Published on November 20, 2019

Then What does it mean to be a hero? To me heroism is taking courageous action on behalf of someone else…even though you might be afraid. Many of us have had heroic moments, big or small. Real people are real heroes – not Marvel Comics figures. Which brings me to a real person from the […]

Published on October 22, 2018

Friday March 8, 1968 It was at my very first Town Meeting – the night we passed the dog leash by-law, which was a first for Holliston. I grew up in Springfield, MA, population at the time about 189,000. I knew nothing about small town government, but my then-husband John did, as a native of […]

Published on June 13, 2018

May 22, 2018 When I stopped by the the town election polls on May 22nd, there was ample opportunity to visit with each of the election officials and checkers – people I only see at elections but have known for years. The election turnout was dismal. No lines. The day was long and only 1164 […]

Published on May 28, 2018

Now back to our story…(in the words of 1950’s radio). The King of England gave Captain Eleazer Lusher a land grant of 250 acres in what is central Holliston today. Typically, land grants were then divided and sold to settlers who contracted to develop the land in a time certain. Lusher sold part of his […]

Published on May 17, 2018

Today’s blog begins with a tale that Holliston historian Joanne Hulbert likes to tell about the local Native Americans. White settlers and Nipmuck Indians lived in this area at the same time. One night, a settler was out until late at night. When he returned and tried to open the front door to his house, […]

Published on April 29, 2018

The 4th of July is months away, but since it’s also a big travel time, I want to give you an early invitation to a  celebration of the completion of the Rail Trail and the construction on the 8 Arch Bridge. I hope you’ll come for food (in a tent outside Casey’s), presentations to the […]

Published on April 15, 2018

It was 1898, three days after Christmas and three bitter, windy degrees outside on a Wednesday evening. R.F. Smith, the proprietor of the pharmacy on the corner of the Andrews Block (Fiske’s Building), and his friends were gathered for a visit. Shortly after stoking the fire in the basement furnace at 9:40, the men saw […]

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