smoke, cinders and coal dust seeped in
around the windows and stuck to you on a hot day. The locomotive was
also responsible for forest fires during the dry season. Now and
again a spark would land on the peat bogs between Tower Hill and
Cherry Brook and start a fire that smouldered for a week or so below the
surface of the ground. There was nothing the fire department
could do except to keep an eye on it and take precautions
against its spreading into the woods.
Looking at Weston Station today and the seldom used track passing
close to it, gives little indication of the hustle and bustle
that once characterized the place. In 1916, when service reached its
peak, twenty-three passenger trains stopped there every week-day as well
as five scheduled freights.
Strategically located on the
hill just above Weston Station was Patrick J. McAuliffe's livery stable.
My earliest recollections of McAuliffe's date back to the days before we
drove to Boston in an automobile. Sometimes we went by
train, sometimes we drove to Waltham and took a
street car and sometimes we went in one of Pat's carriages.
In those days the main road through Weston was still unpaved and an
automobile only a toy to be used within a very limited
I was somewhat afraid of Pat because he was the chief of
police and could arrest me and put me in prison if he had a mind
to, and also because Mary used to tease me by saying, "I under-stand
he's keeping a close watch on you," although she never explained why.
My mother objected strongly to the use of checkreins and to docking
horses' tails. Once in a while Pat, feeling in a devilish