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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

In My Footsteps: Trip 117: Medfield, Massachusetts


In My Footsteps
Christopher Setterlund


Trip 117:  Medfield, Massachusetts
March 30, 2011


            Never had I been so excited and so scared to visit a place as I was when I visited Medfield.  No, there is nothing scary about Medfield itself, it is a beautiful town about twenty-five miles southwest of Boston.  It was getting to step foot on the grounds of an abandoned mental hospital that made this trip different from any I had taken before.
Peak House
            Originally part of Dedham, the town of Medfield was particularly ravaged during King Philip’s War during 1675.  Half of the town was burned to the ground by the Native Americans.  The first spot I visited, the Peak House, was burned to the ground and rebuilt shortly thereafter.  Rebuilt in 1680 the small home on Main Street has a very high pitched steep roof which makes it look different than the average house.  It is said that the house has the steepest roof on record for a 17th century house in Massachusetts.
            Taking a break from the historic homes of Medfield I ventured to a secluded hiking area called the Noon Hill Reservation.  I parked on the similarly named Noonhill Road and hiked the trail that led to the summit of Noon Hill.  The reservation itself is 204 acres which would take a lot of time to see, but the trail up to the summit of the 370-foot Noon Hill will give you a great idea of what the area is all about.  There are some clearing areas at the top which allow you to see neighboring Walpole, Norfolk, and even Great Blue Hill.  It is definitely a worthwhile hike.
Dwight-Derby House
            Returning to the historic areas of Medfield I went to check out the Dwight-Derby House on Frairy Street.  Built in 1651 the house is one of the ten oldest homes in America.  As if that wasn’t enough if you simply turn around there is an amazing scene.  Sitting just on the other side of Meetinghouse Pond is the First Unitarian Church built in 1789.  When the weather is right there is a near perfect reflection of the church in the pond’s peaceful waters.  The weather was right on this day which is why I am mentioning it.
            Despite all of the other wonderful spots to check out in Medfield there was one that I was excited to see well before my arrival and that was the abandoned Medfield State Hospital on Hospital Road.  Built in 1892 the hospital was for the clinically insane, a mental hospital.  At its peak there were fifty-eight buildings on 900 acres housing a maximum of 2,200 patients.
Part of the 'neighborhood' of buildings at Medfield State Hospital.
            The property was closed down in 2003 but recently reopened to the public; it has even been used for movies like Shutter Island.  I knew upon arrival that this was going to be different than almost any place I had seen thus far and it was.  I parked in an abandoned field across the street and approached the guard shack.  The guard let me in and I was soon on my way into another world.
            This ‘hospital’ was more like an abandoned neighborhood, there were so many buildings, red brick with red plywood over most of the windows.  The blood red color only made the long walk from the guard shack to the neighborhood of abandoned buildings more eerie.  There were hardly any sounds, no birds, no animals foraging around, really creepy.  I also noticed signs with red ‘X’s’ on some and single slashes on others.  I can only assume that this is marking which buildings are to be torn down and which are to remain standing.
The creepy 'crying' windows at Medfield State Hospital.
            It was easy for me to get lost in thinking of what the place was like when it was active having seen so many clichéd horror movies dealing with mental hospitals.  It was only made creepier by the other security guard slowly patrolling around the grounds in his car.  There were things about the Medfield State Hospital that were odd and added to the experience.  Once such thing was the trails of white paint running underneath many windows of the buildings, it made it seem like the windows were crying which was really unsettling. 
            It may be a little unnerving to walk the grounds of the Medfield State Hospital but I would recommend it to anybody who likes a little bit of terror with their travels.  If not there are plenty of other awesome places to check out like Noon Hill and the historic Peak and Dwight-Derby Houses.  Medfield was a great spot for me and I think it has something for everybody’s tastes.  Have fun and happy traveling!

