"STORY CATCHING"

"Every experience I have ever had, everything I have

ever thought, said or done, and every person I have

ever loved has contributed in some essential way to the

human being I am today. Had one stroke of the brush touched

the canvas in an altered manner, or splashed upon it

a darker or a lighter color, I should be a very 

different person now"

The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Bronte: Syrie James.

           Why tell a story?  Why go to all that trouble in a project that will take you over?

   

Telling a story makes your mark, that of your family, and of your time. No one will ever make that mark again...ever.  Your times are disappearing and are full of lessons and love as well as  hardship and tears.  The crux of the story is in how that hardship was overcome.

I write Memoirs of School Street because the Village on School Street is gone and I am old. Encapsulated in my head and heart are all the STORIES. What I do not know, I  find out.  As I and my friends went our separate ways traveling across the borders of the Village, the Village wrapped us in threads of gossamer.  I and others have been attempting to rewind those threads again, uncovering the treasures collected in the strands of those years.  When we speak, it is always the same mantra...who will understand?  Who remembers even now? How blessed I am to be able to collect, along with such wonderful Keepers as Arlene Gouveia and Charles Crowley, so many of those times recording them for posterity. If for nothing else, the ride has been spectacular!

The Village lives in us, still.  The values we shared, the honor of being part of it hopefully will inspire our readers, other writers.  I wish I had started much earlier, for I am sure that much has been lost  never to be found. That is why I wrote this blog post.

I,  and those who share with me, are the Keepers, they are present in each generation.  Pat McNee who has the great web site you will find below calls it: "story catching"...  I like that.  Do not underestimate your task of being such a Keeper, such a story catcher.  Charlie Crowley was a magnificent in that role.



Memory is a marvelous and precious gift. It is a running movie in our heads and hearts.  Sooner or later in each life there is a yearning to know where one comes from, to know your parent's story, your grandparents and so on. It must be a DNA gene that get activated for the motherland, even if it be right here in America.

Sometimes, the need to know THE STORY comes sooner, sometimes later. It is good when our young are taught to appreciate this in their school years while primary sources, like parents and grandparents, are still around to share. True, now and then such documentation goes into a box in the attic (heaven forbid it should be thrown out!).  At another future time, however, the hands and minds of our children, grandchildren and beyond will go searching for THE STORY.

Writing the story of my own families was full of unanticipated and satisfying dividends. It took years to compile since it was complicated- but it was accomplished.  Some read it, some did not.  Still, it is there awaiting more discovery. When re-reading it the emotion still packs a powerful punch.

The tools to write your story, a gift for yourself and your family are close at hand.

 The first: your imagination, the second your curiosity, the third your willingness to not quit.  That last will not be a problem as this task soon becomes an itch to learn more and more.  You are led on and on with each discovery. You follow the thread.

The other thing that happens is that you find family or reconnect with them. Do not underestimate this for it is the strength that keeps one going and a source of joy.

Other tools: a computer, a pen and pencil, a good strong notebook you will take everywhere with you.  Your own memory will need mining and the gold that comes forth will come up anytime it wants, prodded by who knows what.

 You will know and learn all of that.  To help you are two incredible sites 

for you to watch at your leisure. They are listed at the end of this post.
Bookmark them for you will go back to them often.

You need not record tediously on your old typewriter.
 If you are not versed in using a computer, learn.

If you are a senior, seniors are encouraged to learn new skills, this is one you will
find opens up the past for you!

The first site could be the only site you need. It is chock full of sources, direction and information.
           I am even now learning from it. I wish it had been around back when I started.
                         

http://www.patmcnees.com/telling_your_story_29161.htm

This site below is the story of a town that no longer exists. You can see why it resonated with me.

http://pinepoint.nfb.ca/#/pinepoint

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After all of the discussion above, I would like to now get to a personal example of telling a story which has been shared with us by Tauntonian reader Stanley Pierce.   See the next blog post
for the Biography of Stanley Pierce and His story, a perfect example of story catching at its best.
Get ready for a dose of the past full of remembrances, a story to inspire and get you going.    

THE FIRE THAT ONCE ATE DOWNTOWN TAUNTON

While working on the Star and New York Lace Store histories with the last few posts,  I found mention of the fire that long ago almost ate downtown Taunton.  Of course we do not remember it!  It took place in 1859!

The late Charles Crowley speaks of it in one of his Old Tyme Taunton You Tube videos which I include here. He permitted me to use his work and I am honored to do so.

Amazingly, an article still exists in the Taunton Public Library archives telling posterity as well as the people of the time exactly what happened. We now combine new digital technology and the paper microfiche to describe that fire. Plus- add the voice of Charles Crowley, too.


In the 1880's this is what some of the downtown looked like. The tip of School Street as it comes into Main St. is shown in this photo.  No problem finding a parking space then!!  Horse and buggies were transport of the day.  Imagine the quiet!

In the 1880's here is what fire fighting apparatus looked like  at the Weir Fire Station (courtesy C. Crowley).  This is undated but is likely from the time of the fire.

