By Norm Williams June 1956

Davis/Olmstead Store with W.A. Perkins Cole 8 in front After a year or two Mr. Stillwell sold to Mrs. E. Warren who soon sold it to E. A. Davis. Erwin Arzo Davis came from Royalton and taught school in Bridgewater Village in 1883, married Mabel Wilson in 1886 and went...

By Walter Houghton Bridgewater Baseball Team on the Fire Truck

By Walter Houghton A person who was my hero and I always looked up to was my Uncle Royal. When the war ended the most memorable thing for me was going to White River Junction with my grandparents to meet his train. I still remember that old Boston & Maine...

By Karole A. Thompson Messier My mother, Ruhie Carpenter Thompson sold the Thompson Tavern (now Doyle Apartments) to Percy Solger. At the request of Mr. Robert Sharpe, my mother went to manage the Bridgewater Drug Store in the early 1940s where she remained for nine...

World War II Homecoming 1946 By Royal Houghton After World War II in 1946, Bridgewater’s  Geno-Roberson American Legion post was asked to do a military funeral for a boy killed in the war in Europe. He came from Plymouth VT. ( I can't remember the soldiers name)...

By Charles Astbury  This story happened in the late 1940s. I’m some ten years old, born on a Bridgewater, side hill, one horse farm which could no longer support a family. My father worked on a nearby operating dairy farm and also worked our smaller farm to feed...

By Walton E. Houghton The Union Hall on the upper end of the village was the entertainment center for the town. In the early days there was an old movie projector up stairs and movies were shown there. Gramp stored it in his barn for years. The last time I saw it, was...

By Walter E. Houghton   From my earliest memories until I left town for the Air Force, Bridgewater Congregational Church was always an integral part of my life. There is a photo of the church being painted around 1946 and the little guy dressed in a sailor suit is me!...

By Karole A. Thompson Messier Years ago, the logging industry was an important industry to the Bridgewater community. Although I was much too young to know the details, I can recall some of the stories related to the loggers and the camps. At one time, there were...