Nice to have some contributions from Essex! Thanks Mike
Milk Street, Essex During Western MA Tornado Day Photos From Mike Dyer
My View of Life on the Dock
My View of Life on the Dock
Nice to have some contributions from Essex! Thanks Mike
Good Morning Gloucester 
My niece was in the Springfield/Chicopee tornado. As she was calling from their cellar just making it down their steps as their windows blew out on the upper level.The weather channel said that Springfields tornados were from Michigan which we just had our share,but nothing like Joplin.I had emailed her how lucky she was not to live in a tornado state in Springfield. The picture caught the true essence of what it looks like with the eerie golden glow,and also,after a tornado,the sky will usually be greenish and the smells are of nothing but garbage. With
your hurricanes there,mother nature is no picnic in the spring and summer months. Thank you Joey for all the wonderful photographs you show on GMG. Linda
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I love that bottom picture.
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Love the photos, and the horses look a bit restless like they are rumored to get before a storm comes. Nice job.
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These pictures are beautiful. I lived next door to this farm – at the time it was owned by Paul and Janice Fisher -a chicken farm. Best eggs in the Commonwealth!!! Many happy memories there – from skating in the lower field to gathering eggs and watching Marion candle the eggs in the weighing room. Yes, eggs used to be handled individually – checked for fertilization (the candling) and weighed as to pullet, small, medium, large and extra large. She used to show us how it was done and let us candle an occassional egg…. Nothing compares to a large of extra large today…they were HUGE!!!
I have been back to Essex on occasion and often ride up Milk Street and remember so fondly growing up there – Betsy on the corner, the Porters who lived next door to Betsy and Gail Porter, my favorite babysitter…..the Horsemans who lived up on the little hill – he was the Chief of Police!!! Only policeman in town at the time!!! Then there were the Jacksons – and the Kukonisis family at the end of Milk Street – along with the Foss family on the corner of Milk and Grove Street…. Oh, and the Melansons who lived next door to us….we lived in the duplex across the street from Chet Boyd and Marion Frick -(she was the lady who worked for Mr. Fisher – and Mr. Boyd made worely-gigs that were perpelled by the wind – men who sawed wood, geese that flew, etc. – and sold them all over Massachusetts – (my brother still has one -) We picked high bush blueberries at Liases’ (spelling) – and skated there, too – but only if the “boys” would lead us there – (about once a year) – We had fires to keep us warm and had hot chocolate made by our mothers. -It was a childhood I don’t think any of the “gang” will forget – we had a special connection in Essex – and always will….Our town was a neighborhood – We all knew one another and we will be forever connected. We had a VILLAGE -long before it was emphasized in the 90’s – Our parents took care of us and we took care of one another….
Those were the days – Essex will never leave my heart –
Chris Thompson – 16 Milk Street – Telephone # Ring 72
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Just loved reading your article about Essex and the people who lived on Milk street. My grandmother was Marion Frick. As a child we went to visit her every summer. That was my moms mother. Chester was like a grandfather to me. He was such a sweet man. I remember all the wooden whirlies he made. We geese and his wings were like air plane propellers when the wind blew. I always liked going into his little red shop. My mother passed away 30 years ago and haven’t been back since. I also remember the Fisher’s farm as a kid I was very interested in what they did. Anyway would love to hear from you if you have time and want to e-mail me back.
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