flight he thought was his only safety from such a wild animal, and he ran for the barn yard, reaching it just in the nick of time, for the bull was at his heels as he jumped the fence and gained the enclosure. Seizing a pitchfork he went back and brought Mr. Mead from the field, keeping the animal at bay with the fork, and the maddened beast was secured. Mr. Mead was taken into the house and physicians were sent for. It was found that Mr. Mead had been terribly injured, and the doctors thought he could not survive.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The entire community was shocked and saddened when the catastrophe and news of his death were learned. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Silas D. Mead was born at North Greenwich January 31, 1819, and was the only son of Silas H. Mead, who was an influential farmer and a leading man in the community at the beginning of this century. Mr. Silas D. Mead occupied the home farm, which had been in the family since October, 1660.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">He received a common school and academic education, and on September 22, 1840, married Emily L., daughter of Ezekiel Close.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Their children were Myrtilla, Silas E., Emily Cornelia, Sarah C. (deceased), Horatio B., Harriet A, and Ezekiel C.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Myrtilla married Livingston Disbrow, a farmer of New Rochelle.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Mead was one of the most progressive farmers in town. Nothing that looked to the advancement of the farming interest was ignored by him. He was a man of ripe judgment, whose counsels were often sough by his neighbors and friends. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In 1838he united with the Congregational church at North Greenwich, and has always been one of the most liberal supporters and best workers. For more than forty years he had the charge of the singing, and was always found at his post of duty.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In March, 1879, he was chosen deacon to take the place so long and faithfully filled by his honored father. He was always interested in the Sunday school and for many years a teacher.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">He was a thorough temperance man and never indulged in the use of liquor or tobacco.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In matters pertaining to religious and educational affairs he has always been very liberal, and while the people of the church will mourn his loss, they will consolidate themselves with the thought that his children will have inherited the attributes and characteristics of their father and grandfather.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">While Mr. Mead was an ardent Republican he would never accept any public office, but he was invariably present at town meetings, and never failed to cast his vote.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The funeral will take place to-day at 2 o'clock, from his late residence, Rev. Levi Rogers officiating. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-91955961623072734102021-07-25T17:07:00.002-04:002021-07-25T17:07:38.324-04:00UPDATE: Caroline Mills Smith Mead Memorial Garden/Mead Cemetery, Cos Cob Mill Pond<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00n2zjv4FytH_bc8bQANWekaGSPJqwdo7aL1YWbdRPbXF52bP6aYeJISfE_Uqu5C174ogtpILoJbkQrk9K-0kh17TRCK4wldoRw1tovYRKfWVpdTB7FKPDWYi5uuubpdAoDXiUO4DOuXM/s598/Caroline+Smith+Mead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="497" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00n2zjv4FytH_bc8bQANWekaGSPJqwdo7aL1YWbdRPbXF52bP6aYeJISfE_Uqu5C174ogtpILoJbkQrk9K-0kh17TRCK4wldoRw1tovYRKfWVpdTB7FKPDWYi5uuubpdAoDXiUO4DOuXM/w361-h434/Caroline+Smith+Mead.jpg" width="361" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We are delighted to provide the following update. It concerns the creation of the Caroline Mills Smith Mead Memorial Garden at the Mead Cemetery located on the banks of the Cos Cob Mill Pond in Greenwich. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2021/01/announcement-caroline-mills-smith-mead.html" target="_blank">Please click this link to our original announcement.</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Over the last seven months a number of improvements were initiated and completed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Parallel flower beds were laid out with a grassy path retained between them from the entrance of the access way to the cemetery and back. Sod was hand-cleared and fresh mulch deposited and spread.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">At various places perennial pollinating plants transplanted from elsewhere along the Mill Pond embankment or grown from seeds were planted. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Two white, wooden posts have been erected at the entrance with a black wire connecting them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">All sod from the upper tier of the cemetery was removed. The ground was regraded and a depression in the northwestern corner eliminated. A path has been laid out. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Mulch and pachysandra ground-covering plants have been planted on the graves, along with ferns and perennial flowers. Eventually, additional pachysandra will cover the upper tier of the cemetery and the areas of the lower, ground-level section of the cemetery will also be covered.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We are making arrangements for shrubs and perennials to be planted in front of the neighboring property owner's white fence and gate to screen these off from view. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">While this is a major milestone in the development and re-landscaping of the cemetery site, there is much more to be done. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Additional perennial flowers will be planted throughout the flower beds. Perhaps most importantly -and challenging, tree trimming work will be performed. Most of the smaller trees in and around the cemetery will be removed, excepting the two large oak trees. Trees along and in the access way will be trimmed or removed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">One of the final tasks will be the installation of an arbor gate at the entrance, supplemented with small, flowering shrubs and plantings with proper signage. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Though we had hoped to re-dedicate the site this past Spring, 2021, we have decided to embrace patience, finish the work started and postpone our celebration until Spring, 2022. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">We again remind all that the memorial garden and cemetery are not open to public visitation except by appointment and escorted. We also remind visitors to not disturb our neighbors -who we have fond relations and who wish their privacy to be respected. Thank you. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Requests are taken at <a href="mailto:meadburyinggrounds@gmail.com">meadburyinggrounds@gmail.com</a>. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">The following photos were captured yesterday, Saturday, July 24, 2021.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9bpnKODZyxiu3l24Kh5l6-XOCfVB0f_S9Lek4fAs7FbCkylk6exPeANTgHJN2I6VShg__0vGVCgVZtCBohr_zKBaOP1XS6S_uS3kIAQePoApBtNYMuk_0mAkF8XGcwnpdS2tUlqnnMN9/s2048/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn9bpnKODZyxiu3l24Kh5l6-XOCfVB0f_S9Lek4fAs7FbCkylk6exPeANTgHJN2I6VShg__0vGVCgVZtCBohr_zKBaOP1XS6S_uS3kIAQePoApBtNYMuk_0mAkF8XGcwnpdS2tUlqnnMN9/w401-h535/1.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Mead Farm)<p> </p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveQM4X1hc8Bi2auEo1YBs5BwbbSqcjhoHTmhgDS13n-Ep4jHidRI69yM9seS7yqbEntSKXwsew9ZDbT7ZZUSm_XHu7nWwBnFeUjjEWnjZ6IApJ5BKMbcyiJSDF8H_fZCyKHNbkZH8ofOB/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="343" data-original-width="500" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveQM4X1hc8Bi2auEo1YBs5BwbbSqcjhoHTmhgDS13n-Ep4jHidRI69yM9seS7yqbEntSKXwsew9ZDbT7ZZUSm_XHu7nWwBnFeUjjEWnjZ6IApJ5BKMbcyiJSDF8H_fZCyKHNbkZH8ofOB/w607-h416/p16714coll1_77_medium.jpg" width="607" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="box-sizing: inherit; caret-color: rgb(84, 84, 84); color: #545454; display: table; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; overflow-wrap: break-word; table-layout: fixed; text-align: start; white-space: pre-wrap; width: 579.78125px; word-break: normal; word-wrap: break-word;">Loaded hay wagon pulled by two cows with horns and lead by an African American laborer. A second African American laborer stands on top of the hay. The Benjamin Mead II House circa 1728 is located behind. </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><table class="ItemView-itemMetadata item-description ItemMetadata-itemMetaPrint table" data-id="metadataTable" style="background-color: white; border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; box-sizing: inherit; caret-color: rgb(84, 84, 84); color: #545454; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 25px; margin-top: 3px; max-width: 100%; width: 742px;"><tbody style="box-sizing: inherit;"><tr class="ItemMetadata-metadatarow field-descri" style="box-sizing: inherit;"><td class="field-value" style="border-top-style: none; box-sizing: inherit; line-height: 1.42857143; padding: 8px; vertical-align: top; word-break: break-all; word-wrap: break-word;"></td></tr><tr class="ItemMetadata-metadatarow field-notes" style="box-sizing: inherit;"><td class="ItemMetadata-key field-label" style="border-top-style: none; box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700; line-height: 1.42857143; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 15px !important; padding-top: 8px; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap; width: 1px; word-break: break-all; word-wrap: break-word;"></td><td class="field-value" style="border-top-style: none; box-sizing: inherit; line-height: 1.42857143; padding: 8px; vertical-align: top; word-break: break-all; word-wrap: break-word;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-18372997852082783372021-05-05T16:55:00.003-04:002021-05-05T16:55:58.992-04:00Spring is Here!