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Directions:  Noon Hill Reservation:  From Rt. 3 take exit 20A to merge onto I-93 S, continue onto Rt. 1 S, continue onto I-95 N.  Take exit 16B for Rt. 109 W., follow 7.6 mi., turn left onto South St., turn left onto Rt. 27 S., take 1st right onto South St., take 3rd right onto Noonhill Rd., parking area is on the left.
            Medfield State Hospital:  From Rt. 3 take exit 20A to merge onto I-93 S, continue onto Rt. 1 S, continue onto I-95 N.  Take exit 16B for Rt. 109 W., follow 7.7 mi., turn right onto North St., take a slight left onto Harding St., slight left onto Hospital Rd.  Main entrance to hospital grounds is .7 mi. up on right.  I parked across the street when I visited.

            Medfield Historical Society.org
           

Saturday, April 16, 2011

In My Footsteps: Trip 112: Georgetown, Mass.


In My Footsteps
Christopher Setterlund


Trip 112:  Georgetown, Massachusetts
March 9, 2011


Sign marking site of Goodrich Massacre.
            Originally settled as the West Parish of Rowley by a group of farmers looking for fertile meadowlands the small town of Georgetown has a long history.  Georgetown was called New Rowley until it was large enough to be incorporated on its own in 1838.  It is now considered a distant suburb of the amazing North Shore.
Brocklebank House
            Though the colony was not directly involved in King Philip’s War, from 1675-76, it was the recipient of Native American raids.  This tied in directly to the first place I visited once I entered Georgetown.  On North Street sits an unassuming sign, what it says is very important though.  It marks the site of the Goodrich Massacre which happened in 1692.  The story is that Benjamin Goodrich, his wife, and two daughters were killed by a group of Native Americans during their evening prayer.  There is no known reason for the slaughter but it is an anomaly as there are so few Native American massacre sites on the North Shore.  Besides the sign there is not much to see.  There is a regular home on the grounds and I was not okay with walking the ten ‘rods,’ or about 165 feet, to the proper site of the massacre.
            While stopping periodically to photograph various historic homes I ended up having a pretty odd experience.  The spot I was supposed to shoot was the Samuel Brocklebank House.  I parked across the street from it at the end of Elm Street in front of a very eerie dark green antiques shop building.  The name said Auntie Lil’s and I cannot find much information about it.  The reason it was an odd experience was the banging on the windows when I stepped out of my car.  I made a point to stop and look around for any people moving around in a neighboring house but there was nothing as far as I saw.
Auntie Lil's antiques, haunted?
            I went and shot the Brocklebank House and returned to my car only to hear the same banging on the windows of the old antiques shop.  It intrigued me so much that I took a few photos of the building hoping to maybe see something in one of the windows.  There was nothing but I would love to hear if anybody else ever heard or saw something around that building or if it was just my imagination.
            The Brocklebank House was built in the late 1600’s with the land the house stands on being deeded to surveyor Samuel Brocklebank in 1661.  Brocklebank was killed in 1676 during King Philip’s War but the house remained in his family until 1754 when it was sold and turned into a tavern.  There is a sign depicting a redcoat soldier with the year 1754 on it which I figure represents the time the home became a tavern.  It was under repair while I was there which made visiting inside impossible.
Georgetown Town Offices, home of 'Old Nancy.'
            Something I found interesting about Georgetown was the fact that their town hall was not always used as such.  The yellow building where the town offices reside was formerly a school, the Central School built in 1905.  Inside the historic old school sits ‘Old Nancy.’  Old Nancy is a Revolutionary War cannon supposedly taken from the British warship ‘Nancy’ which was captured off of Gloucester.  The best part of the story is that the cannon was left by major Eben Boynton to his two sons, one from New Rowley(Georgetown) and the other from Rowley.  The cannon has spent time in both towns and they both lay claim to it as their own.
            A small town with a rich history Georgetown is a spot that everyone will enjoy.  Take the time to visit the historical society at the Brocklebank House and gaze upon ‘Old Nancy’ the Revolutionary War cannon.  Also if anybody knows whether Auntie Lil’s antiques shop is haunted let me know.  Have fun and happy traveling!

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Directions:  Brocklebank House:  From I-95 N take exit 54B for Rt. 133/E. Main St.  Follow 2 miles, house will be on the right.  Auntie Lil’s antiques is across the street.
            Georgetown Town Hall:  From I-95 N take exit 53B for Rt. 97 N.  Follow 3.5 mi., turn right at Library St., town hall is on right.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

In My Footsteps: Trip 52: Nahant, Mass.

