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Another Tea Room I remember was the “Lindens” in Centre Marshfield next to Fred Oxner’s, Centre Marshfield Garage.

This ad was found in a  ALA  volume 1 , booklet published in 1920.
Submitted by Robin Mitchell, researcher & author.

My Mom would go shopping at the A&P store down in Marshfield, run by the Houghtons (I remember the floor was always covered with sand and I could never understand why –and I had to be cautious walking through it, there would hell to pay if I tracked sand into our house!) upon returning home,

Marshfield Co. Store. c. 1910

Mom would stop into  The Lindens Tearoom. It was just a small room next to the kitchen. Mom would get a cup of tea and a piece of pie, and I would have milk and a cookie. I think the total cost was 30 cents! I would sneak out back of Oxner’s Garage and look at the junk cars. Mom and owner, Isabel Banner were friends for a long time.

 

The best tearoom I remember was the “Peacock” on Pleasant Street. On occasion, Dad, Mom and I would take a ride in his old Chevy just to gawk around . This was before the war. When we came back through the Hills, Dad would stop at the “Peacock.” Mom and I would go in to get ice creams — they were the best ever, however , I don’t remember any bad ice cream!

Not until I was older, a young teen, when I could ride my bike to places outside of Seaview, did I realize how special the “Peacock” was. A few of us kids would gather after school, and there were only a few kids in Seaview. We would have to push our bikes up the Pleasant Street hill, hoping Peggy was at the Peacock. Upon arrival we would dump our bikes along a stone wall that held a garden full of flowers, run up the walkway and knock on the back door. The door would swing open and to my delight, there was Peggy. With her big smile, she would quietly say “Come on in children!”

I always had a dream of this kind of ice cream cone!

If anyone could make it, Peggy could.

We would wait in line, girls first. When it was my turn, Peggy would ask, “Raymond, what flavor are you having today, coffee or chocolate?” Chocolate usually won out, with jimmies. Peggy’s idea of an ice cream cone was to fill the cone, then ask,”5 cents or 10 cents?” If 5, she put one scoop on top, if 10, 2 or sometimes 3 scoops on top. It sure was plenty for one small person.  Years later, my friend Aldo reminded me that two 5 cent cone had more ice cream than 1–10 cent cone. I never figured that one out! But then why should I have? Usually, I only had 1 nickel!

The war years passed and  the Peacock slowed down eventually reverting to a residence.  My friend, Aldo told me he attended Peggy’s 100th birthday party. Our lives in Seaview were simple, fun, and a nickle brought a lot of joy!

The Peacock Tearoom.

Courtesy of the Ventress Library. c. 1940

 

The Willow Tea House c. 1910.

7/31/2019 addition.


The Willow Tea House was located on Ocean St & the corner of Willow St.    vv


Added 1/30/2021.
Another Tea Room was the Golden Pheasant On Ocean St.,run by Sandy Sherman and his wife Ada. From 1932 into the ’40’s. The corner store to the right became Russ Chandler’s Marshfield  Radio & T.V.

11/28/2021. Addition.

This excerpt has been taken from “Marshfield” ” A Town of Villages 1640-1990″ By Cynthia Hagar Krusell & Betty Magoun Bates.

Martha E. Sherman (Mrs. Ashton Sherman) ran a tea room and gift shop called “Ye Shuttle Craft Shop” in the 1920’s at 915 Union St . She served tea and toast and trifles, Priscilla Sears sweets, waffles and coffee. She also advertised a “20th Century Lending Library”  Her two daughters , Elizabeth and Grace, married neighbors Tracy Hatch and John (Jack) Little.   This farm & Tea room & Gift shop became the Little’s Jersey Farm  at (915 Union St. )

by Ray Freden
Originally published in the Marshfield Mariner, June 18, 2008

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Tea Rooms and Strawberries

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This  front room of this Cape Cod house became “The Little Green Light”   in the 30s and early 40s’.

 

I remember “The Little Green Light”, a tea room on Summer Street. I was very little when my Mom would visit with Moyra Banner and Dot King at the Banner residence; this was just a short walk past the Seaview Garage, and next to the chapel, the old Sea View schoolhouse.

The Sea View Schoolhouse with it’s classes. c. 1910.®

 

We would enter through the back door into the kitchen, where the center of activity was. A long table near the window always had a bowl of cookies on it and I was always welcome to help myself, however Mom kept her eye on me.