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5x01rk0Yk_I7czWBRdV00HJQluLNzHFZRUQFfgTrRlFPeWJSrRv3-25arD9k2yuz_y7Y5_TbWK9_RZ98LP55jKJlawS14HoxRjpf7DnUgVma6upTjVcfhutSs3kxPpCdI59VTRDNwSZ4G/s2048/CEM0421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1407" data-original-width="2048" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5x01rk0Yk_I7czWBRdV00HJQluLNzHFZRUQFfgTrRlFPeWJSrRv3-25arD9k2yuz_y7Y5_TbWK9_RZ98LP55jKJlawS14HoxRjpf7DnUgVma6upTjVcfhutSs3kxPpCdI59VTRDNwSZ4G/w561-h386/CEM0421.jpg" width="561" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-85696524681514370322021-04-08T21:32:00.004-04:002021-04-08T21:32:42.810-04:00Preservationists sees "imaginative" future for 300-year-old Mead family farm (Greenwich Time. Saturday, April 3, 2021)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1cQIlfKY3mtUbbmsxsgoD50t0iH35Wg2DuIzg7r_4qamJYif49uwb0yFr8Jrg0AyLBA9b7u86oJAFy8UVioETirE-Osa4MLPa4RAF78Ldf03OduV4Dcg1Fmzcmox1PE3iOeGzi2cKajx/s640/1728House_front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="433" data-original-width="640" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1cQIlfKY3mtUbbmsxsgoD50t0iH35Wg2DuIzg7r_4qamJYif49uwb0yFr8Jrg0AyLBA9b7u86oJAFy8UVioETirE-Osa4MLPa4RAF78Ldf03OduV4Dcg1Fmzcmox1PE3iOeGzi2cKajx/w502-h339/1728House_front.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">By Robert Marchant rmarchant@greenwichtime.com</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">GREENWICH- A descendent of one of Greenwich's oldest families is hoping a grass roots campaign will help to preserve the old Mead homestead in the backcountry and give the 300-year-old property a new life. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Benjamin Mead II House at 23 Cliffdale Road was built sometime around 1728 is now listed for sale. Jeffrey Bingham Mead, an author and historian, is attempting to put together a buyer and a nonprofit organization to create an educational and agricultural center there. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"We have a seller and listing Realtor who are very interested in parting with the property, and its preservation in perpetuity," said Mead. "The farm is truly one of the town's most breathtaking and beautiful."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mead, who divides his time between Hawaii and Greenwich, said he hoped the old farmstead could be repurposed for the 21st-century. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"I'd like to see the old house dating from 1728 turned into a learning center, providing an immersive, hands-on experiences focusing on Greenwich's agricultural history. We'd like to see the restored farmstead as a setting for public events," he said.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIGUiZPpyJOSuNiLFqGLirqGTzwjqq_zig5tsKah-yVOwdoORT6SznYWaZQAQtjYTArA4PI5F-06OBSe6kKrfKcugApgxJUIYaYvRqRpVblky6XblQhJZ0qtsg9AfGo_9ty0yeIgulgA1/s883/MeadFarmSatellite1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="883" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPIGUiZPpyJOSuNiLFqGLirqGTzwjqq_zig5tsKah-yVOwdoORT6SznYWaZQAQtjYTArA4PI5F-06OBSe6kKrfKcugApgxJUIYaYvRqRpVblky6XblQhJZ0qtsg9AfGo_9ty0yeIgulgA1/w576-h330/MeadFarmSatellite1.png" width="576" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The farmstead, which sits on 9 acres of land, also includes an ancestral Mead family cemetery. The last member of the Mead family resided on the property through the 1910s. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A large main house built on the property around 1808 was demolished in the early 2000s.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKC4Pi8BgRsHS-JjQwb1Ld5gJmSKtA3UflsnIDFRCgd120MKTFgt9E5CliHXm93UheoCJPuWT9dath_8fYKJwe0XGsyhNVEYIZGTIwJR6P3-BNRLi1uJMb9xz5Y59wdFQt3dH5OedG-1O2/s1424/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1054" data-original-width="1424" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKC4Pi8BgRsHS-JjQwb1Ld5gJmSKtA3UflsnIDFRCgd120MKTFgt9E5CliHXm93UheoCJPuWT9dath_8fYKJwe0XGsyhNVEYIZGTIwJR6P3-BNRLi1uJMb9xz5Y59wdFQt3dH5OedG-1O2/w529-h391/5.jpg" width="529" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">Mead said the seller personally contacted him to advance the concept of preserving the property, which is off Riverside Road near the Griffith E. Harris Golf Course.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"I am working with and adding others interested in serving on a working group. We are presently searching for a nonprofit to partner with and then form one for this property," Mead said.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The proposal for the property is somewhat unorthodox, he acknowledged.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"Is this a viable method to preserve history? I certainly hope so," he said. "There is no single way to do this. Or circumstances often require us to be flexible and imaginative." </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Jo Conboy, chairwoman of the Greenwich Preservation Trust, said the project for the Mead property sounded like a novel one. The best way to ensure an older building's preservation is through a legal restriction, she said, and hoped that might be the case when the Cliffdale Road property is sold. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">"A legal protection, that's the best way to go," she said.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">She said she hoped the old Mead farmstead we'll find an owner who will preserve it. "Not many of the old homes are left," Conboy said. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Preservation Trust isworking to preserve and restore the Thomas Lyon House which was built around 1695, and is located on West Putnam Avenue.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A recent survey by Historic Properties of Greenwich, a local preservation group, found that there are only about 100 homes left in the community that date to the 18th century or before.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The Mead property is not open to the public. It can be seen by appointment only through Houlihan Lawrence. The property is listed for sale with an asking price of $3.99 million. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">For information on preserving the property Jeffrey Bingham Mead can be contacted at JeffreyBinghamMead@gmail.com. </span></p><p><br /></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-16742041381513427072021-02-07T10:38:00.003-05:002021-02-07T10:38:27.956-05:00SPENCER MEAD ISSUES NEW HISTORY OF TOWN: Valuable and Interesting Work-Product of Years' Study (1912)Source: Greenwich Press. Friday, February 2, 1912. Pages 1 and 5.<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA94l2zoG-VO-Gxfecyc8kcyUusU3OAjFei64PmsrR4C95h6aNxUWKK3jQypH4rVg8MAInyEZ32EohRd0sF82uE4PQ_xbHi5CJ4RA4DDioykeIQkU3x13CymHPfDnenFAhA4m8hyphenhyphenWdtVdf/s1600/Mead.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1160" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA94l2zoG-VO-Gxfecyc8kcyUusU3OAjFei64PmsrR4C95h6aNxUWKK3jQypH4rVg8MAInyEZ32EohRd0sF82uE4PQ_xbHi5CJ4RA4DDioykeIQkU3x13CymHPfDnenFAhA4m8hyphenhyphenWdtVdf/w280-h386/Mead.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">SPENCER MEAD'S</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">NEW HISTORY</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Valuable and Interesting</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Work--Product of</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Years' Study</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A STORY OF OTHER DAYS</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Community's Rapid </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Development</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">AS WELL AS CLEARS UP MANY </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">DEBATED POINTS OF COLONIAL </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">AND REVOLUTIONARY HISTORY</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This week was issued Spencer Mead's History of Greenwich, the most important book, as far as Greenwich is concerned, that has been published in the last score of years, and one that Greenwichites will welcome and will peruse with an interest that can be given to few books.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The history is the product of years of painstaking toil on the part of Mr. Mead, whose fame as an antiquarian and historian has reached far outside of Greenwich. There is almost no limit to the amount that Mr. Mead sets forth in the history. Mooted points in the Colonial and Revolutionary history of the town are discussed and cleared up once and for all. Scores of interesting anecdotes are told. The genealogies of the towns oldest families are set forth. The recent history of the town is gone into detail, and a good idea of the present industrial development of the town is given.