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Little Stories From a Small Town

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Little Stories From a Small Town

Material Researched and Integrated
by Mabel Hoyle Knipe

Fairhaven, Massachusetts
March, 1980

This booklet contains six narratives concerning the town of Fairhaven and its people. The material has been uncovered by intensive research in the town’s own newspaper, THE FAIRHAVEN STAR (I879-1967). The time involved here is roughly 1869-1921, an exciting half century when spirited development in social and civic roles was strongly marked.

There is perhaps little in these pages of great historical purport, yet the accounts here – reminiscent of surging social trends, and of people reaction and input – are the stuff of which a town’s spiritual history is made.

These narratives of days long gone are true. Fairhaven citizens may read them today in pride and kinship.
To MARGARET A. MANGHAN – who Listens and Helps -this booklet about her town is affectionately dedicated. — M. H. K

The Stories:


Sketches by Clement E. Daley



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These pages and their contents are the property of the Millicent Library, Fairhaven, Massachusetts U. S. A.
Created by Carolyn Longworth, Library Director
Saturday, September 14, 1996


Research Rendez-vous

Beneath the lamp
Ray–
Searching stern
Along the loaded
Table length–
The ragged volumes
Gape obscene;
Their broken
Spines
Of tattered threads–
A travesty!
Their blinded
Title clues–
A dull
Defeat.

An odor sly
Of subtle
Rotting
Befouls the
Breath in-drawn;
And pages
Turned,
Shed desiccated
Margins
In a shower.

“What wealth
Is here?”
We ask in
Doubt;
“What treasure
Or what vision
Here?
In warp and
Woof
Of lives long
Spent –?
In shredded
Tapestry
Of days
Whose very
Sunsets
Are forgotten?”

Yet — in each
Turn
Of fragile page,
We find
Them!
Wisp-like –
They gather
Substance
Even as we
Read.

They come about
Us, gentle;
But soon we
Catch
The familiar human
Essence
Of senses hot;
Of suffering
Sore-
The chill of hate
Corrosive;
The tragedy
of choice
Mistaken.

We slip into
Their lives
With ease.
Their joys bring
Glee;
Their errors
Speak
Of caution;
Their very labors
Tire -
And as they
Die,
We strangely
Sadden.

So — when the
Books
Are closed;
They walk
Beside us
Still.

We hear the
Swish
Of taffeta,
The ferule
Tap
Of cane.

For alive as
“Now”
Their days are
Locked with
Ours –
And always
We shall know
Them –
As our own!

M.H.K.
1980


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These pages and their contents are the property of the Millicent Library, Fairhaven, Massachusetts U. S. A.
Created by Carolyn Longworth, Library Director
Saturday, September 14, 1996