Everyone loves a parade.
East Hampton has seen the annual Memorial Day Parade going back to the
late 19th century and our Old Home Day Parade since 1910, it now an annual
event since the late 1970s. With the Old Home Day revival in 1953, suspended since WWII, the local American Legion Post No. 64
felt it fitting to participate in a grand way.
Legion members formed a Color Guard and Drill Team which represented the
Legion Post and our Town into the 1960s in various competitions in the State
and in National Parades and Conventions including Atlantic City and Washington
D.C., in the latter receiving the third place trophy as the best performing
Color Guard and Drill Team among the numerous teams participating from around
the country. The irony of these honored
veterans who served in World War II and the Korean Conflict forming a drill
team and voluntarily marching can't be overlooked. Most, if not all of these veterans, while in
active military service, had a disdain for any further organized marching. I'm sure most uttered on numerous occasions,
probably in a somewhat unflattering manner while in their respective branch of
service, that the last thing they would ever do again when discharged is march
- yet here they were. Over that decade
from formation, over 20 veterans - Legion members participated, with weekly
practices, in parades and full recognition of deceased veterans. Participating were Gilson Hall, Richard
Hitchcock, Charles Walton, James Wall, Jr., Donald Markham, Arthur Jacobson,
Jr., Hilding Hanson, John Jacobson, John Hanson, Francis Phillips, Edgar
Prince, Henry Fielding, Richard Bertrand, Rev. John Hosmer, Byron Clark, Lester
Hammond, Harold Lord, Louis Valli, William Marquess, and Francis Valli.
Gentlemen! We salute you and thank you for your service.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
A Rose by any other name - Hog Hill
Many of our street name origins are reasonably apparent. Lakeview Street adjacent to Lake View
Cemetery overlooks Lake Pocotopaug. Barton Hill was the home of William Barton,
the first bell maker. Miller Hill the
farm of an early resident. You probably
won't find the street in any current town road index as it is now Main and
South Main Streets, but a "native" would likely know its
location. Hog Hill would be equally evident
other than the fact there have been no hogs in recent history. Located eastward from Middle Haddam along
Route 149, the ground rises from the Connecticut River, in some places quite
steeply and very boldly. Here a hill of
great natural beauty and enchanting scenery was to become known as "Hog
Hill" bearing this unbecoming name with originates from colonial days
because of a particular episode. Shortly
after settlement, the General Court (the General Assembly) in 1740 granted
Middle Haddam settlers its petition to incorporate as a parish, The first
meeting house (the church) was erected on the side of this lovely hill. The meeting house was stoned up underneath
(its foundation) and a small aperture left to access under the church. As was the practice, hogs belonging to the
early settlers were allowed to roam at large, foraging unattended. During a rather violent thunder and lightning
storm the swine took refuge under the church.
Some party, likely some mischievous children, closed the entrance
shutting in the swine. Since they
normally roamed free, no one noticed them missing until the Sabbath day. Worshipers were serenaded by the snorting and
sequels of the trapped hogs as services began.
Service was temporarily halted as the prisoners were released. Hog Hill has retained its name ever since.
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