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No Greenwichite should be without it. It is being sold in two editions, one in cloth at $5 a copy and one in morocco at $10 a copy.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm1djBoPY47aZhrBtjlniIBqW7fRvrA8zFHs5VPS-tZJbRU2oz6hHokH7J1oBal9QcEzsYUxfAGYOrgBBPjzknbNm4JdZOLix3LS3Qb9Vhcfq6yvwXpiQ9IZwxPZGiPkxdMOOu7IwxrlY/s1600/Clarkson_SpencerMead.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1328" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm1djBoPY47aZhrBtjlniIBqW7fRvrA8zFHs5VPS-tZJbRU2oz6hHokH7J1oBal9QcEzsYUxfAGYOrgBBPjzknbNm4JdZOLix3LS3Qb9Vhcfq6yvwXpiQ9IZwxPZGiPkxdMOOu7IwxrlY/w320-h385/Clarkson_SpencerMead.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Following are particularly interested excerpts of the history which Mr. Mead has kindly permitted us to reprint:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><b>Indian Massacre</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>Governor Keift thereupon despatched Captain Under</span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">hill to Stamford to get some information in regard to the </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">Indians in this vicinity. He reported verbally to the gov</span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">ernor that the Indians were again gathering about Greenwich </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">and that there were five hundred warriors at Petuquapaen. </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">Accordingly, in February, 1644, an expedition of one hun</span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">dred and thirty men, consisting of Dutch and English under </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">the command of Captain Underhill and Ensign Hendrick </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">Van Dyck, was embarked at Fort Amsterdam for Green</span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">wich. It landed at Greenwich, Old Town (now Sound </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">Beach), where it was obliged to pass the night by reason of a </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">great snow-storm. In the morning the troops marched in a </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">northwesterly direction over stony hills, and in the evening, </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>about eight o'clock, came within a mile of the Indian village, </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">after having crossed two rivers, one two hundred feet wide </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">and three feet deep. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">Inasmuch as it was too early to make </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">an attack, it was determined to remain there until about ten </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">o'clock. The order was given as to the mode to be observed </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">in making the attack. The hour having arrived they </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">marched forward toward the village, which consisted of three </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">rows of huts set up in street fashion, each eighty paces long, </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">situated in a low recess of the mountain, affording complete </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">shelter from the northwest wind. This village was located </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>on the west side of Strickland Brook, a short distance north </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>of the mill pond at Cos Cob, and the road to North Cos Cob </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>now runs through its site. The moon was then at the full </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">and threw a strong light against the mountain so that many </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">a winter's day was not brighter than that night was. </span></span></div><div style="color: #323333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>The Indians were on the alert and prepared to meet their </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">assailants, so the troops determined to charge and sur</span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">round the village sword in hand. They deployed and </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">advanced rapidly and in a short time one Dutchman was </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">killed and twelve wounded. The Indians were also so hard </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">pressed that it was impossible for one to escape, and in a </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">brief space of time there were counted one hundred and </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">eighty dead outside of the huts. Presently, none dare come </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">forth, but kept within the huts discharging arrows through </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">the holes. Captain Underhill, therefore, resolved to set the </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">huts on fire, and the casting of a firebrand upon the row of </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">dry bark huts and wigwams was but the work of a moment, </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">and the whole village was soon in a blaze. </span></span></div><div style="color: #323333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #323333;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">Whereupon the </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">Indians tried every means to escape, but not succeeding they </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">cast themselves into the flames, preferring to perish by fire </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">rather than by the sword, and among the mass of men, </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">women, and children none were heard to cry out or scream. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>According to the reports of the Indians themselves the num</span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">ber then destroyed exceeded five hundred; some say, fully </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">seven hundred, among whom were twenty-five Wappingers, </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">all gathered together to celebrate one of their festivals, from </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">which escaped no more than eight men in all, three of whom </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">were severely wounded. After the fight was finished several </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">fires were built in consequence of the great cold; the </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">wounded, fifteen in number, cared for; and sentinels having </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">been posted the troops bivouacked for the night. </span></span></div><div style="color: #323333;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="color: #323333;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>On the </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">next day the troops started out much refreshed and in good </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>order, arrived in Stamford in the evening, where they were </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">received in a friendly manner and every comfort extended to </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">them. In two days they reached Fort Amsterdam and a </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">thanksgiving was proclaimed on their arrival for the exter</span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">mination of the Siwanoys. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;"><span>Those killed were buried in a large mound on the easterly </span></span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">side of the present road, which was leveled off only a few </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">years ago. The Indians in this part of the country never </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">recovered from the blow. It is true that a few desperate </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">ones hung about the settlements seeking revenge; but they </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">soon went away, and the remainder lived peaceably with the </span><span style="background-color: white; letter-spacing: 0px;">settlers and continued to trade with them.