|               GLASTONBURY, CONNECTICUTBy Christopher Gurshin
 
 
   
              
                |    In last year’s winter issue of A Primitive Place I wrote aboutthe  early houses of historic Old Wethersfield. My wife Janice and I wanted to move  there but there weren’t any homes available at the time, so instead,  we were drawn to Glastonbury in 2002, the town  next door across the Connecticut River. Glastonbury was known in the early 17th  century as the east side of Wethersfield   and when the settlement grew it became difficult to cross the river to  attend church at the meetinghouse.  By  the end of the 17th century the population of householders in  Glastonbury had increasedto a number of 50 homes,  of which there are only five that still stand  today. For nearly fifty years the settlement sought permission from Wethersfield   to separate. It was required that an  English town “ hath a church” under the terms obligated  by the General Court  before it could separate from Wethersfield. It  took two years to achievefinding  a  pastor, but in 1692 they successfully foundRev. Timothy Stevens , aged 26, of  the First Society . Under the inducement terms,  he wanted  land grants, salary and a suitable house  built.   His terms were granted, he was  ordained,  andby 1693 the township of  Glastonbury was finally incorporated. |  
 
  
 
 |     Janice and I moved into a 1740 Cape and learned more about  the town after joining the historical society.   I was pleased to learn that Glastonbury had an interesting fact in  common with Marblehead Massachusetts, my home town, with regard to the town’s  old houses. Glastonbury has the most  genuine Colonial homes, totaling 150, built  before 1800  than any other town in  Connecticut and more than all but one other town in America. Marblehead has the  most pre-1800 surviving English colonial structures, havingover 200, which made  for me a nice connection to have in common with my old home town.  Glastonbury is a  large area for a town and although it has a small designated historic area, the  colonial houses are scattered through -out.     It’s always nice to be able to see the various old homes as  I drive down Main Street  realizing how  special they are and causing me to wonder about their history.  In the winter I like to imagine the  fireplaces going back then keeping the homes warm on cold winter days.  The Welles-Shipman-Ward house built in 1775  is one of the houses owned by the Historical Society of Glastonbury and offers  several events  where costumed docents  cook a delicious dinner in the old fireplace  to experience the feeling of the earlier  times.    There is a book, Glastonbury: From Settlement to Suburb,  by Marjorie G. McNulty,  that tells about  the beginnings  of Glastonbury,  from the Indians, to the settlers and into the  present day.  For more information you  may want to inquire at the Historical Society of Glastonbury,1944 Main Street  or at www.hsgct.org. 
              
                |  |  |     Editor’s Note:
 The above article  first appeared in the Winter 2015-16 issue of Primitive Place and Country  Journal, a magazine that has become a leading national showcase for the best in  primitive style décor and Americana arts and crafts.
 
 One thing I have  learned, having known Christopher Gurshin for several years is that when Chris  mentions a book go find it and read it.   In the article above Chris makes mention of Marjory Grant McNulty’s  Glastonbury:  From Settlement to Suburb. As soon as I finished reading Chris’s article, I  jumped on Amazon and bought the book, originally published in 1975 by the  Glastonbury Historical Society and reprinted three times, the last edition in  1995, the one I had.  Not knowing what to  expect, I began reading with increasing pleasure. This is one of the best  history books I have ever read. In her vigorous, sometimes piquant prose,  McNulty, starting with the Amerind peoples, illuminates the arc of everyday  life in one place over three hundred years.
 
 McNulty brings alive, in all their quirky humanity, the  first residents of many of the 18th century homes that still line  Main Street in Glastonbury for blocks.   Zephinia Hollister Smith, for instance, born in Glastonbury, was  educated at Yale, ordained a minister andaround the time of the War of 1812 was  called to pastor a church in Newtown. He got into a controversy over his  beliefs with his pastorate and excommunicated  his entire congregation and Was in turn dismissed by them. Smith returned  to Glastonbury and became a lawyer.   Smith bought the old Eleazor Kimberly house at 1625 Main Street, where  he and his wife raised two spinster daughters , Julia and Abby, who in old age,  in 1878 created a sensation when they refused to pay their taxes  because as women they weren’t allowed to  vote! When Julia Smith died at age 94 the great woman suffragist Isabella  Beecher Hooker said a prayer at her memorial service.
 
 In roughly two hundred and fifty pages it’s amazing how  comprehensive McNulty’s  account  is of life in one place through three  centuries.  She seems  to   touch  on every aspect of life, no  matter how seemingly mundane. Education board meetings, sewer planning  sessions, racial tensions- every detail is an equally important part of the big  picture. Writing of a school district budget meeting thirty years ago,  she   sums up the board members’ attitude toward spending money:  “in the words of that old New England saying,  to use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”
 
 As a young woman  Marjory Grant taught violin in Glastonbury, then joined the Hartford Courant in  1934. From 1939 to 1943 she was Society Editor. She married J. Bard McNulty,  Professor of English at Trinity College.   Marjory Grant McNulty died in 2002. Her husband lived until September 4,  2015. In the course of learning about her I came across a most fascinating  obituary of J. Bard McNulty written for the Hartford Courant by Anne M.  Hamilton. Bard McNulty, founder of the Glastonbury Square Dancers Association,  was as much of a character as any of the personages that people his wife’s  history.His obituary, which follows, reads like an afterward  to Marjory Grant McNulty’s book.
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