Mildred E. Hastings Obituary
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Mildred E. Hastings Obituary
Taught French and Latin
March 12, 1990
Mildred E. Hastings NEW IPSWICH - Mildred E. Hastings, 98, of Greenville Road, died March 12, 1990, in the Ledgeview Nursing Home, West Paris, Maine. She was born in New Ipswich and spent most of her childhood in Boston. She was a graduate of Boston Latin High School and the 1913 class of Radcliffe College. She taught French and Latin in several Massachusetts high schools, retiring from teaching in 1950. She returned to New Ipswich and was employed as a U.S. postal clerk in New Ipswich for 17 years. She served as organist for the New Ipswich Congregational Church for more than 19 years. She was a member of the New Ipswich Historical Society and a member of the Seventh Day Adventist Church of Washington.
Miss Mildred Hastings
Burton Family Albums
The Thayer family has shared two large photo albums containing portraits of members of the Burton family. These photos were taken in the late 1800s which is earlier than the majority of photos in our collection. Some of the subjects were identified, and hopefully Google facial recognition might identify others.
Photos 10 - 19
James Roger diary entry
November 16th 1908 (Monday)
Frost, fine clear cool day. David carting out the manure from under the barn. He took out 16 loads. I chored around filing boiler. Taking refuse to hen house etc. Academy open today cows not out yesterday nor today.
Any obit of Mildred Hastings should include her many years as a private piano teacher as well as her gentle and kind and imaginative demeanor. We lived not far from her on Temple Road until I was 13 or 14. I took piano lessons from another teacher but came upon Miss Hastings when I walked to town on errands for my mother one winter day. She was using a tiny square iron garden spade in an attempt to shovel snow from her front walkway. I offered to help her and we worked for about ten minutes. She finally declared. “Never mind this. Let’s go inside and play some duets!” Surprised at her willingness to abandon such a necessary and practical task, I nevertheless agreed. She whipped out a duet book as we went at it for quite awhile, playing away. I eventually had to leave to complete my errands before it got dark outside but I’ll always be grateful to her for treating me, a kid, as a fellow musician.