They say you should eat local and buy local. How about chop local?
Looking for a u-cut Christmas tree place? We think the best one is Ingraham Tree Farm in Georgetown, MA. We got our tree here a few years ago and little did we know we’d live down the street from them one day.
There are LOTS of trees and they can get pretty big. Dogs are welcome (on- or off-leash) and you can ride the orange Allis Chalmers tractor around the farm. Cut it yourself (saws provided) or let the kids who work there cut it down load it on the tractor if you want. They’ll tie them to your car roof, too. We tried to bribe them to come to our house to set it up, but they finally said no.
They don’t have a web site, so here’s the scoop (call to make sure they are open if you’re going on a weekday):
Ingraham Tree Farm – 167R Nelson St, Georgetown, MA 01833. Phone: 978-352-6668. Open: Weekends, 8am – 3pm (last entrance at 3pm) , Weekdays W,TH, F 2-4pm. Payment: Cash, Check.
Directions — five minutes from Rte 95 — take exit 53B Georgetown/Rt. 97. Go north on Rt. 97 for four minutes. (Do not follow the first Christmas tree sign to Herricks. Pass that sign and pass Nunan’s Nursery.) Take a left on Nelson St. It’s on Nelson St. , on your right. Park on the street (you’ll drive your car up later and they’ll put the tree on top).
Here’s what I used to do my baking today — all of my mom’s old tools — the rolling pin that clicks when it spins, sifter, Pyrex bowl and pie plates. I used these many times growing up, but this is their first Thanksgiving at my house.
Actually, that pastry blender was my grandmother’s — that I’ve had for a few years now. They seemed to work just fine. Below, the Holy Trinity of Thanksgiving pies — pecan, apple and pumpkin.
We saw something falling from the sky tonight, about 5:45 p.m. We were heading west on Rte. 95, not yet at the Rte. 93 interchange. It was shining bright — I say green, Sophie says white — and the light went out just before it would have hit the ground.
When we got to our party, other people there saw it, too, and they were south of Medford when they saw it. So it definitely was very bright and heading somewhere in the Burlington area.
If you saw it, too, please post a comment and describe what you saw!
I’ve discovered a few nice things about researching this house, as opposed to researching my own family history. For one, all the information is in one town, or at least one county.
Another thing is that any ghosts in the closet aren’t my own ghosts. It might be my closet, though.
Abraham Adams lived up the road in a house that has since been moved. His great-grandson, Samuel, built the addition on to this house in 1837. But in 1771, Abraham killed himself. It’s strange and horrifying to read this account published in the paper, but I find it very sympathetic.