Fire has been a primal fear since the history of man began. It could start and consume in moments. But, it could also warm on a cold night and cook food while lighting a dark night.  It was the taming and the timing that took learning through the ages.  The Great Fire of London was a huge disaster but it put an end to the Bubonic Plague ravaging the City by burning the rats and mice and all of the wooden beds harboring them that would be replaced by metal.

In 1838  there was a fire in Taunton, Ma that destroyed all the original town records.  When I had done research in Plymouth, MA I found out that the same had been true for them at one time.  Fire does not discern , it just does its thing.

Nearly every major city in the world has been burnt to the ground at least once in its history, some repeatedly and with all kinds of causes.

BOSTON 1872- The most expensive fire in terms of property damage of any U.S. fire burned downtown Boston's business and financial district. It burned 65 acres of businesses and jobs as well as 20 people. 706 buildings were destroyed.  The amount of lost jobs and businesses was what puts it at the top as the most expensive.

CHICAGO 1906- 17, 000 structures burned and 300 people died. It is a myth that Mrs. O'Leary's cow started it, rather most likely a transient smoking in a barn. The result was the emergence of a brand new downtown Chicago and one of the finest fire departments in the country.

PRESHTIGA, WISCONSIN 1871- same time as Chicago but rarely mentioned though it caused more deaths than any other fire in U.S  history.  It lay waste to 12 communities in an area the size of Rhode Island. The little town of Peshtigo lost their entire population: 1,700 souls. Firestorm even created a tornado during this horrific event.

Fire can destroy and cause incalculable pain and death. It is not to be trifled with, our Fire Departments today know that.

Now we come to our post's main event: our own Historic Taunton Fire

           
On November 27th, 1859 this great fire occurred  in downtown Taunton.
Here is a photo taken the day after the 1859 fire. It was an aerial taken from the corner of the Green and Weir St.  The large building the left (where Woolworth's would once be) was a Veteran's Home.
In order to construct a fire break and halt the fire dynamite was used to destroy the building that would house Goodnow's in the future.

The Extra Edition of the Gazette at the time listed the following businesses as perishing.  The names read like a history lesson.

2-clothing stores
Oak Hall clothing store /Samuel Colby
Woolen goods/Hodges Reed
Foster and Barnes: Tailor

2 book and drug stores
Mr. Barker's Book Store
Ezra Davol-publisher
F.S. Monroe- Book and Drug Store
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2 jewelry stores
H.L. Horr's Jewelry
E. F. Tisdale, Jeweler
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   Henry Perry's hat, boot and shoe store
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2 -hardware and furniture stores
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2 printing offices
Christopher Hack: Printer
Telegram Printing Office
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4 saloons
Simon wilbur.victualling saloon
Mr. Gideon Congdom- Victualling Saloon
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2 carpet and dry good stores
C. Bryant and Co dry goods and carpeting.
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1 milliner shop
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2- daguerrotype establishments
Paddock R. Reed: ambratypist
H. B. King- daguerrotype

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1-harness shop
H. S. Washburn
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1-coffin warehouse
Philo Washburn: undertaker
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1- fish market
William H. Lincoln Fish Market
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1-insurance office
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1-lawyers office
James Brown, Esq.
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A.S. Sweet hairdressing salon
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1-dentist office
Dr. Julius Thompson

1 billiard saloon
Peter Chick: Billiards Hall
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Grocery Store
William R. Reed & Co. Grocer
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2 Painters Shops
Cornelius Wyatt
S.L. Hall
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Hardware Store: 3 1/2 stories
Issac Wahburn

-several small tenements

The fire originated in the confectionary salon of Asa Waterman in Washburn's Block, Main St.  It was discovered by Waterman Potter, watchman, about 3 a.m. and was of "doubtful origin", starting in the basement of the building and spreading to the first floor. . The Gazette noted that the Fire Department rendered as much aide as it was able (read, not much).  It also went on to say that:

"The day generally was noted for an excusable amount of Sabbath breaking by our own good citizens whose necessities prompted them to labor early and late and by an inexcusable amount of thieving and outright robbery (our modern times hold no exclusive on that)."


Interesting that the Fire Station on the corner of Leonard and School Sts. served the City at that time and minus the horses remains pretty much the same...excuse the photos. please.

This was quite an historic event in the history of Taunton. I am sure that there are others that we have yet to discover.  If you read A History of Taunton by Dr. William F. Hanna   this tome will deliver an incredible amount of history well worth reading. It can be purchased from The Bristol County Historical Society in Taunton on Church Green.


To watch an excellent presentation of the 1859 Taunton Fire as well as the history of downtown I urge you to see this Old Tyme Taunton program with Charles Crowley.

                               https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ5bFZPgZ24

                    If you cannot access it, it is OTT #299 Downtown Taunton on You Tube.


