Braintree

So when we read about presidents of the United States becoming president by a very slim margin or by a controversial contest, it all is a very old story.

Adams then returned to his home in Braintree, Massachusetts, where he lived for another 25 years.

Now, here was a man who traveled farther in the service of his country at greater risk, at a greater discomfort, and greater chance of his, losing his life, not to say his livelihood, to support his family, of any of the major figures of that time.

And you've been listening to David McCullough tell the story like no one else can.

Please enjoy responsibly.

Between Hingham and Braintree By Arthur Upson Read for LibriVox.org For LCC between braintree and hingham beyond the roaring town the land shrank into shadow as the sun dropped down the apple-trees were ghostly the peach-trees seemed to bleed as the train rushed on to hingham with my heart's sore need between braintree and hingham the rocks were ashen gray the creeks were bare of water and the brown boats lay tipped in the tideless bottoms without a hope to rise and all the world grew blacker neath the low black skies between hingham and braintree as the train leaped on to town the fields were full of sunshine and heaven came down and lay along the waters that brimmed the grassy flume and gleamed among the fruit boughs a burst with bloom between hingham and braintree the rocks were green bedight the hill-tops were a wondrous arcadian delight The dories and the cat-boats danced gaily side by side, and the sails were sheeted silver on the full flood-tide.

castles or titans houses or huge fanes of ancient gods that yet compel men's fear what powers what pumps do these betoken here blooming aloft upon the plough-seamed plains souls of ripe seasons spirits of sweet rains flock hither and the sinewy yellow year heaps their high chambers with pactolian gear more precious than those golden lydian grains nor fortresses nor demi-gods abodes these are upraised to well-feared deities whose power is iron and whose splendid sway is undisputed now as when great rhodes and tyre and carthage flourished serving these or joseph stored egyptian corn away from octaves in an oxford garden wadham the day is like a sabbath in a swoon slow in september's blue go fair cloud things poising aslant upon their charmed wings arrested by some backward thought of june softly i tread and with repentant shewn half fearfully in sweet imaginings where broods like courtyards of departed kings the old quadrangle paved with afternoon there dwells the very soul of quietness seclusion's spirit deep within the green secure from fame as some unsung demean in far ionian hills there waits to bless with her all-healing mother-soft caress the sympathy of trees that friend unseen soother of moods on whom all hearts do lean sooner or later and their cares confess as one whose road winds upward turns his face unto the valleys where he late hath stood leaning upon his staff in peace to brood on many a beauty of the distant place so i in this cool garden pause a space reviewing many things in many a mood accumulating friends in solitude from the assembly of my thoughts and days lost inheritance This is my lost inheritance.

I look with brotherliest affections, yearning forth to the flower-bearing sod.

We want to keep John O'Keefe at the center here.

John O'Keefe III was born December 8th of 1975 in Braintree, Massachusetts.

He grew up on the South Shore and eventually became a member of Boston PD.

He was one of the cops in the area that people felt like was really standup.

The Bound Girl.

This indenture witnesseth that I, Margaret Burgess of Boston, in the county of Suffolk, in the province of Massachusetts Bay in New England, have placed, and by these presents, do place and bind out my only daughter, whose name is Anne Guinnans, to be an apprentice unto Samuel Wales and his wife of Braintree in the county of Fours, blacksmith, to them and their heirs, and with them the Samuel Wales, his wife, and their heirs, after the manner of an apprentice to dwell and serve from the day of the date hereof for and during the full and just term of sixteen years, three months, and twenty-three days next ensuing, and fully to be complete during all which terms the apprentice, her master and mistress faithfully shall serve, their secrets keep close, and lawful and reasonable command everywhere gladly do and perform.

Damage to her master and mistress she shall not willingly do.

Her master's goods she shall not waste, embezzle, purloin, or lend unto others, nor suffer the same to be wasted or purloined, but to her power shall discover the same to her master taverns or alehouse she shall not frequent, and any unlawful game she shall not play.

Terms and conditions apply.

This quaint document was carefully locked up with some old deeds and other valuable papers in his desk by the Samuel Wells 130 years ago.

The desk was a rude, unpainted pine affair, and it reared itself on its four stilt-like legs in a corner of his kitchen in his house in the south precinct of Braintree.

The sharp eyes of the little apprentice had noted it oftener and more enviously than any other article of furniture in the house.