FOREWORD

I feel sure that Sir Charles Wyndham (1710–1763), Earl of Egremont, Baron Cockermouth, Baronet of Orchard Wyndham and Lord Lieutenant of Cumberland and Sussex, would be very proud of how the town named after him has turned out. The Wyndham family motto was, in fact, their war cry, “Au bon droit,” which told the world they were fighting “with good reason.” Perhaps that would also be a good motto for the town of Windham. Since our earliest days, the citizens of Windham have sent their children, husbands, sons and daughters to fight in a dozen wars, beginning with the French and Indian War and the Revolutionary War in the eighteenth century and on through the Civil War, the two world wars, Korea, Vietnam and the current conflicts in the Middle East. With each war, we proudly answered our country’s call and fought “with good reason.”

The town that is now Windham was settled in 1719 by a pioneer band of sixteen families led by the Reverend James MacGregor from Aghadowey in Northern Ireland. The land they were granted was originally called Nutfield and now makes up the towns of Derry, Londonderry and Windham, as well as parts of Hudson, Manchester and Salem. In 1722, Nutfield was given a charter by the royal governor and renamed Londonderry. On February 23, 1742, the southeastern portion of Londonderry was incorporated as the town of Windham.

The original Scotch-Irish Windham pioneers left the restrictions of the Old World to seek freedom in the wilderness of the New World, leaving Northern Ireland because of long years of persecution. In his last sermon in Ireland, Pastor MacGregor said they were going to America to seek religious, cultural, political and economic freedom. They were willing to leave the certainties of their Irish hearths and homes for the uncertainty of a wilderness settlement where, at night, they would hear the howls of wolves and live in fear of Indian attacks. Still, they would give up all they knew in Ireland in the pursuit of freedom for themselves and their progeny. One of the first things they did upon arrival was build a church so they could worship their God in their own way, a school so their children could read their Bibles and improve their lives economically and a meetinghouse so they could assemble to elect their own leaders and vote on taxing themselves for the common weal. All these civil and religious privileges had been denied to them under the oppressive rule of the British government in Ireland.

For nearly three centuries, the citizens of this town have worked to make Windham into a community, a warm, welcoming place with good neighbors that has a vision for the future and an appreciation of the past. Windham has seen itself change from a tiny frontier outpost in the middle of an endless forest into a town with an agriculture-based economy where there were truly more cows than people, the land was crisscrossed by miles and miles of stone walls and nearly 90 percent of the land was treeless pastures and fields. By the start of the twentieth century, farming in Windham had nearly died out, and much of the cleared land had been reclaimed by brush and trees.

Windham remained a small rural town for most of its history with its population very stable. In 1940, the town was home to only 630 people, about the same population as it had in 1790. Things soon changed, however. In 1963, Interstate 93 cut through the town, and immediately our population numbers began to rise. The town quickly became a desirable place to move to for those living in the crowded urban areas of the Bay State. Here in Windham were good schools, clean air and little crime. Another of the town’s drawing cards was that now, because of the new highway, Windham was an easy commute to employment in the cities of Massachusetts.

For the rest of the twentieth century, the town’s population doubled with the passing of every decade. Currently, Windham’s population is nearly fourteen thousand, which is more than ten times what it was in 1960. Within the span of just two generations, Windham had changed from being known as a rural oasis to being considered on the fringe of the East Coast megalopolis that extends five hundred miles from the northern suburbs of Boston to northern Virginia. Demographically, most of today’s town’s residents are newcomers. They are not members of the old families who grew up knowing the stories and ways of their Windham ancestors. This book will serve to educate the newer residents about the history and traditions of their adopted hometown that they have quickly learned to love.

I suppose I am of the last generation to remember those times before television, when storytellers were the most popular form of local entertainment. So many, many times I remember sitting with my father in a neighbor’s kitchen listening to the ancient ones tell stories of events that happened when the twentieth century was still young. These masters of the spoken words would also proudly tell about how, when they were boys, they met Civil War veterans and heard them tell their stories. I would listen with high interest to these secondhand tales of daring during the Battle of Gettysburg or the excitement of seeing old Abe Lincoln while they marched by him during a military review.

These stories passed down through the generations are the warp and woof of the fabric of the historical life of Windham. Through these stories, we can realize the hopes and aspirations of the founders of the town and better understand why Windham developed in the way it did. By studying the town’s history, we learn what actions and policies were the most successful and which should be avoided. Through the stories in this book, we can once again put the spotlight on the many amazing personalities who strode and strutted across the stage of Windham’s history. So many of these historical personages chronicled in this book can serve as excellent role models for our leaders, citizens and young people.

One importance of a book like this is to capture and retell the stories before the memories fade. How many times have you, I, we been told a story and, within a relatively short time, nearly forgotten it? With the passing of each of our old residents, a whole library of the town’s stories is buried with him or her. A story or anecdote that is not written down can live only as long as it is remembered. The twice-told tales published in this book grant that story immortality. Well done, Windham. These stories, your stories, will now live forever.

Rick Holmes
Nutfield Historian