News arrived in Rooty Plain that the Regulars had come in to Ipswich, and every man was called for, to meet the enemy. One aged man. Mr. Stephen Dressr thought he would sit down a while and smoke his pipe, and waited but they didn't come, and had quite a comfortable nights sleep.
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Thomas Dennis, legendary Ipswich joiner
The defiant Samuel Appleton
The Devil’s footprint
Pingrey’s Plain, the gallows lot
President Washington visits Ipswich, October 30, 1789
Drunkards, liars, a hog, a dog, a witch, “disorderly persons” and the innkeeper
Paul Revere’s not so famous ride through Ipswich, December 13, 1774
Death in a snowstorm, December 1, 1722
On December 1, 1722, Daniel Rogers was returning to Ipswich from a court case in Hampton and took a wrong turn that led deep into Salisbury marshes. His body was found a few days later near Salisbury beach. Suspicion fell on one Moses Gatchel but no charges were filed, there being a lack of solid evidence.
The boy who fell beneath the ice
The Rev. Joseph Dana served the Second Congregational Church at the South Green from 1765 until his death in 1827 at age 85. Rev, Dana's tombstone in the Old South Cemetery reads: "In memory of the Rev Joseph Dana D.D., for sixty-two years, Minister of the South Church. His protracted life was eminently devoted to… Continue reading The boy who fell beneath the ice
The Great Colonial Hurricane and the wreck of the Angel Gabriel
Luke and Elizabeth Perkins, notorious disturbers of the peace and a “wicked-tongued Woman”
Luke Perkins and his wife, Elizabeth were notorious disturbers of the peace in 17th Century Ipswich, and she had a "venomous tongue." It was a happy day for the town when Luke and Elizabeth loaded their belongings into a boat and set sail for the solitary island farm owned by his father on Grape Island.
The witchcraft trial of Elizabeth Howe, hanged July 19, 1692
A Revolutionary Guest: John Adams’ letters from Ipswich
The hanging of Ezra Ross and Bathsheba Spooner, July 2, 1778
Rum runners
Ipswich folks have always had a taste for good rum. Its hidden creeks was a paradise for the rum runners and bootleggers during the Prohibition era. Tales of the Coast Guard chasing rum runners were common. It was very seldom that one could be caught. The booze was unloaded at convenient places like Gould's Bridge. To distract the authorities, someone would set a fire in town.