</span></span></div><div style="color: #323333;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #323333; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><b>Old Mead House</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #323333; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Captain Abraham Mead was the eleventh son, each of whom had a sister of Deacon Ebenezer Mead, and was born on the fourteenth day of December 1742. At an early age he was apprenticed to a Dutchman, who was a potter, to learn the potter's trade. This pottery was situated on the westerly side of the Indian Harbor about where the Field House now stands. He was an ingenious by, determined to learn the trade, so he watched his master when he </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">thought</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> himself alone saw the salt thrown into the kiln just before the baking of the clay was completed and the finished articles taken therefrom perfectly glazed, and kept his discoveries to himself. </span>One<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> day </span>the<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> potter, after </span></span></span><span style="color: #323333; font-size: large;">extinguishing the fires, with his boat and men set sail for New Jersey to obtain a load of clay, leaving the boy in charge. The later spent his time in experimenting, and when they rounded the point on their return they discovered the pottery in full blast. It is said the potter prefaced his exclamation, "He's got it, he's got it," meaning the boy knew the business, with some strong language. The potter, however, did not intend to lose so valuable a man, and after the expiration of the term of his apprenticeship took him in as a partner and later on Captain Abraham Mead succeeded the <span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Dutchman in his business. </span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #323333; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #323333; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">He received his early military training in the militia, and at the May Session of the Legislature, 1774, he was commissioned captain of the middle company or train band in the Town of Greenwich.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #323333; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #323333; font-size: large;"><span>Immediately after the Lexington Alarm April, 1775, troops were raised for the defense of New York, and Captain Abraham Meads of Horseneck, 9th Regiment, with part of his company, was ordered to march to New York to assist in the defense of that important point. The returns show the time of service to have been eleven days.</span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #323333; font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #323333; font-size: large;"><span>In the reorganization of the troops in the year 1776, he was detailed to </span></span></span><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">command the 4th Company of the 1st Battalion, Wadsworth Brigade, raised to reinforce General Washington in New Yorkserved on the Brooklyn front a few days before and during the Battle of Long Island, August 27, 1776; was in the Retreat from New York and was among the four thousand men under General Putnam, who were left as a rear-guard, while the main army under General Washington took a position on Harlem Heights. When Clinton landed in New York September 15, 1777, General <span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Washington sent hurried orders to General Putnam to evacuate the city and join him. Lossing states that General Putnam was ignorant of the routes leading from the city, and that Aaron Burr, one of his aids, led the division through the woods west of Broadway (Bloomingdale Road) to Harlem Heights.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">After landing, Howe, Clinton, Tryon and others went to the house of Robert Murray, on Murray Hill, for a short rest and refreshments, as they supposed they had General Putnam hemmed in. The hostess, and unsuspected whig, and a woman of great charm, entertained the officers so graciously, serving them cake, and wine, that she detained them for more than two hours, long enough for the greater part of the forces to escape. They were discovered, however, and a detachment of High infantry was sent in pursuit, which overtook the rear of the American forces in a path extending from the Bloomingdale Road to Harlem Lane, and a warm skirmish took place at the intersection of One Hundredth Street and Eighth Avenue, and Captain Mead and his company came very near being cut off from the main division and captured. He was then posted on Harlem and Washington Heights until the Battle of White Plains, October 28, 1776 in which he and his company were engaged and suffered some loss. After this battle he as in the 9th Regiment, and remained on duty guarding t__ Westchester assumed command of his own company border until January, 1777.</span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">He was appointed a member of the Committee of Safety on the eighth da of December, 1777, and served until the end of the war. He, while acting in this capacity that a price was put on his head, and he was in danger not ____ from recognized foes, but also from the false friends, who might betray him for the reward. One ___ night he went from his home on Held's Point to confer with General John Mead, who was then stationed at Fort Nonsense, which was a short distance above the bridge at Dumpling Pond (now North Mianus). It was unsafe to go by the road, so he took the path along the East Brother Brook. The conference over, he started back, and something strongly impelled him to go some of a different route, so he boldly chose the road. After the close of the war two men, whom he knew, came to him and told him that on that night they were watching for him that on the night they were watching for him on the path, and intended to capture him and deliver him up the the British. He, however, had evaded their evil designs by taking another route home.</span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">On another occasion the commander of the post here warning that a further attempt would be made to take his life, detained four soldiers of the Continental army to serve as his guard; but while on their way to his house on Held's Point, they fell into the ambush designed for Captain Abraham Mead and were all killed and were buried on the point, which place is still marked by a stone.</span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">After the Revolutionary War, he resumed the business of a potter, and made a boat load of pottery and sold it, and used the proceeds to pay off the note on the Second Congregational <span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Church, of which he was a deacon and treasurer for many years. He was chosen town treasurer at the annual town meeting held on the seventeenth day of December 1787, and held the office for ten consecutive years.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><b>T.A. Residence</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><b>Revolutionary Period</b></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">The author's great-grandfather, Deliverance Mead, heard the firing at Horseneck and climbed on top of his house at Indian Field to see what the trouble was, and he saw the horseman ride down the hill and the smoke from the guns of the tories as they fired at him.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">This historic spot is now marked by a monument erected by Putnam Hill Chapter, Daughters of the American Revolution, and unveiled on the sixteenth day of June, 1900. </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Colonel Holdridge, who was in command of the Continental soldiers, retreated in an unsoldierly manner to Stanch, while General Putnam only intended that he should retire a short distance. From the account given of this officer (who was a Hartford man) by the Americans, he was totally unfit to be a soldier at all and much less an officer.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">The citizens hung about the village as near as they dared, hiding in the swamps and by places during the whole day, taking advantage of every opportunity by some daring feat to _____ _______ and even meantime, separating themselves to squares and pillaged every house in the neighborhood; a large body of them visited Cos Cob where they destroyed the salt works, which were on Bush's Point (now the shipyard), a small sloop and a storehouse.</span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">A party of them also entered the house of Daniel and Joshua Smith, which was situated on the westerly side of North Street near the Second Congregational Church. They found this house deserted by all its inhabitants, excepting a deaf old lady, the mother-in-law of Joshua Smith. As they entered they saw her standing at the head of the stairs. She not being able to hear, disobeyed their orders t come down, which so enraged the soldiers that one of them sprang up the stairs, and cut her down with his sword. After their murder the house was set on fire and burned to the ground. This is said to have been the old house wholly burned by the <span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">British during the raid.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">The following houses were within the present limits of the Borough of Greenwich at that time.</span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Colonel Jabez Fitch at the top of Put's Hill.</span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;">Captain Israel Knapp, opposite the <span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">present Episcopal Church (Knapp Tavern).</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">An old building near the Soldier's Monument (probably the town hall). </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Angell Husted, just west of the Second Congregational Church.