Parkside Dairy Farm
grandparents, J. Charles and Nettie M. Henry bought the land from grandpa's uncle, John S. Mead of
Milford and in 1895 built a house and barn. There they lived with their three children, Ruth, Willard and
Norman (my Dad), Grandma's mother, Sarah Olira Cummings and cousin Anna Chapin. They had
one or two cows and a horse for their personal use.
Dad went to UNH for a two-year agricultural course and graduated in 1911 or '12, I think. However, I
don't know how much farming he did until after World War I. He was in the army. After that he worked
at the YMCA in Brockton, Mass. It was there he met my mother.
Ill health brought Dad back to Hopedale in about 1921. It was then he built a greenhouse and started
a nursery/truck farm business. After several years plus the arrival of three children, he moved from
growing plants to developing a dairy farm. He enlarged the barn and had a herd of twelve to eighteen
or so cows and established a milk route in Hopedale and Milford.
There were a few small farms in South Hopedale, such as Pete Gaskill's, now the site of Rosenfeld's
Sand & Gravel and Wilcox's, not far from the Green Store, but in Hopedale we were the only farm in the
Sometime in the late 1930s, the task of delivering milk fell to Richard, Muriel and Phyllis. Richard
drove our little red pick-up truck every day while the girls alternated weeks.. I well remember those
years. Talk about service!! There was one house where I had to put the milk in the refrigerator, and
there were some where the bottles were taken into the house. We had to coast down the hill on
Dennett Street because the noise of the truck and bottles disturbed someone's sleep. We would start
around six and get back just in time for breakfast. Then Dad drove us to high school. As we went
down the street we picked up 10, 12 + kids who were hoping we'd come along. Many times the last
bell was ringing as we arrived.
My parents anniversary was the same as my aunt and uncle's - August 1. Every year we'd celebrate
with a picnic in the Parklands. There would be about seven or eight adults and a dozen or so children.
My father would pick different places for the picnic. I remember one being at Maroney's Grove, and one
year my father borrowed a rowboat and we had our celebration at Fisherman's Island.
When Richard graduated and went on to a two-year course at Stockbridge, Dad drove the truck and
we girls delivered. Then I graduated and Charles and Phillis delivered. After Phil left, it was up to Dad
Haying was a big part of summer. We all pitched. For many years Dad, Grandpa and the hired man,
Linwood or Elmer Hammond - later Freemie or Lowell Hammond and still later, Bob Hammond,
scythed and later cut with an iron wheeled tractor, did the mowing, teddering, raking and bringing in
the hay. My job was to build the load so it wouldn't all slide off. Some of the fields we hayed were in
Upton but the main hayfield was across the road at George Schultz's. It went right up to Route 140.
Our pastures went behind the barn and house, right down to the Parklands. Dad rented land next to
our house, down to the Driftway. He bought the land including the Driftway that went as far as what
was then Millers, then Kalpagians. This also went back to the Parklands. The pastures were curtailed
when Draper Corporation sold house lots to Tommy Eckles, John Ackerley and Otis Rose. Drapers
had rented this to us for years.
By now Wayne Patenaude was working after school at the farm. Eventually he lived there too. At about
5 P.M. it was time to bring the cows in for milking. They were often right at the gate waiting, but
sometimes one or two of us kids would have to go looking for some laggards. Sometimes we'd find a
cow that had just calved. In good weather, mothers would bring toddlers or little kids in strollers to see
the cows come home.
Another attraction was a huge chestnut tree that grew near the road but inside the fence of the calf
pasture. When the chestnuts started to fall, all the kids in the neighborhood would show up to pick
them up. Dad had some rules. 1. You can't climb on the fence or get into the pasture. 2. You can't
climb the tree. 3. You can't shake or try to hit the branches.
Things changed after World War II. In the fall of 1941, Richard went to Stockbridge where he studied
poultry. I think in his second year he did a work-study at Mayo's Duck Farm in Orleans. He then joined
the Air Force. After the war, he came back to Hopedale where his interest was poultry, not cows.
In 1946, Dad sold the milk route to Arnold VanderSluis of Mendon and the milk we produced was sold
to Lowell's. Richard started his poultry and egg business. He, with the help of Gilbert Beal and
Charles, still in high school, had a chicken range down back, but built a 4-story hen house where a
small apple orchard had been. Capons were his specialty. Up near the road he installed his Egg-o-
mat, the first of its kind in the area. I was married and away by this time so I don't remember many of
the details. I remember the egg candler in the cellar that kept my folks busy. On Fridays, sometimes
Thursday too, things were hectic; killing, de-feathering and cleaning chickens and capons ordered for
the weekend. This phase ended in about 1957 when Richard stopped this and raised chickens on
contract for a big poultry business. Farming was over for the Henrys. My parents moved to Mendon.
Richard became a CPA and moved to Westminster. Bill and Claire Larson bought the farm and it
became their private home. Muriel E. Tinkham, July 24, 2005
Milk Wagons and Routes of the Area Horse Stuck in Mud at the Henry Farm
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of this area and more was once part of the Parkside Farm.
Muriel Henry Tinkham, Age 94
Springfield, New Hampshire
Muriel (Henry) Tinkham, 94, formerly of Philbrick Hill Road, died Tuesday, May 21, 2019 at Lebanon Center Genesis.
She was born in Milford, MA on December 28, 1924 the daughter of Norman S. and Marjorie E. (Ouderkirk) Henry. She
graduated from Hopedale, MA High School and then from Bates College, Lewiston, ME magna cum laude in 1947. Muriel
was a member of two honor societies-Phi Beta Kappa and Phi Sigma Iota. In 1948 she married Wesley L. Tinkham.
She had been a high school teacher teaching in Wrentham, MA, Nipmuc Regional High School in Mendon/Upton and
Shrewsbury, MA High School retiring in 1980. She had lived in Westboro, MA for 13 years and was on the board of directors of
Inman Rehabilitation Center while there.
Church was important to Muriel and she was active in churches where she lived including Upton, MA, Hopedale, MA and
Westboro, MA. She moved to Springfield, NH in 1980 and was a member of The First Baptist Church of New London, the
Baptist Women's Fellowship and former treasurer, and one of the only remaining members of the Women' s Mission Circle.
Active in civic affairs, Muriel helped organize the Springfield Historical Museum, the pictorial directory for the Museum and had
been a trustee at the Libby Cass Library. For many years she was an active tutor in the GED program working through the
Newport Office. She had also been on the Board of Directors at Lake Sunapee Region Visiting Nurse Association. Muriel
enjoyed handwork including crewel and counted cross stitch, gardening and reading. She and her late husband, Wesley L.
Tinkham who died in 2007, enjoyed traveling together.
Members of her family surviving include two sons and their wives, David W. and Mary Tinkham of West Lebanon, NH and
James L. and Rhonda Tinkham of Springfield, NH; seven grandchildren, Andrew, Marc, Kathryn, Amber, Sara, Tamara and
Jonathan; ten great grandchildren; one great great granddaughter; one brother, Charles E. Henry of Washington, PA; nieces
A graveside service will be held on Wednesday, May 29, 2019 at 11:00 A.M. in Pleasant View Cemetery, Springfield, NH. A
memorial service will be held on Monday, July 15, 2019 at 11:00 A.M. at The First Baptist Church, 461 Main Street, New
In lieu of flowers memorial contributions may be made to The First Baptist Church, P.O. Box 336, New London, NH 03257 or
Lake Sunapee Region Visiting Nurse Association, P.O. Box 2209, New London, NH 03257. Worcester Telegram & Gazette,
May 26, 2019