Started off on the right foot with a well-delivered reading of the minutes of the previous meeting (from April) followed by the treasurer’s report. Philip Clark delivered his report with true Yankee succinctness: “We’ve got $2,658.65 in the bank. I didn’t delineate how I came up with it.”
Richard Butler, president, delivered the news on the Historical Society booth at the recent Marlborough Madness Day. Thirty-five years ago for the Bicentennial, a local family had donated mugs. He was pleased to report that on Marlborough Madness Day all but one of those old mugs sold for a tidy profit. (He didn’t delineate how much.)
Ed told the story of how he happened to be born on September 9, 1938. And we all knew what happened just a couple weeks later on September 23 -- the Hurricane of ‘38. According to the family story (Ed, of course, has no memory of this), the river rose to the point that their house was threatened, so Mother held the infant Ed in her arms, Father held onto Mother, and the family crossed fast-moving water to climb to the neighbors’ house belonging to two ladies who lived on higher ground.
The wind blew so hard that they worried the center chimney would blow over, so -- to be safe -- infant Ed was tucked in a wicker doll carriage, which was placed under the grand piano.
The center chimney did not blow over.
To this day, when Ed sees one of those ladies around town, she’ll say: “Have you slept in my doll carriage lately?”
Here's a tumbling blocks quilt some of the women of Marlborough are working on for the Church Fair. They sew and raffle one every year. Isn't it gorgeous?