*Reprinted from an article published in 1971, courtesy of Jane Ward
The Ipswich River, as far as Ipswich is concerned in the present day, is a thing of beauty, hopefully a joy forever, but of not much practical use. The dam across it at the old mill site does not produce the power; the sand has blocked its channel so that only small boats may enter and leave its mouth, and the various town landings much in use in past centuries have, for the most part, disappeared not only from sight but from memory.
There is one man who remembers, however, and he is William J. Barton , 83, of Argilla Road, who says he is probably the oldest man still clamming on the river’s flats. “When I was on the river, that was the happiest time of my life,” he tells his grandchildren.
William Barton believes the breakwater built off Little Neck near “Lower Graverly” in the early 1900s under the auspices of the late Richard T. Crane is the cause of the blockage of the river channel today.
“The breakwater only lasted a few years, and then broke up,” he says. “When the engineers planned and built it, the local fishermen who had been going up and down the river all of their lives tried to tell them that it was no place to put it, but the engineers wouldn’t listen. It should have been constructed at a point near the end of Little Neck, where extensive erosion has taken place over the years, and extended about a thousand feet under water to the Red Buoy where you make a left turn to into Parker River. Under that thousand feet of water are unlimited tons of stones eroded over hundreds of years from Little Neck. Before this mistake of a breakwater, there was always a good channel with 12 feet of water. It was no trouble for two and three masted vessels to come up to the wharves with loads of coal up to 250 to 400 tons in weight.” He said sailors on these vessels used to call the Ipswich “The Yellow River.”
“The sand would come in with the tide,, and rush out with it. It left a straight line channel and a deep one,”‘ said Barton. The Feoffees of the Ipswich Grammar School attempted to halt and to correct the erosion at Little Neck three years ago, at what Barton calls “considerable expense.”
Many a pleasant sail down the river are in the memories of William J. Barton. “Starting on the left-hand side of the river, at a point opposite the former R. W. Davis Garage on South Main Street, there is a strip of land, 30 or 40 feet wide, owned by the Town of Ipswich. It was formerly a road or ford to a town landing and wharf. However, by a vote of town meeting many’ years ago, the landing and wharf were deeded to the Ipswich Mills as the site of a boiler room. (That strip of land is the new Ipswich Riverwalk extension.)
One of the conditions of the deed was that the Mills would keep open the foot bridge for the convenience of the public going from the South Side to the Boston and Maine Railroad. The mill closed in 1928, and so did the foot bridge.” (The present footbridge opened in 2006).
Continuing his imaginary sail, Barton guides us under the Choate and County Street bridges, and over the dam that once furnished water power for Damon’s grist mill, later Carter’s.
“Turning to the right, you came to a public town landing off County Street, at the foot of Elm Street. (‘There is still a flight of stone steps leading from the bank down to the cove.) Further to the right, along the cove, there was Heard’s Wharf, at the rear of 2 Turkey Shore Road, which was then called Prospect Street. Quantities of salt fish were shipped from this wharf to the West Indies, and the returned cargoes of molasses went to John Heard’s distillery in the 1790s. A public way and road led to the wharf, and to Bird’s Glove Mill, which rain parallel to Prospect Street.
Looking toward the other side of the river, he described it this way: “There was also a wharf on County property, where the County Jail stood, and where the Junior High School now stands. There was another town landing, after you passed under Green Street Bridge, on the left, at the foot of Summer Street. Thousands of barrels of bloater herrings landed here every fall, and were hauled by horse-dray to Gloucester, Marblehead, Swampscott, to the fishing fleets for bait for their trawls.
“Where the Outboard Ramp is now located was Choate’s Wharf, at the foot of Choate’s Court, now known as Scotton’s Lane. Further down stream on the left there was another town landing at the foot of Hovey Street. Howard Dodge had a building there where he stored coarse bar sand, and sold it to masons for plastering. Still further along, a landing existed this side of Granite Wharf. To the right was another town landing and wharf at the foot of Tansy Lane, but it’s hard to find now, although it was called to the attention of the Selectmen several years ago to see if it could be opened.
“Granite Wharf, later called Sam Bailey’s Wharf, was located where Melanson’s Boat Yard is now, and a lot of granite from Rockport landed there. There were also loads of timber and lime arriving next to the wharf. One time, a vessel loaded with lime sprung a leak, and it was towed across the river to the Tansy Lane wharf, where it sank. Part of the wreck still can be seen in the mud of the river. “On this same wharf (Granite) the Ipswich Custom House was located. James W. Bond was customs inspector in 1875. The next year, the Port of Ipswich was abolished and annexed to Newburyport.
