The Gov. Eben and Nannie Draper home at 90 Marlborough Street, Boston.

    Hopedale History
    June 1, 2017
    No. 325
    The Height of Luxury

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    News above is from Wikipedia. Hopedale news for 25, 50 (Milford Daily News) and
    100 years ago (Milford Gazette) from the Bancroft Library is below this text box.


    Dorothy Draper was the daughter of Gov. Eben Sumner and Nannie Bristow Draper. In
    1911 she married Thomas Brattle Gannett. They lived in Milton and had five children.
    Gannett died in 1931, and in 1939 Dorothy married Paul Hamlen, and moved to Wayland.
    Two of her sons, Jack and Bill, moved to Hopedale in 1949 where they worked for the
    Draper Corporation.

                                                      The Height of Luxury

                                         Dorothy Draper Gannett Hamlen

    I had a happy girlhood with the exception of the anxiety which originated in the
    uncertainties of my brother Bristow's dissipated years. We lived in Hopedale, where my
    parents kept open house for their friends as well as for those of their children, until
    around the late 1890s when we moved to Boston for the winter months.

    We lived at 90 Marlborough Street, a large, comfortable double house, one house away fr
    om the corner of Clarendon Street. It is now the Chamberlain School of Retailing, fo
    llowing a long tenure by the Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. It had an old fashioned "l
    ift," not a real elevator, beside the back stairs. It was really an open platform ma
    nipulated by ropes which reached from the roof to the cellar, which made my mo
    ther nervous because of the possibility of fire with such an unlimited open space for do
    wn and up drafts. Soon, I think 1903, my father bought 150 and 152 Beacon Street fr
    om Mrs. Jack Gardner (Isabella Stewart Gardner) and after demolishing these two houses
    he built his really beautiful city home on this double lot. It was of steel construction
    throughout, completely fire-proof as to the standards of the period.

    Mr. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Waddie Longfellow) was the architect, a short, dumpy
    little man who bounced as the walked, and who possessed a pair of intensely blue eyes
    and a Van Dyke beard. Consequently, everything of material or sentimental value was
    moved into this house for the sake of its extra safely; family portraits, my grandfather
    Bristow's valuable library which my mother had inherited, and heirlooms of all kinds from
    both sides of the family. My father was a considerable expert on paintings, and had a very
    fine collection of pictures.  I remember especially a beautiful Zorn (purchased in St. Louis
    at the 1903 World's Fair) several Corots, a charming Henner whose red-haired model was
    the subject for much teasing of my father by his friends - he loved red hair (and so do I!) a
    Ziem of Venice, a colorful Vibert of some very jovial looking Cardinals, a rushing river of
    Thaulow, French soldiers by Detail, two Remingtons, the little Rosa Bonheur fox which was
    taken to Hopedale for the summer and so escaped the fire. This came to me after my
    brother Eben's death and it now hangs in my parlor above my mother's cherry wood desk
    which I also acquired at the same time.

    (I searched for "Henry Wadsworth Longfellow architect," but the only Longfellow who had
    been an architect who turned up was Alexander Wadsworth Longfellow Jr. He was a
    nephew of Henry. My guess is that Dorothy heard him referred to only as "Waddie," and
    assumed that his first name was Henry.)

    I had a bedroom, sitting room, guest room with two bathrooms on the fourth floor, across
    the front of the house; the height of luxury as my father took pains to remind me, fairly

    When my mother and I were in Paris in the fall of 1909 - staying at the Hotel Meurice on
    the Rue de Rivoli while my "coming-out" clothes were being made, we came in late one
    afternoon from an exhausting day of shopping and fittings, and I found a notice in our
    rooms saying that a cablegram was waiting for us in the office. This was a little unusual, as
    ordinarily the cable itself would be propped up on our table, so guided by some sixth
    sense I went along to get it without mentioning the message to my mother. Now, 55 years
    later, I can quote it verbatim. It said - "October 5, 1909 - Boston house and every single
    thing in it destroyed by fire last night. Start rebuilding next week. Have rented 310
    Berkeley Street for the winter. Love, Eben."

    I still feel the irony of having moved form 90 Marlborough Street because of the fear of fire
    to a supposedly safe, modern, fireproof house, only to have this one burn up.

    Apparently when the housecleaning crew went into the house to get it ready for the winter
    under the supervision of our butler Nils A. Loven (more about him later) an electric switch
    was turned on in the pantry - this was not turned off when the workmen left and showed
    no danger signal when Loven also locked up and returned to Hopedale. Presumably a
    crossed electric wire smoldered all night. Nothing was noticed until a milkman driving
    across the Harvard bridge at 4 in the morning saw the flames burst out of the roof and
    called the fire department. The structure of the house was fireproof but the contents were
    not - everything was destroyed with the exception of a few scorched books, and small
    fragments of the tightly rolled and very beautiful Persian rugs.

    After getting word of this debacle my mother and I sailed for home on the "Mauretania,"
    earlier than planned. As the only available stateroom was an inside cabin before the days
    of air-conditioning, this was a rough and exhausting trip. My poor mother was just plain
    seasick during the entire crossing and I felt guilty because I wasn't.

    My father who was still Governor of Massachusetts had to go to Baton Rouge for the
    dedication of some monument that autumn  (see below the pictures of the governor and
    the fire for more on the monument) but I did not go south with my parents - instead I
    moved into 310 Berkeley Street, the John Phillips House - very large and commodious -
    very dark and inconvenient, thoroughly Victorian as to furnishings and decor, and tried to
    help in getting it settled for their return for the winter. On this plot of land now stands the
    ghastly modernistic Lutheran Church. I can't bear to look at it as we drive towards the
    Storrow Drive, on our way home to Wayland after mornings or days spent in Boston.
    Dorothy Draper Gannett Hamlen, 1964

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150 Beacon Street after the fire of October 5, 1909

Hopedale News - June 1992

Milford News and Milford Gazette clippings below are from the Bancroft Library.

Hopedale News - June 1967

Hopedale News - June 1917

    The Massachusetts monument in Baton Rouge, erected in
    1909, must have been the reason for Gov. Draper's trip there
    mentioned by Dorothy in the last paragraph above.