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Jared Mead near the corner of Milbank and Putnam Avenues.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Captain John Hobby opposite Sherwood Place.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Colonel Thomas Hobby about opposite Mason Street.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">Henry Mead on the corner of Putnam Avenue and Lafayette lace (Mead Tavern).</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(50, 51, 51);">An old house a little further west.</span></span></div><div><span style="color: #323333; 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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-35732183145964843742021-01-30T11:06:00.004-05:002021-01-30T11:06:41.114-05:00ANNOUNCEMENT: Debut Podcast of The Greenwich, A Town For All Seasons Show with Jeffrey Bingham Mead<p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmPZH9gu1WE79K7gOgVRODP3U9gKBA8zSrXvm9Swmegol5-4BsJ_OdxVs7khnmeZQXDU6EtC8kYh8cpyXpkw3DQFUzPVdX3rjflJvv8DiiXdd_JHURMGpnWkpu8oMt7LUv01J7vMdl2ek/s1061/JMeadGreenwichCT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1061" height="459" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkmPZH9gu1WE79K7gOgVRODP3U9gKBA8zSrXvm9Swmegol5-4BsJ_OdxVs7khnmeZQXDU6EtC8kYh8cpyXpkw3DQFUzPVdX3rjflJvv8DiiXdd_JHURMGpnWkpu8oMt7LUv01J7vMdl2ek/w475-h459/JMeadGreenwichCT.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Please click the link to <a href="https://soundcloud.com/jeffrey-bingham-mead/the-greenwich-a-town-for-all-seasons-show-1-year-2021" target="_blank">SoundCloud</a> and to <a href="https://www.podcasts.com/the-greenwich-a-town-for-all-seasons-show-with-jeffrey-bingham-mead/episode/were-back-the-greenwich-a-town-for-all-seasons-show-tuesday-january-26-2021">Podcasts.com</a>.</span></span></p><span data-offset-key="ab026-0-0" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); white-space: pre-wrap;"><div style="color: #050505; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: x-large;">On the Tuesday, January 26, 2021 debut podcast of <a href="http://greenwichatownforallseasons.blogspot.com" target="_blank">The Greenwich, A Town For All Seasons Show with Jeffrey Bingham Mead</a>:</span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">
<div style="text-align: left;"><p style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 10px; white-space: normal;">-You’ll hear about one result that manifested itself in November, 1920: the election for the first time in history of women Justices of the Peace in Greenwich.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 10px; white-space: normal;">-It’s made of bronze, standing over seven feet tall, and it was installed just over a century ago. You’ve no doubt passed by this imposing figure at least once in your lifetime if you’ve driven or walked along Greenwich Avenue in front of the Havemeyer Building, headquarters of the Greenwich Public Schools and Board of Education. We are referring, of course, to the illustrious statue memorializing Col. Raynal C. Bolling of Greenwich, who was killed during the First World War.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 10px; white-space: normal;">-Greenwich’s renowned Bruce Museum was originally built as a private home in 1853. Robert Moffat Bruce -a wealthy textile merchant and member of the New York Cotton Exchange- bought the house and property in 1858. In succeeding years it was the scene of many high society events. You’ll hear about one such party that was held in 1890.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 10px; white-space: normal;">-In November 1920, two thousand people gathered in the Chickahominy neighborhood of Greenwich to witness the laying of a cornerstone for a then-new Catholic church we know today as St. Roch near Hamilton Avenue Elementary School.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 10px; white-space: normal;">-We pause to remember the death a century ago of one of Greenwich’s most famous citizens -Commodore E.C. Benedict. His mansion, Indian Harbor, still stands, plainly visible from the pier at the terminus of Steamboat Road. You'll learn details of his extraordinary life and how he was remembered.</p><p style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 0px 0px 10px; white-space: normal;">-You'll learn of an intimate focus exhibition you’re invited to attend. This one celebrates the Greenwich Historical Society’s recent acquisition of a luminous 1896 canvas by American impressionist artist Childe Hassam, titled The Red Mill, Cos Cob. The Historical Society’s exhibit offers a view into Cos Cob at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries and the role this town played in the development of American Art. Lost Landscape Revealed explores how Hassam, one of America’s foremost Impressionists, and fellow artists, including Elmer MacRae and Kerr Eby, captured the appearance of the waterfront community known as Cos Cob’s Lower Landing.</p></div></span></span><div><span data-offset-key="ab026-0-0" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: left;">Protect Historic Properties and Enjoy the Economic and Environmental Benefits for Greenwich Homeowners and Realtors is a Zoom-based online panel discussion scheduled for Wednesday, January 27, 2021 starting 6:00 p.m. With the escalation in homes being demolished for more contemporary structures, the need for saving Greenwich’s classic New England heritage is greater than ever. The permanent protection of our historic homes is the driver of a strategic alliance between Greenwich Historical Society and the recently formed Historic Properties of Greenwich. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Join the discussion with preservation leaders Jane Montanaro, Executive Director, Connecticut Preservation, Elise Hillman Green, Russell S. Reynolds and Anne Young, Co-Founders, Historic Properties of Greenwich as they share research on the economic and environmental benefits of local property historic designation and outline practical steps homeowners can take to save our community history. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Co-sponsored by Greenwich Historical Society, Historic Properties of Greenwich, Preservation Connecticut and Greenwich Association of Realtors. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYmtwmkdMyg&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR1eav1Hyh1whPq9X5ExiMJs_O3HJL8UoYE1N-dAlKQGX47Rf3aDme4eQco" target="_blank">ONLINE HERE</a>. </div></span></span><span data-offset-key="ab026-2-0"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<div style="text-align: left;">Show Host Jeffrey Bingham Mead -a descendant of the 17th-century founders of Greenwich, Connecticut- will share news of events, happenings and more as today’s debut excursion into Greenwich's history unfolds.
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Email: GreenwichATownForAllSeasons@gmail.com</span></span><div><span style="color: #050505; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="http://GreenwichATownForAllSeasons.blogspot.com">GreenwichATownForAllSeasons.blogspot.com</a><br /></span></span><div><span data-offset-key="ab026-2-0" style="caret-color: rgb(5, 5, 5); color: #050505; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span>
</span><div style="font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, ".SFNSText-Regular", sans-serif; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Phone: 808.721.0306</span></span></div></div></div>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-28607107408746037552021-01-30T08:56:00.012-05:002021-03-01T08:53:11.970-05:00ANNOUNCEMENT: Caroline Mills Smith Mead Memorial Garden and Mead Family Cemetery at Cos Cob<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnFkwc1XAS1IghiI8ouWfqF1UOR8kCFKlMOv3BstoVKv9PfDGc1F326SXqpg3JSSj6DjeGnFUk4mO-5FbQeaL8eENn5wbTxuSU2tlnmeAfZFtKZH4j785BgQu95r5GgFAQ3cU_cDIAU5o/s598/Caroline+Smith+Mead.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="598" data-original-width="497" height="481" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnFkwc1XAS1IghiI8ouWfqF1UOR8kCFKlMOv3BstoVKv9PfDGc1F326SXqpg3JSSj6DjeGnFUk4mO-5FbQeaL8eENn5wbTxuSU2tlnmeAfZFtKZH4j785BgQu95r5GgFAQ3cU_cDIAU5o/w400-h481/Caroline+Smith+Mead.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Caroline Mills Smith Mead (Mrs. William H. Mead)</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.meadburyinggrounds.org" target="_blank">The Historic Mead Family Burying Grounds Association, Inc.</a>, announces the establishment of the Caroline Mills Smith Mead Memorial Garden at the Mead Family Cemetery in Cos Cob. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The Caroline Mills Smith Mead Memorial Garden was established in conjunction with the centennial of the passage of the 19th Amendment to the United States Constitution granting women the right to vote in elections. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>"While Mrs. Mead was not known to be a suffragist, the garden pays respects to a woman whose business acumen, foresight and philanthropy were well-known throughout Greenwich,"</i> said Jeffrey Bingham Mead, historian and founder of The Historic Mead Family Burying Grounds Association.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span><span style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); letter-spacing: 0px;"><span><a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2015/07/obituaries-caoline-mills-mead-1910.html" target="_blank">From the Greenwich News, June 10, 1910, page 7, column 5:</a> <i>"Mrs. Mead was a prominent woman in Greenwich, a woman of strong character in mind and one highly respected in town. She was born in 1826 in Stamford, the daughter of Ebenezer and Rhoda Smith. On her marriage to Mr. Mead she came to Greenwich to live in the old homestead which is now occupied by Mr. Young.