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Story By Ursula
Excerpts from an email to Glenn 12/30/01
You also got some misinformation as far as Thomas Bayne. He was not your great-grandfather... William
Bayne was. Thomas Bayne was William's brother who came up from Alexandria, VA with them. He worked as a
liquor distributor for The Smoot Distillers.
He was a very sick man...he had what they called Dropsey. I believe that was some kind of heart ailment. He
used to be in bed in what you remember as the little room between the kitchen and the living room at 1 Friend
St. He eventually died but I don't know where he is buried.
The house at 1 Friend St. was rented for many years and was finally bought from the landlord, Leverett
Vasmer Symonds, by William Bayne on April 5, 1921. There was also a Guardian's Deed from Fannie A.
Symonds to William Bayne dated May 5, 1921. These deeds were recorded in Book 2482 on pages 436
and 437. The sale price on the house was $600.00. What a great commission that would bring in those
days. The mortgage was written by the Salem Five Cents Savings Bank.. payments were $25.00 principle
and $7.50 every three months.
Story By Richie
emailed to me Dec. 5, 2002
Glenn’
You are correct Your Nana , my Mom was a sweetheart….She
had the ability to make Every one of her children think they were her favorite.
During the 30s when times were tough Pa,like a lot of others used to take
advantage of the clam beds and bring home lots of clams…It seemed to me he
brought home “tons” of them because I hated them…(I guess even then I was not a
true New Englander)…I would refuse to eat the damn things…Pa would tell Mom,
“Let him sit, he’ll eat when he gets hungry”…Mom would agree with him and as
soon as he left the kitchen she would fix me up some scrambled eggs or some-
thing else that I would eat…No wonder I thought I was her favorite….She wore
tennis shoes long before they were in style, right? I can remember her coming
home from a shopping trip downtown and saying “Oh bring my sneakers for my
poor feet”…
Did you ever get lucky enough to get any home made
root beer that was produced around 4th of July each year or was that
before your time? The bottles, caps, and the capper were all there at 1 Friend
St., left over I would assume from the old days of “Prohibition”….I heard many
stories of Grandpa Bayne and Pa making and at times exploding “home brew”…
(Micro Brewers, before their time)….. 1 Friend Street, quite a place….The
only “central heating system” we had in that place was the black
cast iron kitchen stove….In the winter time you actually
“flew” down over the stairs to get dressed by the stove…Amazing, the Melansons
didn’t produce a bunch of track stars…During the 1938 Hurricane Ray called to
Pa’s attention that the shingles were
flying off our roof…Not in a good mood anyway, the old man
told Ray that if he was joking he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week…Lucky Ray,
he wasn’t kidding…Ray hated to go to school and about half way there he’d start
to balk…Too bad for him, the neighbors knew it…Mrs. Kneeland at the end of the
street would take a switch to him and get him on his way….(I think that’s why
he’s so rotten Today…Ruth on the other hand was a sweet little girl…..The only
thing I had against her was the fact she always did what she was told… Every
time I screwed up at school the Nuns would give her a note to take home to Ma
and Like the pony express she always delivered…..In 1946 the Mack Park
Playground had a Fund raiser at the Park and Uncle Rich won a new 1946 Plymouth
after Nana twisted my Arm to buy 6 tickets….If I hadn’t won that thing, just
maybe I’d still be a resident of the North Shore….(Still waiting for the Red Sox
to Win a world Series)…Sorry about that, “Not”…
Richie
A Family Poem
~ Reminisce ~
A little house with three bedrooms
and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push
to make the grass look neat.
In the kitchen on the wall
we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things,
someone was always home.
We only had a living room
where we would congregate,
Unless it was at mealtime
in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms
or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family
those two rooms would work out fine.
We only had one TV set,
and channels maybe two,
But always there was one of them
with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips
that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor
there was Lipton's® onion dip.
Store-bought snacks were rare
because my mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare
to snacks in Betty Crocker's® book.
The snacks were even healthy
with the best ingredients,
No labels with a hundred things
that make not a bit of sense.
Weekends were for family trips
or staying home to play,
We all did things together --
even go to church to pray.
When we did our weekend trips
depending on the weather,
No one stayed at home because
we liked to be together.
Sometimes we would separate
to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were
without our own cell phone.
Then there were the movies
with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to
watching movies in your car.
Then there were the picnics
at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees
and never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together
with all the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball --
and no game video.
Remember when the doctor used
to be the family friend,
And didn't need insurance
or a lawyer to defend?
The way that he took care of you
or what he had to do,
Because he took an oath
and strived to do the best for you.
Remember going to the store
and shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it
you used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe
or punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person
had to really count?
Remember when we breathed the air;
it smelled so fresh and clean,
And chemicals were not used
on the grass to keep it green.
The milkman and the bread man
used to go from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more
than going to the store.
There was a time when mailed letters
came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads
sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house by name
and knew where it was sent;
There were not loads of mail
addressed to "present occupant."
Remember when the words "I do"
meant that you really did,
And not just temporarily
'til someone blows their lid.
T'was no such thing as "no one's fault;
we just made a mistake,"
There was a time when married life
was built on give and take.
There was a time when just one glance
was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car,
the model and the make.
They didn't look like turtles
trying to squeeze out every mile;
They were streamlined, white walls fins,
and really had some style.
One time the music that you played
whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big-holed record
called a forty-five.
The record player had a post
to keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down
and play one at a time.
Oh sure, we had our problems then,
just like we do today,
And always we were striving,
trying for a better way.
And every year that passed us by
brought new and greater things,
We now can even program phones
with music or with rings.
Oh, the simple life we lived
still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game,
just kick the can and run?
And why would boys put baseball cards
between bicycle spokes,
And for a nickel red machines
had little bottled Cokes?
This life seemed so much easier
and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology
but I sure miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we,
and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce
and walk down memory lane.