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In My Footsteps
Christopher Setterlund

Trip 52: Nahant, Mass.
May 20, 2010

            Most of the places I have visited I have been excited to see, some more than others.  Then there are places that make a trip by being even better than expected.  Still, there have been very few places that I have been very excited to see and then have been even better than expected.  Nahant is one of the few places that hit it on both counts.  It is a true one in a million place to visit.  I have been telling all I know about my love affair with this place since I visited, now it is time to bring you folks in as well.
            Barely more than a mile wide at its greatest, and connected to the mainland by a strip of land a little wider than a two-lane road, Nahant packs a lot of beautiful sites into a very small area.  The name ‘Nahant’ comes from the Native American word meaning ‘the point,’ or ‘almost an island.’  Settled in 1630 and originally used by people from neighboring Lynn to graze cattle Nahant only had three homes on its 1.2 square miles as late as 1800.  Now mainly a residential area Nahant began mostly as a summer retreat.  The first hotel was built here in 1802 and some of the first amusement parks were built here during the late 19th century.  Being a residential community now I believe is what helps make Nahant a one in a million place.
            The first spot I wanted to see was actually the furthest point away from the entrance to Nahant.  Swallow Cave(above, top), located at the end of the road of the same name, is a bit out of the way but its story was what captured my imagination.  The cave itself is said to be haunted by a fortune teller from Salem named Witch Wonderful.  Legend has it that during King Philip’s War in 1675 forty Native Americans canoed from Cape Cod and raided Lynn.  The settlers fought back and pushed the Natives out to Nahant where they eventually lost them. 
The settlers consulted Witch Wonderful and she informed them that these Natives were hiding out in the area now known as Swallow Cave.  She also helped convince the Natives to surrender without bloodshed.  The haunting comes from the fact that Witch Wonderful predicted her own death no more than two weeks later.  She was buried atop a hill overlooking the cave and her ghost is said to be seen walking the rocks and the shore.
I did not see any signs of ghosts when I visited the cave area but it was an incredible sight.  A hard climb, the view from on top of the cave is tremendous as you can see across Broad Sound to the Boston skyline(above, bottom).  This is where I got my looks down into the cave where the tide was filling it with water.  I definitely suggest checking the tides before attempting to enter the narrow cave opening as even a little water makes the rocks slippery and dangerous.
Nearly every spot in Nahant has a view of the ocean so finding a beach or park with access to the water is not hard.  However, there are a few spots that stood out above the rest.  East Point(right) located on Nahant Road is a perfect example of this as this park used to be a coastal artillery site during World War II.  The rocks jutting out on the left and right make you feel like you’re in a bowl with the classic North Shore waves funneling their way inside.  There are a few benches and a small parking area that allow you to sit and enjoy the sights, sounds, and even smells of the shore.  This spot is also right next to the Marine Science Center of Northeastern University.
On the other side of Nahant, not very far, sits Nahant Harbor(left) and Dorothy Cove.  Despite the small size of the town I found it amusing that there is still a golf course located there.  Kelly Green Golf Course is small but still just the fact that Nahant has one at all is pretty neat.  There is a parking lot for the golf course that can be used for Nahant Harbor and Dorothy Cove.  I stood up on the retaining wall and enjoyed the sound of the waves pulling the loose rocks toward the ocean, it reminded me of the sound of marbles being juggled about in one’s hand.  It was a very soothing sound and a soothing place.
On the way out of Nahant there are a few more great places to stop and see.  First is the even smaller neighborhood known as Little Nahant.  It is no more than a few roads sticking out to the east of Nahant Road but it is slightly elevated above the surrounding areas which gives some great views of the northern section of Nahant as well as Egg Rock located off shore.
Finally there is Nahant Beach(right) which runs along Nahant Road as you enter, or exit, the town.  It runs northeast into Lynn Shore which was covered in my Lynn article.  The beach has a great view of Lynn and Nahant Bay while the nearly mile long parking lot means there is almost always a spot open.  As if to put an exclamation point on the trip there is even a Dunkin’ Donuts Café located in the parking lot of Nahant Beach.   
What was more impressive than the specific sights to see in Nahant was the overall vibe that this tiny landmass has.  It was this vibe that left the biggest impact on me.  Although connected by a narrow strip of land driving out to Nahant is as close as you can get to driving to and island.  Once you pass the ‘Welcome to Nahant’ sign it is like being in a different world.  Every street, every beach, every park is worth seeing, and with only 1.2 square miles of land you can see it all.  I put Nahant one an entirely different level of places to see, there is no reason not to visit this town.  If you don’t go anywhere else I have been do yourself a favor and take in Nahant, you will not be disappointed.  Have fun and happy traveling!

