I recently learned that my father-in-law grew up just down the street from the spot where the victims of the Salem Witch trials were hanged. The site of this disturbing episode in American history is now an unremarkable looking patch of forest abutted by a Walgreens, a juxtaposition I found jarring. Just a few feet from where terrified 17th-century women faced their executioners, people are now impulse-buying Starbursts.
Weird, right?
It made me think: what once went down on the land where I do my daily thing? So I did some digging into the town where I live- lovely Arlington, MA. Here’s what I found. Continue reading “For Those Who Are At All Particular”
A List of Surprises 