Hi Marueen: Oh yes! I remember Nantasket Beach very well! In fact I will never forget it. My stepgrandmother took ,y sister and I on the train from Springfield to Boston, then over to the ferry to ride to Nantasket Beach for the day! Ut was very foggy in Boston Harbor, and lo and behold, the ferry that left ahead of us got stuck on a sandbar, and couldn't get loose. The boat kept swing back and forth, and with all of that going on, our boat was all but reluctant to go past the other one, but finally did! We had a wonderful time at the beach with riding on the rides, and having time to swim and of course a nice picnic lunch. The ferry personnel did tell us we would have to return to Boston by trolly. What we didn't know was, that the stuck ferry made the news and of course the plight of the boat was on the radio, and my Uxbridge grandmother heard it, and went into a tizzy thinking we were drowned! My father was to pick us up from the train station, so he calmly went about doing what he needed to do while the rest of the family was in terrible distress thanks to my grandmother, Mary Imogene 9 (Rawson) Gordon. My father kept telling her that until he went to the train station and discovered we were not on the train, he wasn't going to panic, so she might as well cease all the fuss too. The episode even made the paper! I remember seeing the picture of the ferry on the front page of the Springfield Paper. That had to have happened about 1948. I remember another time going to Purgatory Chasm, and my sister nearly got herself lost. One minute she was there where we were having our picnic lunch and the next minute poof! My grandmother was insistent that the bear carried her off! I don't think there were any bears, but my grandmother certainly thought that there were. My sister had seen a chipmunk and was bent on capturing it, so wander off to do just that! When we would have out annual family reunions in Uxbridge in the fall, we'd all go down into the Water Works to play ball after eating dinner. It was great - all the kids got to get a turn to hit the ball. G-Uncle Jeff lived across the road on Blackstone Street, way up on the hill, so we'd all walk down to enjoy the open area with nice grass. Uncle Jeff had a crochet set put up at one end, so those who didn't want to play (1 base -softball) could play crochet. I remember there just being 3 house up on the hill, across from the water works, one being owned by Uncle Jeff, and then further down Blackstone Street, nothing but woods all the way to Rte 122. Not anymore! It too has built up. After Uncle Jeff died, Aunt Pearl had a little house built on the road, and she sold the big house to her daughter Marcia (Rawson) Cormier. Marcia sold the house and moved to Florida, and Aunt Pearl having trouble seeing, went with Marcia. Marcia's son, Robert Cormier and his family live in the little house on the road, which he purchased from Aunt Pearl. One of the other second cousins lives in Milford. The rest of us are all over the map. A few still are in the Harrisville, RI area, and my sister in Providence. Alison

Hi Allison, What a horror story... I have one about Purgetory Chasm's...... We went there with a playground from the street I lived on at the time...I was ONLY 4....We went through all the ROCK chasm's and the next one we needed to jump from one rock to another to complete the journey....There was someone in back of me that was older and more PUSHY.... I told the person I was NOT ready to jump from one stone TO another yet...SO he said to me JUMP OR DIE!!! SO I said I would FREEZE....NOT to go ANY FURTHER. Soooooo what happened was they sent a POSSEY out to look for me....Since I did NOT make it to the other side..THEN the POSSEY came in and made EVERYONE FREEZE to where they were...SO they could bring EVERYONE INTO SAFETY!!!! THE FREEZE THING WAS ONLY TO MAKE SURE YOU MADE IT THROUGH THE CHASM'S.....Wasn't that an EMBARRISING STORY LISA????? >From: "AGFranks" <[email protected]> >To: [email protected] >Subject: RE: [MAWORCES] Dear Old Mendon >Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2006 18:55:10 -0700 > > > >Hi Marueen: > >Oh yes! I remember Nantasket Beach very well! In fact I will never forget >it. My stepgrandmother took ,y sister and I on the train from Springfield >to Boston, then over to the ferry to ride to Nantasket Beach for the day! >Ut was very foggy in Boston Harbor, and lo and behold, the ferry that left >ahead of us got stuck on a sandbar, and couldn't get loose. The boat kept >swing back and forth, and with all of that going on, our boat was all but >reluctant to go past the other one, but finally did! We had a wonderful >time at the beach with riding on the rides, and having time to swim and of >course a nice picnic lunch. The ferry personnel did tell us we would have >to return to Boston by trolly. What we didn't know was, that the stuck >ferry made the news and of course the plight of the boat was on the radio, >and my Uxbridge grandmother heard it, and went into a tizzy thinking we >were >drowned! My father was to pick us up from the train station, so he calmly >went about doing what he needed to do while the rest of the family was in >terrible distress thanks to my grandmother, Mary Imogene 9 (Rawson) Gordon. >My father kept telling her that until he went to the train station and >discovered we were not on the train, he wasn't going to panic, so she might >as well cease all the fuss too. The episode even made the paper! I >remember seeing the picture of the ferry on the front page of the >Springfield Paper. That had to have happened about 1948. > >I remember another time going to Purgatory Chasm, and my sister nearly got >herself lost. One minute she was there where we were having our picnic >lunch and the next minute poof! My grandmother was insistent that the bear >carried her off! I don't think there were any bears, but my grandmother >certainly thought that there were. My sister had seen a chipmunk and was >bent on capturing it, so wander off to do just that! > >When we would have out annual family reunions in Uxbridge in the fall, we'd >all go down into the Water Works to play ball after eating dinner. It was >great - all the kids got to get a turn to hit the ball. G-Uncle Jeff lived >across the road on Blackstone Street, way up on the hill, so we'd all walk >down to enjoy the open area with nice grass. Uncle Jeff had a crochet set >put up at one end, so those who didn't want to play (1 base -softball) >could >play crochet. I remember there just being 3 house up on the hill, across >from the water works, one being owned by Uncle Jeff, and then further down >Blackstone Street, nothing but woods all the way to Rte 122. Not anymore! >It too has built up. After Uncle Jeff died, Aunt Pearl had a little house >built on the road, and she sold the big house to her daughter Marcia >(Rawson) Cormier. Marcia sold the house and moved to Florida, and Aunt >Pearl having trouble seeing, went with Marcia. Marcia's son, Robert >Cormier >and his family live in the little house on the road, which he purchased >from >Aunt Pearl. One of the other second cousins lives in Milford. The rest of >us are all over the map. A few still are in the Harrisville, RI area, and >my sister in Providence. > >Alison > > > > > >==== MAWORCES Mailing List ==== >Worcester GenWeb has many Resources >Check it out!! >http://www.rootsweb.com/~maworces > _________________________________________________________________ On the road to retirement? Check out MSN Life Events for advice on how to get there! http://lifeevents.msn.com/category.aspx?cid=Retirement