To view a short video of my time in Nahant click here: In My Footsteps: Nahant, Mass.  

My first book, In My Footsteps: A Cape Cod Travel Guide, is now available from Schiffer Books!

Directions:  Nahant: From Rt. 3 north take Exit 20B to merge onto I-93 north.  Take Exit 20 toward Logan Airport.  Merge onto I-90 east, continue onto Rt. 1A north, at rotary take 2nd exit to remain on Rt. 1A north.  Continue onto Lynnway, at rotary take 1st exit onto Nahant Rd.  From here Nahant Beach is on left, Swallow Cave is on Swallow Cave Rd., East Point is at the end of Nahant Road, Nahant Harbor is along Willow Rd.
            Nahant.org - Official Site

Monday, May 31, 2010

In My Footsteps: Trip 49: Narragansett, RI

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In My Footsteps
Christopher Setterlund

Trip 49: Narragansett, RI
May 13, 2010

            There is something about a beautiful drive along the coast that makes a perfect trip.  To accomplish this all one has to do is find the nearest ocean and go.  However, there are a few places that I have been to thus far that take the ‘drive along the coast’ and turn it into a breathtaking scene that I hoped would never end.  Narragansett, Rhode Island is one such place.  Anybody who has been there knows just what I am talking about, but for those who may have never experienced it I will try my best to do this incredible coastal wonderland justice.
            The Narragansett name itself comes from the tribe of Native Americans which lived on the land when it was first settled by Europeans in 1635.  Their name translated means ‘people at/of the small, narrow point.’  The Narragansett tribe absorbed members from other tribes during King Philip’s War to keep a Native American identity and they are still a recognized tribe to this day with some 2,400 members.
            Although not the official entrance into Narragansett, Ocean Road is definitely the place to begin any trip here.  The Towers(left) is the most famous landmark in Narragansett and it acts as a gateway into the historic district of the town.  What remains of the old Narragansett Pier Casino makes up The Towers; it is a beautiful archway stretching over the road.  The Casino was the center of social life during the late 19th century in Narragansett and rivaled the popularity of Newport’s Casino until it burned down in 1900.  
Built in 1883 the Narragansett Pier Casino burned during the Great Fire of 1900 in which the neighboring Rockingham Hotel burned and quickly caught the Casino on fire.  All that remained was the granite structure that made up The Towers.  It is an amazing site; there is a beautiful fountain just to the right as you approach the archway.  On the left as you approach is the ocean and the very popular Narragansett Beach.  It was filled with surfers on this day as is the norm; I had to make it a point to stop and watch since I have no talent for surfing as it is.  I spent a while just enjoying the scenery in the area surrounding The Towers but there is much more to see in Narragansett.
The Ocean Road Historic District is filled with incredible homes dating back more than a hundred years including the Dunmere house.  Built in 1883 this home sits on three and a half acres and has an amazing view of the Atlantic Ocean.  There are remnants of a fishing pier where the original owner, Robert Graham Dun, entertained the likes of the Vanderbilt family and President Grover Cleveland.
Running parallel to Ocean Road for a bit is Gibson Avenue, these two roads help to create a border of the Earlescourt Historic District.  Gibson Avenue features the Druidsdream house.  Built in 1884 for Joseph Peace Hazard who named it Druidsdream due to his interest in the druids which are adherents of an ancient Celtic religion the home currently is maintained as a bed and breakfast.  It is also open periodically for tours, by current owner Nancy Richards, of its eleven bedrooms and seven bathrooms as well as eleven fireplaces.  The Earlescourt Historic District, if you approach from the west, has a large stone tower standing guard as you drive down Earles Court.  Having Scargo Tower nearby I felt the need to stop and enjoy what many locals probably pass by without batting an eyelash.
Further down Ocean Road I found Scarborough State Beach(above) which to me seemed like a slice of California.  For one, it is about a mile long, running along the road.  It is separated into two sections, North and South; each has its own set of showers, a pavilion, seventy-five picnic tables, boardwalk, and an observation tower.  All of this makes this appear to be much more than an average beach.  The array of structures running along the sand were what made me feel as though I was on the West Coast rather than in Rhode Island; it was an unexpected surprise.
At the tip of Narragansett sits Point Judith and the lighthouse(right) of the same name.  It sits on the grounds of the local Coast Guard station but it is very easy to spot even from behind the chain link fence.  This lighthouse might be familiar to some folks as it is currently being featured in a Marines commercial which made it cool to see up close.
The current tower was built in 1857 and made of brownstone.  The actual Point Judith name origin is widely debated with some saying it was named for the mother-in-law of merchant John Hull while others say it was named for the Tribe of Judah in The Bible.  Ironically when first built the lighthouse did not do a good job in keeping vessels safe, in 1855 alone sixteen vessels were destroyed or stranded off of Point Judith.  The traffic passing Point Judith was greater than that entering New York Harbor into the early 20th century which is a truly remarkable fact.  Although I did not get to actually lay my hands on this piece of history it was enough for me to be within sight of it.  Point Judith Light was a highlight of my Narragansett trip but it was not my last stop.
I drove a little west to Galilee Port(left) where the Block Island Ferry departs.  The beach located on the east side of the port is fascinating for one big reason and that is the breakwater.  There is a breakwater on either side of the entrance to the port, but then more than a mile out to sea is a V-shaped breakwater which keeps the beach area very calm.  I could only stare out and wonder why and how it was created.  Along this shoreline sits the award-winning George’s of Galilee seafood restaurant.  It was hard to miss with its adorable fish logo both on its façade and on the beach as well.
If my article has not yet tempted you to venture down to Narragansett I do not know what will.  This town is chock full of both historic places and beautiful seaside sights.  It may not have the same plethora of mansions like Newport but it has its share.  The Towers and Point Judith Light are reason enough to make the drive down to Narragansett.  I am definitely planning on paying this spot another visit and think everyone reading should do the same.  I cannot recommend Narragansett enough, it is spectacular.  Have fun and happy traveling!



