An Illegal Independence Day Tradition
I
have written a serious article on Independence Day, which may appear in the
July UCO Reporter. Having thus done my due diligence to the day and our
forefathers, I feel excused to share what was an illegal tradition for years in
the part of Dedham, Mass. where we lived as kids and which, though a bit
shameful, I have to admit we gloried in, kids and grownups alike.
This
was the burning-of-the-wagons bonfire in Oakdale Square on the night of July 3,
Independence Day eve.
Five
streets—which had many streets branching off them—led like spokes of a wheel
into Oakdale Square, where there were a church, drugstore, grocery store,
beauty salon, community “spa,” small meat market and, offset to one side, the
wooden schoolhouse where we went to first and second grade. These were arranged
in a ring around the large, open square, which had a single traffic light in
the middle.
During
the year a coterie of teenage boys (few knew exactly who they were)
mysteriously acquired wooden wagons and big wooden carts, and hid them in safe
places. “Acquired” is the polite word—everyone knew that many of the wagons had
been stolen, often in the dead of the night, from neighboring farms as many as
ten miles away in other towns.
They
filled the wagons with old boards and other wooden combustibles, moving them
nearer and nearer to Oakdale Square during the year, so they could be set afire
and rolled into the Square on the night of July 3.
You
never knew on which street a wagon would come rolling into the Square, which
kept the police, who were never out in full force, off balance. They were also
hindered because having doused a wagon with kerosene, the boys would set it
ablaze a block or two before it reached the Square. Tree branches often
extended over the streets, so if a wagon were stopped after it had been set on
fire, the trees and possibly even houses might catch fire.
The
“show” began about 10:00 p.m., after it was dark, and lasted about two hours. A
number of wagons entered the square on Sanderson Avenue, because it was
downhill, but others came in on the more level streets, and I remember once
when everyone was surprised as a wagon was pushed up the steep River Street
hill into the Square.
A
number of the adults disapproved of the tradition because it involved the theft
of the wagons, was not a sanctioned activity, and made a mess of the asphalt in
the Square. But most of the same disapproving adults gathered in the Square to
watch the spectacle. Some were afraid the huge bonfire would crack the
surrounding store windows, but it never did. People, after all, were watching
from in front of the stores, so it wasn’t that hot at that distance. Strangely,
it never seemed to affect the traffic light, which was nearby.
I
moved from Dedham, and some years later I learned that the police had finally
put a stop to the burning of the wagons. It had gone on for decades. I guess it was a good thing.
Someone could have been hurt or killed, and it certainly was not right for the
poor farmers to lose their wagons. It was an era many of us will never forget.