“After the Customs service left, John Glover, and later, Charles Lovell, conducted a coal business on the wharf. Still later, Alexander Clark docked a naphtha, or gasoline steamer there, and made trips to the Isle of Shoals. Finally, the wharf became a town landing or slip, to pull boats in. This is at Water and East Streets.
“Next to this is Brown’s Wharf, called Paul R. Eames Wharf at the beginning of the 20th Century. This is where the steamer ‘Carlotta’ landed at high tide. To the left of this was ‘Pirates’ Cove,’ where the early settlers were said to have landed, among them, ancestors of the Perkins family.
“This landing is where the state’s Public Access Launching Ramp is now. Into this cove, from the town’s earliest days, clammers came in with the tide with their bushels of clams each day. In 1898, dealers who bought their clams were Joseph Foster Claxton, and later Emery Hall and Farley C. Lord. In Claxton’s time, he paid $1.50 a barrel; Lord paid $3. I think the price today is around $30 a barrel.
‘”The Carlotta’ had an elevated walk over the cove so that passengers could get to the river on a low tide. Fishermen maintained a small wharf on the cove’s north side and, on the Agawam side Jim Hull had a spot where he transacted business with the diggers.
“Opposite the wharf, on the right side of the river, is `Ring Bolt Rock.’ Two and three masted vessels would run a line in this bolt and snub, or turn, them up the river.
“Around the corner from the wharf, on the left, was Roger’s Point, the site of a shipyard operated by Edward W. Choate at one time. it was here. in 1878, that The Carlotta’ was built, along with several other schooners. If the tide was extremely low, the Carlotta would deck here, rather than at the wharf.”
Rounding the next point of the river, the sailor sees Nabby’s Point, where there is another ring bolt rock. Opposite was Frenchman’s Cove, so-called because members of that nationality made it their first objective, upon arriving in town. “If they were available, that’s where they wanted to get their clams,” Barton explained.
Now the clam flats begin. On the left they were called “Paw Paw” or “Pee Paw.” What is now Gould’s Creek was formerly Labor-in-Vain Creek.
“From a point opposite Hovey Street, and continuing to the Creek, it was always known as Labor-in-Vain Reach because it was almost impossible to sail a boat between these two points. Many a time I’d get as far as Hovey Street with a fine wind filling my sail, but it always dropped right there, and it was a hard struggle until you got to the Creek, where you’d pick up the wind again.
“After Gould’s Creek, there’s a flat called Bare Ass Nub, and further along, a large piece named Cineretta after a mine in the West where someone in Ipswich was supposed to have struck it rich. Opposite Cineretta is South, or Scotton’s Bank, Robinson’s Creek and Greenwood Creek, Myers’ Ground and Spew Island Creek. There was a bridge over the creek on the north side to haul hay from the farm on Treadwell’s Island. The land in front of the island was known as Treadwell’s Island Reach, and the flats were Low’s Gravel. Opposite is Old Maid’s Bank. Beyond the island are Deep Hole, Uncle Jerry’s Garden and Bungo’s Point.
“Probably the earliest wharfage in town was the Diamond Stage, an ancient landing place at the end of Newmarch Street. A building here was originally a life saving station manned by volunteers, who went to the aid of any vessel in trouble. My father was a member of this group. To the left of the landing is Diamond Stage Creek, and its reach extending to Neck Creek. Opposite was Horse Shoe. After Neck Creek came Neck Cove, and opposite High Sands. These are nice clam flats.”
Barton reels off names such as The Beach, The Spit, Western Branch Fox Creek, now called Treadwell’s Island Creek Flats, The Cow yard, Margaret’s Hole, the southern branch of Fox Creek, later Jack Stratton’s, and still later, Fewke’s Island, all as familiar to him as his own back yard.
“It was at Fewke’s Island that Robinson’s Shipyard operated during World War II. Nearby are The Cedars and Lower Graverly and, of course, what was built to be a breakwater, but which only lasted a few years. Opposite this are Plum Island Sound and River. On your right as you go out of the river is Steep Hill, Middle Hill and Castle Hill, as well as Castle Neck, Ipswich and Crane’s Beaches. Off the beach is the Ipswich Bar and North Spit, and at the end of the beach there are three separate sand bars. These are called one, two and three South Spits, and are excellent spots for digging sea or bar clams.”
With the sail about to be concluded, Barton almost visibly made the ropes fast, and prepared to lower anchor.
“On the right is where the Ipswich River, the Castle Neck River and the Essex River empty into Essex Bay, to eventually find their way into Massachusetts Bay, and finally, the Atlantic Ocean. “These were the names of the places and flats along the Ipswich River before my time, and familiar to me during my time. They were used by the fishermen and clammers. I know. I was one of them. It was the happiest time of my life.”
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