To see a short video of my trip to Narragansett click here: YouTube - Narragansett, RI

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Directions:  The Towers: From I-195 heading west take Exit 8A for Rt. 24.  Exit onto Rt. 114, turn right at Coddington Highway, continue onto JT O’Connell Rd., take 3rd exit at rotary for Admiral Kalbfus Rd.  Take Rt. 138 and cross the Newport Bridge and Jamestown Bridge.  Take Exit for Rt. 1A, keep right and follow signs for Narragansett.  Continue to Beach St., turn left at Ocean Rd.
Scarborough State Beach:  From I-195 heading west take Exit 8A for Rt. 24.  Exit onto Rt. 114, turn right at Coddington Highway, continue onto JT O’Connell Rd., take 3rd exit at rotary for Admiral Kalbfus Rd.  Take Rt. 138 and cross the Newport Bridge and Jamestown Bridge.  Take Exit for Rt. 1A, keep right and follow signs for Narragansett.  Continue to Beach St., turn left at Ocean Rd.  Follow Ocean Rd. just over 3 miles, make a U-turn to enter beach lot.
Point Judith Lighthouse:  From I-195 heading west take Exit 8A for Rt. 24.  Exit onto Rt. 114, turn right at Coddington Highway, continue onto JT O’Connell Rd., take 3rd exit at rotary for Admiral Kalbfus Rd.  Take Rt. 138 and cross the Newport Bridge and Jamestown Bridge.  Take Exit for Rt. 1A, keep right and follow signs for Narragansett.  Continue to Beach St., turn left at Ocean Rd.  Follow Ocean Rd. which becomes Rt. 108, follow it to the end, lighthouse is straight ahead but on private property.  
References:  George's of Galilee
            The Towers, Narragansett
            Narragansett, RI - Official Site