</i></span><span face="Trebuchet MS, Trebuchet, sans-serif"><i> </i></span></span></span><i><span style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); letter-spacing: 0px;">Thirty-seven years ago her husband died and upon her then devolved the task of looking out after his large land holdings. In recent years she has done much to improve the property. She had four streets laid out, Mead Circle, Suburban avenue, Glendale street, and Randolph place, all of which are well built up. She showed remarkable business ability in all of her dealings, and much to build up Cos Cob. </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); letter-spacing: 0px;">Mrs. Mead was one of the oldest members of Christ Church and was active in church work. She was a member of the New Canaan chapter of the D.A.R."</span></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjelLopM5LxfHxiJVY7w255Mzu91D-Ozg47qOBSLIn2FR68Fi6WPxc7hVNaqt_qRg58TRgj05dRPr5a6PkKQLJvZ97V0DW3ubzXp-b46uPbvfQMPuR2fQivUxpOCmB9Cob0eaN9LYQv96/s2048/Map292.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1655" data-original-width="2048" height="446" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjelLopM5LxfHxiJVY7w255Mzu91D-Ozg47qOBSLIn2FR68Fi6WPxc7hVNaqt_qRg58TRgj05dRPr5a6PkKQLJvZ97V0DW3ubzXp-b46uPbvfQMPuR2fQivUxpOCmB9Cob0eaN9LYQv96/w551-h446/Map292.jpg" width="551" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Caroline Mills Smith Mead's 'Mead Circle' real estate development in Cos Cob. Map dated 1906.</i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">In 1906, Mrs. Mead laid out streets and developed real estate from her late-husband's lands she inherited upon his death. The area was at one time known as <i>Mead Circle</i>. It included Suburban Avenue, Tremont Street, Randolph Place, Glendale Street and some housing plots along the east side of Sinawoy Road. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>From Greenwich Graphic, June 11, 1910 after she died: <i>"</i></span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><i>Mrs. Mead owned a large acreage of Cos Cob property, and although advanced in years was deeply interested in building up that part of the town, opening up her land into desirable building lots, handsome cottages having been built on many, Mrs. Mead's wish being that only a good class of houses be constructed, and the attractive section known as Mead Circle, which has so rapidly built up the past few years, was a part of her holdings." </i></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">For example: <a href="https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/10-Tremont-St-Cos-Cob-CT-06807/57312812_zpid/" target="_blank">10 Tremont Street (circa 1900)</a>, <a href="https://www.coldwellbankerhomes.com/ct/greenwich/19-tremont-street/pid_16102005/" target="_blank">19 Tremont Street (circa 1910)</a>, ,</span><a href="https://www.redfin.com/CT/Cos-Cob/23-Tremont-St-06807/home/107023360" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" target="_blank"> 23 Tremont Street, was built circa 1906</a><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">, as well as 25 Tremont Street. </span></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA73yDpgMDxWoSvFe2bgDr5vPD6n0MH5ZMDnD53FdXtqm8S8seoLoD6LyRUe72tH_wBhFJR3xUn0MRTFwJjCJNGnj11N01E37KR-WzvwVip3VMEszD44IgEtU2eacF1ChWJr4-U821kRiR/s1575/2.Map.Closeup.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1575" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA73yDpgMDxWoSvFe2bgDr5vPD6n0MH5ZMDnD53FdXtqm8S8seoLoD6LyRUe72tH_wBhFJR3xUn0MRTFwJjCJNGnj11N01E37KR-WzvwVip3VMEszD44IgEtU2eacF1ChWJr4-U821kRiR/w540-h233/2.Map.Closeup.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The memorial garden consists of a strip of land ("Right of Way to Cemetery") connecting the Mead Cemetery on the east side of the Cos Cob Mill Pond to the terminus of Relay Place. <i>"This is the same path to and from the cemetery that she would have traversed when visiting the graves of her father, Ebenezer Smith, and her husband, William H. Mead," </i>said Association president, Jeffrey Bingham Mead.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>"She died in the home she built and gave to her caretaker, Mary Frances Peck, at 7 Relay Place,"</i> Mead continued. <i>"Caroline's funeral was held in the home. Her final journey was from the house to the end of Relay Place, along the path to the cemetery where she was interred in June, 1910. In her recorded last will and testament she hand drew the property lines as they are still today in the 21st century." </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">The land -including the cemetery, which was established circa 1791- has been in the family's possession since the late 17th century. It measures approximating one-third of an acre. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Work on the memorial garden and cemetery was originally scheduled to begin in March, 2020. The COVID-19 pandemic and government-instituted lockdowns at that time delayed the initial start of the project. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Starting in October, 2020 work resumed and is continuing throughout the winter into Spring, 2021. The Association's goal is to complete most work by May 15, 2021. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">This will include the creation of flower beds along the property lines and shoreline along the Cos Cob Mill Pond; the trimming and removal of some trees, planting of perennial and annual ornamental flowers and the installation of either an arbor or gate at the entrance. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8br01-9OS_GUg1bgHfBotnMUQZ-eQS3hBl6TIgagTtY1GJ11lN5wFDIDzztfiyvK_e9Rt401CBbkpLdQSN3AaD4eUOCDbIx7kcqZcJ1zOqhXnsOszh-fLvowA2utz7VhhWsr4lErlQL16/s2048/1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8br01-9OS_GUg1bgHfBotnMUQZ-eQS3hBl6TIgagTtY1GJ11lN5wFDIDzztfiyvK_e9Rt401CBbkpLdQSN3AaD4eUOCDbIx7kcqZcJ1zOqhXnsOszh-fLvowA2utz7VhhWsr4lErlQL16/w299-h224/1.jpg" width="299" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciylj_6f8sY-vyKntjyza4ePqUpA1-QIdybfz5tghcV3ieZpRBpwKkiLhzp_BNV8GTWjLX7CZY8pi3hR5-7t3ysCJHqZBgh00X7wzSzA_deb4r16WsS8pg0UxRY0UIR2xVAQNCg9AU4Zi/s2048/3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhciylj_6f8sY-vyKntjyza4ePqUpA1-QIdybfz5tghcV3ieZpRBpwKkiLhzp_BNV8GTWjLX7CZY8pi3hR5-7t3ysCJHqZBgh00X7wzSzA_deb4r16WsS8pg0UxRY0UIR2xVAQNCg9AU4Zi/w297-h223/3.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigRjZgTgq4PSqHrQ1VPfUutOJ-RRJwijvJP70dMUsI9bswAvRLMyAceQFHvzlXY9sQfvQlD9iTptJ5xy3vMXQ-jjq_erc_h17ZEdS9N3_SyY6T-ffOxaMhJDFUrxzdok1U8IoHWb6inTI/s1396/CemeterySite.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="1230" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigRjZgTgq4PSqHrQ1VPfUutOJ-RRJwijvJP70dMUsI9bswAvRLMyAceQFHvzlXY9sQfvQlD9iTptJ5xy3vMXQ-jjq_erc_h17ZEdS9N3_SyY6T-ffOxaMhJDFUrxzdok1U8IoHWb6inTI/w272-h321/CemeterySite.jpg" width="272" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxpUYbwAXF1QDpXL3PBa7aIfC4g0JU5WjbIJp_ceqXElbH0SYKeJmoBzNqk5AWz6c7fkYmxmtt6mW2yg8tIAJn4-9yBtPpArdis3YnJZTDvAp1J5hRUjw48xNB2IdNKKeEN4nGwCqAa8v/s2048/Embankment1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1575" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxpUYbwAXF1QDpXL3PBa7aIfC4g0JU5WjbIJp_ceqXElbH0SYKeJmoBzNqk5AWz6c7fkYmxmtt6mW2yg8tIAJn4-9yBtPpArdis3YnJZTDvAp1J5hRUjw48xNB2IdNKKeEN4nGwCqAa8v/s320/Embankment1.JPG" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ijUv38CpFQKAn4yrAj2tmQ0two6Wccmw2kkQJn4XmpgLQ0IA3TsnGd7hyphenhyphend5DXO9_wBYH14YklD4mvX8JndP_ymVOQL4sU4QJHhEQlcCXBfwE6pcbyUHqwk9DxDRvtxqexJzTrUcrNK0Q/s2048/4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ijUv38CpFQKAn4yrAj2tmQ0two6Wccmw2kkQJn4XmpgLQ0IA3TsnGd7hyphenhyphend5DXO9_wBYH14YklD4mvX8JndP_ymVOQL4sU4QJHhEQlcCXBfwE6pcbyUHqwk9DxDRvtxqexJzTrUcrNK0Q/w209-h263/4.jpg" width="209" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4S6Gsg8N5SA0Pb73hZFGgAZVMFmgrulRMWsE7jRbF6B2PM3H3Pec26QpvTYJV3T8MtThHhfvWGFvVR6F7wX9HgjAmeKXAjwYVzbpT0IapUxZsEEVtCFAQDczDE9FsgDh6WhfnbW3q5Tr/s2048/CEM.SodRemoved.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4S6Gsg8N5SA0Pb73hZFGgAZVMFmgrulRMWsE7jRbF6B2PM3H3Pec26QpvTYJV3T8MtThHhfvWGFvVR6F7wX9HgjAmeKXAjwYVzbpT0IapUxZsEEVtCFAQDczDE9FsgDh6WhfnbW3q5Tr/w286-h263/CEM.SodRemoved.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">At the same time, work is being performed on the cemetery. This includes the replacement of sod and invasive vines, removal and trimming of trees, the planting of ground-covers and the cleaning of grave markers. </span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlY-eTVakx3V9zN9_nBbn03LRshM53M6RYRgY2AtrSWFf5FijXVH26FhWNyBOvZyRnzGYz_dH_7xlrhq_4V9g4QeHJtoowMl48QicEvFB8nWbyRokSAFpFnCPmweMrX_JVUgUd2qcB9_q2/s2048/Ebenezer+Smith.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1707" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlY-eTVakx3V9zN9_nBbn03LRshM53M6RYRgY2AtrSWFf5FijXVH26FhWNyBOvZyRnzGYz_dH_7xlrhq_4V9g4QeHJtoowMl48QicEvFB8nWbyRokSAFpFnCPmweMrX_JVUgUd2qcB9_q2/w334-h400/Ebenezer+Smith.jpg" width="334" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://meadburyinggrounds.blogspot.com/2015/08/re-introducing-ebenezer-smith-died-1873.html" target="_blank"><i>Ebenezer Smith, father of Caroline Mills Smith Mead, is interred in the cemetery.</i> </a></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89ZfROIhXAbQSe-3NhUZ61BJQkRT4II3TFVZjtr1Dou2bWifvuTMwWV1rqb3qq-VZhdccu6RVE3WNTqUBvORTYV_rh7zvsMGjxeelqxpZm_ZnhkmxLx8cWfTHLWdyUBs8GYZTIG_FWq4A/s475/Bill_Mead_Oak_Tree_Drawing.