They tried to bury spring, but it won't stay buried.
General Lewis Arnold's grave in St. Mary's churchyard. From www.famousamericans.net: "The breaking out of the war in 1861 found Major Arnold at the Dry Tortugas, whence he was transferred to Fort Pickens on 2 August He remained there until 9 May 1862, being in command after 25 February On 9 October 1861, he aided in repelling the attack of the confederates on Santa Rosa island, and commanded a detachment sent the next morning to pursue them to the mainland. In the successive bombardments of Fort Pickens, which followed in November January and May Major Arnold, as executive officer of the work, distinguished himself by his energy, judgment, and gallantry. In recognition of the value of his services o51 these occasions he was brevetted a Lieutenant-Colonel, to date from 22 November 1861; appointed a Brigadier-General of volunteers, to date from 24 January 1862; and assigned to the command of the department of Florida, with his headquarters first at Fort Pickens and afterward at Pensacola. On 1 October 1862, he was placed in command of the forces at New Orleans and Algiers, Louisiana, which command he retained until 10 November when he was disabled by a stroke of paralysis, from which he never recovered."
A nineteenth century house on Concord Street, probably originally the home of workers at the nearby mills.
Wooden barriers mark the spot where the former Newton Lower Falls branch of the Boston and Albany Railroad crossed Concord Street. Built to serve nearby mills, the railroad ran passenger service from a station across the river (now the Papa Razzi restaurant) to Riverside (the present terminus of the MBTA Green Line) using a small electric rail car nicknamed the "Ping-Pong". In 1929 the demise of a local streetcar line deprived the railroad of access to electricity, so it switched to ia single car pulled by a steam (and later, diesel) locomotive. Passenger service ended in August, 1957, and the line was abandoned in the 1970's. Cracks in the pavement betray the old rails entombed in the street.
The most famous resident of Newton Lower Falls was probably the poet Ann Sexton. Born Ann Harvey, she was the child of my grandparents' next door neighors in Wellesley Farms.
Here is another interesting house on Concord Street.
And here is another.
An ancient bridge carries Concord Street across the Charles River into the town of Weston, where it becomes Park Street.
The red flag of revolution flies over the golf course where Intervale Road meets Park Street. The former Boston and Albany main line (now the MBTA Framingham line) runs on the embankment in the distance.
Weston Does Not Believe in Sidewalks. "Of course not; nobody walks around here", a prominent Westonian once told me. The railroad bridge is only eleven feet above the road surface; trucks are forever getting stuck under it.
Here Park Street crosses over that hundred and thirty mile long scar across the face of the Commonwealth, the Massachusetts Turnpike.
After turning right onto South Road (Route 30), left onto River Road, and right onto Norumbega Road, I passed under Route 128 and arrived at the Charles River. This part of the river is a lake formed by a dam at Moody Street in Waltham; the area is known as the Lakes District.