|General Solomon Lowe (1782-1861)|
Today, looking for a reason not to finish my Christmas shopping, I finally stopped by to check out the General. It turns out, back in 1901, a travel reporter for The New York Times had a similar idea.
I leave the story, 113 years old if a day, to him.
At a place known as Boxford, about ten miles from Andover, Mass. far, far from the madding crowd, there is as curious a burying ground as can be found in all New England. As a matter of fact, Boxford is just a section of country, beautiful country at that, but there is no village or gathering of habitations which could be dignified with the name of town. The quiet farmspeople go their peaceful ways utterly oblivious to the odd humor to be found in their old burying ground.
I might point out that there's a little city-slickerism going on here, and throughout the article. Boxford is still today no booming metropolis, but the town had a "center" in 1645 (the same year Manhattan was just being deeded to the Dutch), a railroad stop in 1854, and by 1901 both an East and West Boxford Village. It also had in 1901 a rather substantial match factory. It's fair to say, however, that if Route 95 hadn't altered the town's quaint ambiance in the late 1950s we might still have only 600 residents, about the number the Times reporter found in 1901.