If you could pick one man who has influenced the course of history in both peaceful communities of North Kingstown and East Greenwich, it would have to be Daniel Gould Allen.
Contrary to the information gleaned by Col. Hunter White and published in his book “Wickford & its Old Houses,” the Gideon Carr House on Fowler Street was constructed in 1774 and then sold two years later in 1776 to goldsmith Thomas Bissell Jr.
As you might imagine, my reading preferences always tend towards the historical. I love biographies, well-written straight out history focused tomes, and accurately portrayed historical fiction.
This is a very typical story of an early 19th century South County black family. They lived quiet productive lives in their community and their stories are largely lost to history. The Grandersons left just enough of a footprint in the historic record to allow me to get to know them a bit. They deserve to be remembered.
I guess the only New England accent that is poked fun at more than the shared colloquialism of New Hampshire Yankees and South County Swampers is the high-fallutin’ sound of the Boston Brahmin.
This being the week during which we celebrate our independence from British rule, I thought it only makes sense to take a look at a house in North Kingstown with some actual Revolutionary “street cred”.
Nothing brought more of a sense of dread to the inhabitants of a closely constructed community like Wickford, Davisville, Belleville or any other of the local villages than the thought of a fire racing out of control and consuming homes and businesses one by one.
Perhaps you noticed the little historic cemetery one day while you were waiting patiently in line at the Burger King drive-thru; just in case you were wondering what it was all about, this week as part of our long standing continuing effort to examine all of the historic cemeteries in our fair town, we will stop a while and ponder the life and times of Col. Royal Vaughan and his kin, the permanent residents of this little graveyard.
The tiny shop at 2 Main Street is a prime example of how often the smallest and most inconspicuous of buildings can possess the most interesting of histories.
You know there’s just no telling how many members of the “Society of Friends” rest eternal in the burying ground of the Wickford Quaker Meeting House which once stood just north of the intersection of Fowler and Friend Streets.
You know, one of my pet peeves is local street names that have absolutely no connection to the community they are in.
In honor of the recent Mother’s Day holiday, this week’s column concerns mothers who have made a significant impact on local history.
In my branch of the Cranston family the name George is so common it gets down right confusing. My oldest son, as a matter of fact, is the sixth George in succession dating back to the original George Tillinghast Cranston, the famed Swamptown Merchant, Civil War hero, and State Senator.
No matter whether you call this very visible and familiar large brick building in Wickford the Gregory Mill, or the Chapin Mill, or the Ring Building, or even the Kayak Center place, it makes no difference.
Back in 1762, entrepreneur Joseph Taylor decided to dam the Mettatuxet River in order to construct one of the area’s first fulling and carding mills. In doing so he set in motion an enterprise which existed on the shore of the mill pond he created, Silver Spring Pond, that has lasted for nearly 200 years in one form or another.
An essence of Providence will arrive in Westerly on Saturday evening, filling The Knickerbocker with art, music and performances usually reserved for the nooks and crannies of the state capital.
If you forget to turn your porch light off before going to bed, you may wake up to a mass of moths and other insects clinging to the side of your house.