January 1, 2006
    Hopedale History
    No. 51
    Centennial Speech

    Thanks to Giancarlo BonTempo for sending me a Hopedale related story he came across. It was
    about a donation from Helen Draper, daughter of George Albert and Jessie Preston Draper, to Beria
    College in Kentucky. Here’s what the college website has to say about it.

    Mrs. Helen Draper Ayer of Massachusetts and later of California created a trust fund, The Draper
    Foundation, in memory of her Kentucky-born mother, Mrs. Jessie Preston Draper. She gave Berea
    $200,000 from this fund with the stipulation the money should be used to aid in educating students
    from Appalachia. Other gifts, including $50,000 given in memory of Henry C. Munger by his sister,
    brought the total to $340,000, with which this colonial-style structure was built in 1938 (modeled
    after Independence Hall in Philadelphia).

    It contains 24 classrooms and offices for teachers, reading rooms, campus ministry and the audio-
    visual aids department. A large projection room and a complete, electronically equipped language
    laboratory also are located at Draper. In June 2000, renovation began on the Draper Building tower
    for the installation of a 56-bell Carillon. The carillon is an instrument consisting of bells that can be
    played like a piano or organ. The musical instrument weighs 11 tons. The Berea College Carillon is
    the largest in Kentucky


    I recently came across a speech given by Dick Moore at the time of the Hopedale centennial. It
    includes memories that will be familiar to some of you. Since it’s about 1700 words long, I’ve put just
    a bit of it here.

    .        Hopedale’s Centennial Year - A Time to Remember, A Time for Hope

                                           An Address by Representative Richard T. Moore
                           To the Hopedale Union Evangelical Church Men’s Brotherhood
                                                              Communion Breakfast

                                                                    March 22, 1986
    It seems like only yesterday…

    When Harold Hill and his Worcester Brass Band held concerts on Wednesday nights, and you could
    get a steamed hot dog for a quarter and popcorn from a Legionaire for a dime, and at a few minutes
    before 10 p.m. the band would strike up the National Anthem.

    When you could go to the town hall second floor auditorium to see the Blue Raiders basketball
    team, a high school play, or the Men’s Brotherhood minstrel show, and buy homemade fudge in the
    auditorium at all of these.

    When senior classes at Hopedale High held paper drives to earn money for that April trip to our
    nation’s capital, and excitedly planned for their outdoor graduation on the majestic front steps of the
    Community House.

    When there were Saturday afternoon movies for the kids at the Community House; and when that
    same shop bell that called their fathers to work at 7 a.m. and 1 p.m. at Draper Corporation,
    reminded the kids to be home and off the streets by 9 p.m.

    Or when Memorial Day parades seemed to include half of Hopedale while the rest of the town came
    out to watch; or when most of the town’s fathers and sons went to that big green wooden stadium at
    Draper Field to watch the best baseball outside of the pros in the old Blackstone Valley League.

    Yes…it seems like only yesterday.

    We all share memories of events, of buildings, of neighbors and loved ones so much a part of
    Hopedale and its special character, And in this, our town’s centennial year, events are planned to
    help us recall our heritage, and we can all remember…

    Of course, there’s no one in this audience who was part of that hope filled company of thirty-two men
    and women who moved into the old Jones place in the Dale in 1841 to establish “Fraternal
    Community, No. 1.” None of us ever knew Reverend Adin Ballou, that man of commanding
    presence, great intellectual ability, and a character above reproach, who the author of that classic,
    War and Peace, Count Leo Tolstoy called “The best writer that America has produced.”

    None of us ever knew those founders of the new town of Hopedale, led by George Draper and
    including my own great-uncle, Samuel Andrew, who, as constable, posted the warrant for that first
    town meeting. And it’s not likely that anyone here knew such luminaries as William F. Draper, Civil
    War general, congressman, and Ambassador to Italy or his brother, Eben S. Draper, Governor of the
    Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

    But there were many we did know. After all, it seemed in Hopedale that you knew everybody and they
    knew you. Maybe it was Sam Kellogg or Tom Malloy or Chet Sanborn – You’d get to know them pretty
    fast if you were the mischievous type. Or maybe a Lucy Day, or Robert Bramhall, or Annie Slaney or
    Sewall Drisko, or Coach Carl Miner. Perhaps it was a Reverend Tegarden or Simpson or a Father
    Connellan or Pitroff.

    And we all were the better for having been touched by one or more of these people who genuinely
    cared about us and our town.

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