Mom would have a cup of tea while chatting with Moyra and Dot as they went about business getting ready for customers. Dot would have a stack of sandwiches, crusts removed and squared up. The crusts were going to be used for bread pudding. Yuk! Later when I took my lunch to the North School, Mom had to remove the crusts from my sandwiches.

The south front room was very bright and was set with sparkling settings. I was not allowed in, but I could see in from the doorway. Dot was always fussing with something in that room. I’m sure Mom planned her visits so not to interfere with customers, as I never remember any. I don’t think the tearoom operated during the war.

This original business card was found in a Vermont antique’s store

It was kept by a post card collector for many years.

Incredibly this was found in Florida by my cousin.

Janet donated it to my blog.

Thank you, Jan.

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There were roadside tables of strawberries everywhere in town, and Summer Street had its share during the season. Earl Banner, Moyra’s husband, raised strawberries in his back yard and had a table-full out front. Mom would buy a box on occasion and we would have a bowlful with cream and powdered sugar on top. My Dad and I loved them!  But best of all, on a special occasion, Mom would make a mess of biscuits, put one in a bowl, cover it with strawberries, and top it with whipped cream, I could never get enough of the whipped cream! Do you remember licking the beaters?

Oh how I remember my Mom grinding away with her beater and I waiting to lick them clean.

Not until sometime later I learned that Mr. Banner was raising Marshall berries. The way he bragged about “his Marshall berries,” I always thought he developed them. Not until recently, I found out a Mr. Marshall F. Ewell of Spring Street introduced the” Marshall” in 1890. It had exceptional taste and firmness, and has been described as ” The Best Eating Strawberry In America.” It also  flourished in the Pacific Northwest, but was devastated by viruses after the war. The “Marshall” is currently being maintained by the USDA National Clonal Germplasm Repository in Corvallis, Oregon.

Mr. Banner was still selling berries after the war, and I wonder if he was trying desperately trying to save the “Marshall” or just loved that berry.

A bowl of Marshall berries grown by Lea Gauthier.

Photo by Leah Gauthier, used with permission.

by Ray Freden
Originally published in the Marshfield Mariner, May 21, 2008

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Tearing Down the Old Railroad Station

 Sea View Rail  Road Station. c. 1890

My dad purchased the station from the Old Colony Railroad in 1942, and the land. His plans were to tear down the station and build a new home.

Rear view of the Station.®

 

I remember the large waiting room with long settees along the walls, a clock with roman numerals, a pot-belly stove, and the control room with keyboards, head phones and record books. There was an ell on the south side with a big pump that would pump well water to a large copper-lined tank in the attic.

Coal burning Pot Bellied Stove.

 

The tracks were removed  about  1942&3  by a crane mounted on a flat car. The men would attach chains to a length of track. The crane lifted it, spun around, and lowered it to a waiting flat car, then hauled away when full.

Later during the war, scavengers would walk the track bed, picking up rail spikes and iron plates to be sold as scrap. Coal was also found along the track bed.

A pile of Rail Road Track spiked collected from the RR bed.

My Dad and I began tearing the inside of the station apart sometime during the war. During the next few years, the interior was gutted. Dad engineered the project and I, at 8 to 12 years old, was in charge of pulling nails, cleaning bricks, and straightening lead and copper flashing. Everything had to be saved because no new building materials were available.

The abandoned Station waiting to be torn down. c. 1944.®

When Dad was sure he was not going to be drafted, he made plans to dismantle the building during his summer vacation from the Record American Newspaper. His twin brother came to help. Bill & Herbie would drop timbers to the ground by ropes, then later stack them in piles by size. I moved the smaller timbers. The attic and second floor were off in less than two weeks. The neighbors were amazed! No pictures were taken, Mom said that no film could found for her brownie box camera.

In 1946, Dad contracted Gino Rugani of Pleasant Street and Dog Lane to build the foundation and to excavate. August Schatz & crew were to build the new home from that old station. I can still hear Red Davis and Dobby Dobson cuss the hidden nails dulling their saws . . . the nails I should have removed! I’m sure there was much cussing that I never heard!

Ray with his pal Lucky, with their new home built from the Station.   1947.®

Dad found nails in Bridgewater, windows in Quincy, and roof shingles in Millis. The shingles were seconds and only lasted 50 years on that roof! We moved in October 1947. (Dad passed away in Feb. ’06 at 101 years.)

A similar crane  was used to remove the tracks. This crane is working on the North River bridge at Damond’s Point c. 1900.

by Ray Freden
Originally published in the Marshfield Mariner, May 7, 2008