This has been a departure from our usual posts, but I thought it so fascinating that you would all enjoy it, too.  Perhaps, some of these shopkeepers and professionals were your relatives....who knows.  No matter, it surely meant starting all over for our once upon a time downtown.

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Thanks to the archives of Charles Crowley, to Aaron  Cushman of the Taunton Public Library
Research Department and various and sundry Internet Historic data sites.

PART II: NEW YORK LACE STORE

The first part of our story about New York Lace Store and its founder has received a wonderful response! In all the little towns where people grew up, there must have been a store like this.  A store that mirrored the events in our lives: our first Communion dresses, prom dresses ( or a gown for the Cadet Drill at Taunton High), our wedding dresses, or dark dresses for the sad part of our lives and our families. A reader wrote that each Christmas her Dad would take her to buy a cocktail dress for her mother who would wear it New Year's Eve.

It seems that many Dads took their daughters to NY Lace to pick out a dress for Christmas for their Moms. A gentlemen recollected that his Dad would take him there to pick out clothes for presents for his Mom and that he bought the boy his first leather jacket there.

This is a photo of my Mom, Angi Mota Souza,  probably from the early 50's or late 40's. She is wearing a taffeta dress with a perky little hat to match.  I think they were in emerald green. I am sure she bought this dress at NY Lace Store and that it might have been a Christmas or New Year's party.  Remember the rustle of taffeta and the music of lights that played on the material?

There was always a continuity in the women working at NY Lace. They were, in their own rights, professionals who knew their customers and what would please them.  The elegance I spoke of at New York Lace was like a balm that left the frazzled everyday outside. Another reader recalled that the saleswomen had lovely hands, they would put their hands (knuckles up, of course ) into the sheer nylons so you could see what they would look like on you.

One reader mentioned the back of entrance. Remember that?  You came in from the back parking area, up the quiet stairs and then you were there where everything was carpeted and the big three way mirrors beaconed you in the new dress you were trying on. The dress would start the dreaming and you would be in another world.  My childhood friend and I went there to get her wedding gown and my dress as Maid of Honor, so many years ago. I do not know why I was so serious, except that maybe I could see into the future....

The memory of us back in the Bridal Salon area at N.Y. Lace store is vivid in my mind. Just the two of us as it was a very small wedding.  I had never been in a wedding before. Kneeling on the altar at St. Anthony's I stepped on the dress and tore a hole in the back....    All of this when I was but 18 years old.

In 1984, New York Lace turned 77 years old.  This is a photo of Betty Setchkenbaum Mackowski,  daughter to Pincus holding a treasured photograph of her father.  At the time, the store had been run by three generations of the family.

The Taunton Daily Gazette did a major writeup for the occasion of the anniversary. Mr. Zetchkenbaum died in 1950 and never saw the final form of his store. Mrs Mackowski and her husband, Sidney took over the running of the store in 1930 as 

Mr. Zwetchkenbaum entered retirement.

This photo below in that same issue shows Sidney Makowski with  pieces of the actual lace and other yard goods that Pincus Zwetchkenbaum sold door to door.

But, back to our real story, that of Pincus Zwetchkenbaum (everytime I type this I hope I do it right!)

We know that Mr. Zwietchkenbaum was a good businessman and entrepreneur. How many other stores started in 1906 and endure until this day?  But, what was he like as a person? In the 1984 article he is described as a generous man.  The article quotes his daughter that during the Great Depression he always carried nickles and dimes in his pockets in case he met a man selling apples to feed his family.

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   Fact:  During the Great Depression unemployed men,

 often dressed as if go to work to try and maintain their dignity, sold apples on the streets around the country. In 1930 the International Apple Shippers Association had an oversupply of fruit 

and decided to empty their warehouses of apples.  They gave them on credit to the unemployed.  Selling apples on street corners during those dark days became a symbol of the times.

                                                                     Pinterest: Chicago Tribute photo

Pincus often saw to it that a needy family had food, coal, milk to last them through the winter. His back porch was a place where someone could find a good meal and not be turned away.  Mr. Z's generosity seemed of biblical character. When the City Treasury hit a low and doubts were that teacher's salaries could not be paid, Pincus gave them an interest free loan to be sure that they were paid.

New York Lace Store kept that very special character. Interestingly, the Star Theatre building was right next door to New York Lace.  Its fate was not a happy one and it met its demise. Yet, New York Lace store, now expanded and enlarged, continues on its timeline, earning new owners and finding new ways to build upon the long ago selling of yards of lace.

 Once the venerable store came under those new caretakers new stories emerged.  The story of that journey is fascinating as well and waits for another day.

                                             I am appreciative of the following resources:

                         *    Once more, The Taunton Public Library Research Department in the person of  
                             Aaron Cushman who is always willing to speedily help with what is needed.
                                     -        Taunton Daily Gazette  editions

                         *    Pinterest: Chicago Tribute photograph
                       

                         *     1930 and 1940 U.S.A. Census online version.


                         *     The "I'm From Taunton" Facebook page. Thank you to all those who
                                 posted comments and memories to this iconic store.