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="284" data-original-width="475" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89ZfROIhXAbQSe-3NhUZ61BJQkRT4II3TFVZjtr1Dou2bWifvuTMwWV1rqb3qq-VZhdccu6RVE3WNTqUBvORTYV_rh7zvsMGjxeelqxpZm_ZnhkmxLx8cWfTHLWdyUBs8GYZTIG_FWq4A/w281-h168/Bill_Mead_Oak_Tree_Drawing.gif" width="281" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYu17sWNOB7WVPCfmIVl51i4Mi-bk1sqUw9AVCKqItIk8rLNgeT-5Nta6Fmp12OKN4NzmucX1x-dJQvbQNPa8FMLGzdlKCbe4OMrCeU0BuB5w8fLc_8eOG7t-jN_JEC9MiK4imtIGXkA2/s999/WmMeadOak.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="999" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYu17sWNOB7WVPCfmIVl51i4Mi-bk1sqUw9AVCKqItIk8rLNgeT-5Nta6Fmp12OKN4NzmucX1x-dJQvbQNPa8FMLGzdlKCbe4OMrCeU0BuB5w8fLc_8eOG7t-jN_JEC9MiK4imtIGXkA2/w225-h180/WmMeadOak.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: "times new roman";"><p><span style="font-size: large;">A long time ago a massive oak tree once graced the landscape in front of the Mead home located where Cos Cob Elementary School is today. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The drawing featured here is by Whitman Bailey of the "Bill Mead Oak." No one recalls when the tree came down, though it reputedly happened during a hurricane. The tree was so large that a large section of the trunk was hollow, allowing people to actually go inside. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The date of this drawing, allegedly from a photograph, is 1930.</span></p></span><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggE0VDo7r-yEOcrP9eIAFHJ6N5vs5BpMl9FQuioh-a10Jn2lG-dxVNh8FYbCXU3ES-XOuLknd9Lew4SVW5s1t2r8XGeA9m-LxvLR4lkRE7BSTeNLJcIZxSJZxfhjkuuSWgkkH1YiirsX5e/s1999/WMHMeadHouse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1573" data-original-width="1999" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggE0VDo7r-yEOcrP9eIAFHJ6N5vs5BpMl9FQuioh-a10Jn2lG-dxVNh8FYbCXU3ES-XOuLknd9Lew4SVW5s1t2r8XGeA9m-LxvLR4lkRE7BSTeNLJcIZxSJZxfhjkuuSWgkkH1YiirsX5e/w275-h211/WMHMeadHouse.jpg" width="275" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0EYvmfL0XBHEMBhRQcMbE6a1hZh4Xz6Am7ozZ3-5MYe4mQbr5wsPTv9fT_VvExIEzDY6DyQglMDVoFTnrtyyqc1QfvNyiND86t52D1yAgA0lOnRGZUdXzx5Su_G09KFYcqHdgWFFXYhY/s2000/CosCobSchool.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1501" data-original-width="2000" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0EYvmfL0XBHEMBhRQcMbE6a1hZh4Xz6Am7ozZ3-5MYe4mQbr5wsPTv9fT_VvExIEzDY6DyQglMDVoFTnrtyyqc1QfvNyiND86t52D1yAgA0lOnRGZUdXzx5Su_G09KFYcqHdgWFFXYhY/w268-h217/CosCobSchool.jpg" width="268" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><i>The William H. Mead House (left), now the site of Cos Cob Elementary School (right)</i></p><p><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAt7x7yA1evw_ajUFa8uAeDFrHsY_CwIOSLa72klZEaS-3KVVlTmTIRtyrHO8InX4a8tEftgFZt2tnz2kOEGwrv3BrRqQMvqH-5UQImTTB8zQ8Zczj7Qwq5sUUKTBBKfctSEwXehsZ5dMV/s2048/CarolineSmithMeadHouse.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1490" data-original-width="2048" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAt7x7yA1evw_ajUFa8uAeDFrHsY_CwIOSLa72klZEaS-3KVVlTmTIRtyrHO8InX4a8tEftgFZt2tnz2kOEGwrv3BrRqQMvqH-5UQImTTB8zQ8Zczj7Qwq5sUUKTBBKfctSEwXehsZ5dMV/w497-h361/CarolineSmithMeadHouse.jpg" width="497" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Caroline Mills Smith Mead House, circa 1904, at 391 East Putnam Avenue, Cos Cob. <br />Today it is the home of Greenwich Dentistry. </i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;">The Caroline Mills Smith Mead Memorial Garden and the Mead Family Cemetery at Cos Cob <b>are not open to the public</b>. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>Escorted visits must be </span><span>arranged by appointment-only through the Association. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://portal.ct.gov/DECD/Content/Historic-Preservation/01_Programs_Services/Historic-Designations/State-Registry-of-Historic-Places" target="_blank">An application is in the process of submission to have the property listed on the Connecticut State Register of Historic Places. </a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>T</span><span>he Mead Family Cemetery at Cos Cob is a private family plot with burials restricted to Mead family descendants. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span>Contact <a href="mailto:meadburyinggrounds@gmail.com">meadburyinggrounds@gmail.com</a> for further information.</span><span> </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-67122644417831153032021-01-30T07:37:00.006-05:002021-02-16T09:18:55.034-05:00Greenwich Life As It Is-And Was: Historic Ten Acres and the Grave of Major-General Ebenezer Mead (1921)<p> Source: Greenwich News and Graphic, by Erwin Edwards. February 11, 1921. Page 4 and 10.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSBXtnp54tY-fa6yFdhiEBDrWU3uZKJMAyako8SK0YijHSy07xV6joTAqTCZIUUgA7uzrNHGbsk80ayWge_PnptwrGDF79je215U2TNEgTUhtAwEo6d3w2q576oa9Suf3Ml3oRCXJo_bJ/s769/GrnLifeasitwas.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="769" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSBXtnp54tY-fa6yFdhiEBDrWU3uZKJMAyako8SK0YijHSy07xV6joTAqTCZIUUgA7uzrNHGbsk80ayWge_PnptwrGDF79je215U2TNEgTUhtAwEo6d3w2q576oa9Suf3Ml3oRCXJo_bJ/w476-h371/GrnLifeasitwas.png" width="476" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Ten Acres: Every resident of the Town but the stranger, knows where Ten Acres is. <i>(Note: Ten Acres is now the campus of Greenwich High School off East Putnam Avenue and Hillside Road).</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And why shouldn't every resident of the Town but the stranger, knows where Ten Acres is located, that is if a historic plot of land, which is as old as Horseneck, counts for anything in the mind of that resident?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Historic, yes, as historic as Put's Hill; perhaps not so widely known, but the two are always associated together by Greenwich people whenever either is mentioned, for both are connected with the history and life of Greenwich, and admin each other. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It was across Ten Acres that general Putnam sped after his ride down the steep, now named in his honor, it being a short cut over the meadow to the main road leading to Fort Putnam, three miles away, where Putnam was hastening for reinforcements, after Tryon's raid on Greenwich.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Near the Boston Post road, or as it was called in those days the King's Highway, and on Ten Acres, was the home of a patriot, one who fought in the revolutionary war and attained high rank and one who did much for Greenwich -Major-General Ebenezer Mead.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYbfsL7djDbxa3qdHFpHflw9zdM9tms54sufAB9f_XxtzTX7PaYYhuETPQm7nZGKKT9D9i-O09fWyXA8LYa19FH_0fntLBklyWiQAo5Fu2QW3fvRs68Uc47imQTcoj1QYi4jeBvLQuYwy/s1000/TenAcres1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="1000" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYbfsL7djDbxa3qdHFpHflw9zdM9tms54sufAB9f_XxtzTX7PaYYhuETPQm7nZGKKT9D9i-O09fWyXA8LYa19FH_0fntLBklyWiQAo5Fu2QW3fvRs68Uc47imQTcoj1QYi4jeBvLQuYwy/w493-h312/TenAcres1.jpg" width="493" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The house which he occupied, and in the doorway of which he stood when General Putnam Dashed down the hill and cut across the meadow, is still standing and is just beyond the foot of the steep. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">A few years ago there was uncovered at Ten Acres not far from the house and to the west of it, a gravestone which marked the last resting place of General Mead.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">How it was uncovered came about in this way: There came to Greenwich some years ago from the west a man whose boyhood days had been spent in Greenwich, by the name of James R. Mead.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcmnqgxNMG2k9U7ZhsfK7JDSqFUQO3cQaXSAmgLeoUrsoeJh-wmNFjK956F990MX_1HGpKXTPuOHpqUxIJMnV06nTzvMY0VrqrYA6ex-3mtajCxIMn4EUG_Dp6fFKPbRDsd6ivUVtjr3b/s999/TenAcres2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="999" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcmnqgxNMG2k9U7ZhsfK7JDSqFUQO3cQaXSAmgLeoUrsoeJh-wmNFjK956F990MX_1HGpKXTPuOHpqUxIJMnV06nTzvMY0VrqrYA6ex-3mtajCxIMn4EUG_Dp6fFKPbRDsd6ivUVtjr3b/w472-h393/TenAcres2.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRP2OIaeeWFc5lJyGFCiGZRgLermxjaP3i5MgxWiE8rpYgL7o5r7Y6NrxposTLt-FbBufEm5TAWbMi6h5ODxrcISyAjSKe8gyoHfAGJ-BxFtTZxKeCcI-ahQ7hjfPT37ULwZn5IwsOtykb/s1000/TenAcres3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1000" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRP2OIaeeWFc5lJyGFCiGZRgLermxjaP3i5MgxWiE8rpYgL7o5r7Y6NrxposTLt-FbBufEm5TAWbMi6h5ODxrcISyAjSKe8gyoHfAGJ-BxFtTZxKeCcI-ahQ7hjfPT37ULwZn5IwsOtykb/w470-h345/TenAcres3.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">After making some inquiries he learned that General Mead was buried at Ten Acres, a fact which he knew, but the exact spot he didn't know.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">But he found someone who seemed to know where the grave was supposed to be, and this information was imparted to him.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">he gave instructions to a responsible man to find out if the grave of General Mead could positively be proved to be there. Carefully the underbrush, the earth and the grass, which had accumulated in long years was removed, time having leveled the original mound.