Marlborough, Massachusetts

View from Longfellow's Wayside Inn
in Sudbury, Massachusetts
Milkweed pod bursting at Ghiloni Recreation Area Barn at Ghiloni Recreation Area Rusted wagon wheel at Ghiloni Recreation Area Marlborough State Forest
Pond at Ghiloni Recreation Area Entrance to Marlborough State Forest Rusted wagon wheel at Ghiloni Recreation Area Rock wall in Marlborough State Forest
Partridgeberries, Marlborough State Forest hiking path Marlborough State Forest Ferns and rock wall in Marlborough State Forest Shoeworker Memorial, Centennial Park, Marlborough
First Baptist Church, Monument Avenue, Marlborough Shoeworker Memorial, Centennial Park, Marlborough Shoeworker Memorial, Centennial Park, Marlborough Marlborough State Forest hiking path
Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, Sudbury Ruth in Marlborough, MA Joe at Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, Sudbury Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, Sudbury
Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, Sudbury Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, Sudbury Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, Sudbury Longfellow’s Wayside Inn, Sudbury

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Ruth’s Travelogue – October 28-31, 2003

Microsoft sent Joe to correct computer problems in historic Marlborough. We flew into Boston and drove west, heading into town past the Common and John Brown Bell, taken to Marlborough by the 13th Massachusetts Infantry Company 1 in 1861 from the Harper’s Ferry Arsenal Firehouse, now a memorial to Civil War veterans. I enjoyed the Marlborough State Forest hiking paths and interesting interpretative trail—noting insights such as farmers do not build rock walls through woods; they farmed this land—and adjacent community recreation area.

Joe successfully fixed the computers and we returned on Boston Post Road, with pauses at the street-corner Shoeworker Memorial in Centennial Park, celebrating the heritage and legacy of Marlborough’s shoeworkers and their industry that helped build the city, and for lunch at the wayside inn Longfellow’s poem made famous, a National Historic Site. Time didn’t permit visiting the relocated one-room schoolhouse of Sarah Hale’s poem “Mary had a Little Lamb” or the replica of a water-powered grist mill there. We checked in at the Boston airport, and made it home by 8 p.m. to dole out candy for the last hour of Halloween trick-or-treaters.

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