Sunday, May 17, 2009

May 17, 2009 - Boxberry, Rockland, Massachusetts


Yup, I'm paying for it now. My feet have been aching for a few months, and yeterday did them in. I had big plans for this week, but now it seems that I'll have to take it slow. And its a damn shame.


But bad feet doesn't mean my walking days are through. First tactic - change shoes. Second move - flat surfaces.


I walked the northern end of Union Street in Rockland this morning, after sleeping in 'til 8. That, for me, is like sleeping 'til noon. For the first time in months, I did not set an alarm to wake up.


Boxberry was where Rockland got its start in the world of shoe manufacturing. William Hunt - one of those names that means nothing to anybody except for the students of Rockand history - came across the Weymouth line in the 1790s and set up his new home with a small shed in the backyard. On that shed, he hung out his shingle: "William Hunt, Shoemaker." A century later, Rockland was exporting hundreds of thousands of shoes to buyers across the United States.


But Boxberry has so much more history. Timothy Hatherly, who arrived in the 1620s, once owned this land. One of the streets here carries his name. The end of Union Street only comes to a dead end because of Russian submarines; when they started threatening the United States in the 1950s (or, at least, when the thought of them did), the South Weymouth Naval Air Station expanded to inlcude a runway that cut off this main road that once connected Rockland with Weymouth.


There's a church here, or a building that used to be one. It was moved up to the top of this hill a century or so ago and at one time served as a brassiere factory. Today it serves a couple of families as apartments.


Suburbia is in bloom. The azaleas in the front yards are so thick with flowers it's hard to tell where one ends and the next one begins. Flowering dogwood trees are living up to their names. And all the local birds are building their nests.


After 46 minutes, I realized that yes, my feet hurt, but not like they did yesterday or the day before. It's going to be a long road to complete recovery for them, but I intend to walk it.


Time: 46 minutes.

New species: None.

Stranger hellos: None.

What else is happening: Work on the Captains Guide; dinner with Michelle, our baby boy, my mother, sister, brother, sister-in-law, uncle and cousin!

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