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Soon a gravestone was unearthed, which lay flat on the ground, having been beaten to earth by winds and storms. It could be seen that it was cracked across its center width. It was carefully lifted out of its resting place and placed on the ground nearby.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Deftly the clinging dirt and moss was brushed off, and traces were then disclosed of the indentures of an inscription. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Still more carefully removing the discolorations and the moss, which had adhered to it, then it was that the marks on it were plainly revealed, and the inscription was easily deciphered and read:</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maj-General</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">EBENEZER MEAD</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">died Feb. 7, 1818</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, that was the grave of General Mead. There was no doubt about it, the gravestone was the proof. The long neglected and almost obliterated resting place of this noted General, this Connecticut soldier, and Greenwich patriot had been found.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcjHrCskD1PpmbXCZAqN9mVf4JkbX7crkJf3vj7T71Lt3PkjG7eJjdXONPp5erT7eyuNevRSJFjaluwB35caKikUIaTit7ihxb-l3y-A8fvvTdYSML3sYOlTEc4z3xkLfwxt56DKWQlyz/s1600/EbenezerMeadGravestone.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="847" height="667" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcjHrCskD1PpmbXCZAqN9mVf4JkbX7crkJf3vj7T71Lt3PkjG7eJjdXONPp5erT7eyuNevRSJFjaluwB35caKikUIaTit7ihxb-l3y-A8fvvTdYSML3sYOlTEc4z3xkLfwxt56DKWQlyz/w352-h667/EbenezerMeadGravestone.JPG" width="352" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>The Ebenezer Mead gravestone, </i><i>relocated many years ago to the cemetery in Christ Church Greenwich.</i> </div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">There was other wording on this brown gravestone, but only the name and the date could be made out.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">The ground was smoothed over and the spot was left undisturbed otherwise. The monument was not taken away, and it is there today, or was, a short time ago, or it may be leaning alongside the near-by stonewall where it was placed.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">It was the custom in colonial days, and later, to bury th owner of a farm or an estate, on the premises, usually in the orchard, in a lot back of the house, or by the road-side near the dwelling. And that is how it happened that the grave of General Mead was in Ten Acres, not far from his dwelling.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Just beyond the meadow where this grave is, or rather at the top of Put's Hill, is the large boulder, or monument, placed there in memory of General Putnam and marking the place where he started on his daring ride.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">All which explains how that immediate locality has become historic, associated as it is, with great men and colonial life and revolutionary war days.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">How Ten Acres came by its name would naturally suggest itself to most anyone. It is a large, level meadow, round in contour and contains just that number of acres, and there is not a tree on the field.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Just north of Ten Acres, West Brothers Brook comes tumbling down over the rocks, at such descent, and in such rapid current, that the water, dashing against the strong obstructions, is churning into foam, which suggested the name, Butter Milk Falls, a name as old as Ten Acres.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">West Brothers Brook courses down through the meadow, but originally went its own way. years ago, however, a deep ditch was cut through the center of the field, and the water now flows in this ne channel, continuing its run until it meets its brother, East Brothers Brook, at the side of the Boston Post road, but a short distance beyond.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">In the winter, Ten Acres becomes an ice pond, by means of a dam which causes the meadow to be flooded with water.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">For years and years, a hundred years, Ten Acres has been a pleasure ground in the winter time. A popular skating pond, known far beyond the confines of Greenwich, and today it is more popular than ever as a pond to indulge in that pastime.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Though Ten Acres may some day be more exclusive than it is under its present owner, for he has never put up a "no trespass" sign, nor does he intend to, but if the public is ever disbarred from it, it will always have its historic associations which never can be taken away from it as long as the history of Greenwich remains.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-11716917066955829272021-01-01T19:33:00.003-05:002021-01-01T19:33:54.814-05:00Another Land Company: Merwin Mead Property (1899)Source: Greenwich Graphic. April 15, 1899. Page 1.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffNnh_tjszsgr4fkcxEY9cwGB064bvLk_a7iZvNqsuXrT_5lY62zeIeVP0TvSwOrzP3m-ooUnJFVKiHbZYp6INl0pOdH-P0KLYopCs81m_pqywoAuChsFgW_mHn6rXrgDz4uG-P_j6wIC/s848/MerwinHeadline.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="848" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffNnh_tjszsgr4fkcxEY9cwGB064bvLk_a7iZvNqsuXrT_5lY62zeIeVP0TvSwOrzP3m-ooUnJFVKiHbZYp6INl0pOdH-P0KLYopCs81m_pqywoAuChsFgW_mHn6rXrgDz4uG-P_j6wIC/w576-h394/MerwinHeadline.png" width="576" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Building sites in the borough have always been held at a high figure, for the simple reason that the demand was greater than the supply. Many people would have bought and built house, could they have obtained what they wanted at a price within their means. That is the chief reason why the village has failed to grow, in proportion to other towns along the shore. Lots as a rule have been held very high, and this has deterred the man of ordinary means from located here. By ordinary means we refer to a person, say who has an income of two or three thousand dollars.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">When it became known that Mr. Merwin Mead had concluded to throw his land upon the market and cut it up into building sites, with one voice, those who heard of it said, "It ought to have been done ten years ago, and what a paying investment it would have proved." Now that he has decided to depose of it in this way, it will be a good thing for him and the others interested in the property, as well as for the borough.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">It is hardly a land company that has control of it, in one sense, for he has not sold it, but passed it over to three trustees to develop.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">This farming property of Mr. Mead's comprises about 25 acres and is situated between Greenwich and Davis avenues, and is bounded by Smith Mead's farm on the south and East Elm street on the north. He gave a deed this week of it which empowers Nelson B. Mead, Sheldon E. Minor and George Mead to lay out and open the property into building sites and to improve it, the proceeds to be divided in accordance with the interests.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">This property will cut up into about 75 good sites, it can be readily seen that they can be sold for a fair figure and turn in a handsome return to those interested.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Work will be begun on the property to improve __________ the change it will _________. Greenwich ______ then ought to grow, and grow rapidly. </span></div><div><br /></div>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-35328430278757092342020-12-31T13:00:00.001-05:002020-12-31T13:00:19.981-05:00Happy New Year! (December 31, 1920) <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2eZfTR0CdKSETHSKIF9PNSccBXk1HB2_DDiZPWJ4d7LUCNAn_9sVgMHu6_j1OmejD4b4Tl-4a4q1knQRygYKGlNZtq_hH-hu2n_mkSKguwiZ_KiiEVwRAn0uXtBmWqFWLQSa27CJPhsqM/s629/GGDec31%252C+1920.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="287" data-original-width="629" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2eZfTR0CdKSETHSKIF9PNSccBXk1HB2_DDiZPWJ4d7LUCNAn_9sVgMHu6_j1OmejD4b4Tl-4a4q1knQRygYKGlNZtq_hH-hu2n_mkSKguwiZ_KiiEVwRAn0uXtBmWqFWLQSa27CJPhsqM/w683-h312/GGDec31%252C+1920.png" width="683" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642900557982519957.post-42779260160912521912020-12-31T12:58:00.000-05:002020-12-31T12:58:17.299-05:00First In Greenwich History: 'Lady Justices of the Peace' (November, 1920 Elections)<p> Source: The Greenwich Graphic. January 7, 1921. Page 1.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT254QoL6ok0_6hE2LgtdWhFn3S0c8yJiIlc41sV2jiHwh8CRyt6mc5mSaQyNuZSPpY-emK3-HluzfViCRRGIznH8WWB4VzkjmQbhL1sdHmr-cvcvTvDkOJNXA62LIBJyd89m9MoywPFqu/s934/Justices1921.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="934" data-original-width="300" height="885" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT254QoL6ok0_6hE2LgtdWhFn3S0c8yJiIlc41sV2jiHwh8CRyt6mc5mSaQyNuZSPpY-emK3-HluzfViCRRGIznH8WWB4VzkjmQbhL1sdHmr-cvcvTvDkOJNXA62LIBJyd89m9MoywPFqu/w328-h885/Justices1921.png" width="328" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Historic Mead Burying Grounds, Inc.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08193390414572401787noreply@blogger.com0