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Once part of Marlborough and later of Westborough, Northborough declared its independence in 1766, ten years before the American colonies did the same. It has since grown from a country village to a town in little danger of becoming either a city or a suburb. Always alert to the concerns of the larger world, Northborough sees its central location in Massachusetts and New England as presenting both opportunities for its enrichment and challenges to its integrity. The town's accessibility makes it attractive to newcomers, but it has stoutly resisted runaway commercial or industrial development and has striven to remain neighborly. This book, while offering a few glances back at Northborough's first century, concentrates on its second. At the beginning of that century, Northborough built its new town hall not on a church green as before but on the nearby Boston Post Road, thus encouraging a true Main Street. At its end an interstate highway sliced across the town's northern section, thereby redefining that Main Street. Northborough life during that century appears here in all its variety: a people at home, at work, at school, at worship, and at leisure.
"Margulies is literate and intellectually stimulating. His ideas and language hold our attention and earn our respect."—New York "Donald Margulies has an unerring sense of language and the ability to penetrate deeply into the darkness of tangled human emotions."—Variety Gathering in their Berkshire home, a family of actors wrestles with fame, art, and (as always) each other. Brought back together for a melancholy purpose, the solemnity is quickly undercut by restless egos and inflamed temperaments. When the events of the weekend go off-script, secrets are spilled and bonds are broken. Inspired by—and often directly referencing –Chekhov's pastoral comedies, this witty and compelling n...
William Pabor arrived in Western Colorado before the advent of irrigation, and the land presented a barren and desolate sight. But he saw something entirely different. "In the spring of 1884, lying on the bare floor of a log cabin on the site of what is now the town of Fruita, I watched the moonbeams play on the Roan Cliffs and across Pinon Mesa," Pabor wrote. "The silence of centuries seemed resting upon the plain. . . . But visions of the possibilities of the future swept before me. I saw homes founded, I saw family circles gathered together. I saw vineyards and orchards, and rose-embowered cottages in which love and happiness and contentment abode. . . . I heard the merry voices of children yet to be born. I heard the singing of harvesters bringing in the sheaves of golden grain." Pabor soon turned vision into reality and founded the town of Fruita.
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William Elliott (1772-1856)--son of William Elliott and Margaret Ross-- married Susannah Little in 1809, and in 1845 immigrated (to join a son) to land near Tweeds, Hastings County, Ontario. Descendants and relatives lived in Ontario, Manitoba, Saskatchewan, Alberta, British Columbia and elsewhere. Some descendants immigrated to North Dakota, Oklahoma and elsewhere in the United States. Includes some family history in Ireland. Includes transcripts from parish registers for christenings, marriages, and burials for Elliott individuals in Ireland, without tracing relationship.
History consists mainly of the milestones, the turning points of time. What are often lost in the fray are the details. Thankfully for those who have a hunger for history, books like Sisters, Seeds, and Cedars exist to fill in some of the gaps of history. The book contains letters from two sisters, Cornelia and Clara. Originally from Alabama, Clara moves on to Arkansas, while Cornelia stays where her roots are. Clara eventually puts down roots of her own, and the sisters' continue to converse through letter writing for their entire lives. The letters span the generations and provide insight into everyday life between 1850-1928. Without them, it might not be known that "a dewlarkie is most li...
Gone, But Not Forgotten rocketed Phillip Margolin into the select company of million-selling novelists. Here he displays again the same genius for best-selling suspense in another intricate, breathtaking thriller of multiple murder in the legal community of the Pacific Northwest. Laura Rizzati, a law clerk for Oregon Supreme Court Justice Robert Griffen, is found slain late one night in the deserted courthouse. Her office is ransacked—but nothing seems to be missing. There are no suspects and no clues. The following month Griffen himself is killed by a car bomb in the driveway of his Portland home. This time, though, there is a suspect: in a shocking turn of events, Abigail Griffen, star prosecutor in the Multnomah County District Attorney's office and estranged wife of Justice Griffen, is charged with first degree murder. With the same gripping suspense that drove Gone, But Not Forgotten onto the bestseller lists, this is a complex legalthriller with a truly startling ending.