For some fascinating history of Hatfield sports from four decades ago, with lots of names you may recognize, check out this Guest Post. Both the first-place ribbon and the program bumper sticker have been added to our collection.

By Mike Ryan
Coach & Program Director, 1979-1989
 
I had been a youth soccer coach in Northampton for four years when Judy and I and our four children, Luke, Molly, Maggie and Bridie, moved to 8 School Street, Hatfield in 1977.  Having gone to St. Michael’s High School in Northampton, my varsity soccer team faced Smith Academy twice a year in soccer and lost, usually very badly, every time.  In 1962, for example, Falcon Captain Marty Wilkes scored six or seven goals on us and we lost 12-0.  Hence, I was surprised to discover there was no youth soccer program in Hatfield.  In 1979, I decided to start one.  My first order of business was to recruit Bill Burke.  We were close friends and had worked together as probation officers for several years.  He knew every person in Hatfield and could charm a hungry dog into sharing his bone. 
 
Bill’s son Bill was going into fourth grade and my son Luke was going into second so we decided on two leagues: 1st, 2nd and 3rd graders for the little kids’ league and 4th, 5th and 6th graders for the big kids’ league.  At that time, there were junior high school sports so there was no need for an older kid’s league.  Besides, as probation officers, we knew kids quit talking to adults at twelve or thirteen.  Who wants to coach kids who just grimace and rolls their eyes at everything you say? 

To read more and find out how Hatfield's coed underdog team won the Eaglebrook Junior Soccer Tournament in 1985, click HERE.

By George Vachula

A recent donation to the Hatfield Historical Museum by W. Michael and Judy Ryan includes several early 19th century documents relating to Hatfield and Whately residents. One of these is a letter from Austin Smith of Hatfield to Mr. Beaman Wait of Whately, West Part.

In this letter, dated August 6, 1856, Austin is concerned that one of his cows may have injured herself trying to get over a wall.  Since he has a trip planned to the Springs at Saratoga, he has sent his cow by boy, presumably from a summer pasture in Whately, to Mr. Wait’s farm. Austin asks that she be pastured with Mr. Wait’s steer and heifer and that he watch over the cow and do what is necessary for her. 

Even though in Hatfield Austin was considered a parsimonious neighbor, he was a shrewd investor in stocks and bonds and, as this letter shows, clearly cared for the well-being of his cow.
(Click HERE to read the text of his letter, find out who "Beaman" Wait likely was, and who they were both likely descended from.)

By Rob Wilson

One need not travel far in Hatfield to pass a location where some kind of alcoholic beverage was or is brewed, fermented, distilled, served, or sold.
 
I don’t have to walk a step. The Dickinson Inn, which opened in the early 19th century and burned to the ground in 1901, occupied the spot on Pantry Road where my house now sits. Hungry and thirsty stagecoach travelers would arrive here, perhaps raise a glass of good cheer with their dinner, stay the night, and continue on their journey the next morning.  

The history of Hatfield citizens producing, selling and consuming alcoholic beverages dates to well before the Dickinson Inn opened. In the process of examining life in Hatfield from its 1670 founding to the early 1900s, Daniel White Wells and Reuben Field Wells’ book, A History of Hatfield in Three Parts, documents the social customs of the townspeople, including drinking. Although the early settlers were a religious lot, they saw nothing immoral in raising a glass or mug of their favorite spirits. Many residents, Wells noted, made their own beer or liquor.

To continue reading, about unusual alcoholic drink customs in Hatfield -- some involving children and eggs -- and Hatfield's relationship with liquor until Prohibition, click HERE.

Guest Post by Rob Wilson
Hatfield Historical Society volunteer

Combat veterans will tell you there is nothing romantic about fighting in a war. But most would agree that wartime romances may begin when soldiers are away from the battlefield. And that romance in a time of war may blossom into marriage.
 
Take the cases of Jim Day and Peter Balise, whose WWI experiences were examined in Parts II and III of this series. Each of the Hatfield men met his bride-to-be while serving in the Army.

Guest Post by Rob Wilson
Hatfield Historical Society volunteer

By the fall of 1919, most of the 2.8 million U.S. servicemen stationed overseas had come back home and returned to civilian life or were soon to do so. Across the nation, main streets were bedecked with flags and buildings were strung with bunting, as towns and cities began staging elaborate events to welcome home their veterans. Hatfield staged its veterans’ homecoming program on Saturday, Oct. 11 and, from the Daily Hampshire Gazette’s coverage of the event, the town had spared neither the flags nor the bunting when it decorated its Main Street.

Residents gathered at 2 p.m. for the program, held at Memorial Grounds on Main Street. The Gazette’s reporter described the festivities as “a royal welcome home celebration at which the population turned out not only to the last man but also very nearly to the last woman and child, many of the latter in their mothers’ arms.” Fifty-three men and one woman among the 103 citizens who had answered the national call to serve were able to attend the ceremonies. Many of those unable to make it, some of whom were still serving in the military or had moved out of the area, sent regrets from far-away places.

To continue reading this post, click HERE.

Guest post by Rob Wilson
Hatfield Historical Society volunteer

When the officer leading the U.S. Army’s 9th Infantry Regiment’s Company L was killed in the Battle of Saint-Mihiel in mid-July, 1918, Lt. Jim Day was given a battlefield promotion to captain and put in command of the outfit. He now was responsible for leading men into combat. One of his best friends, promoted to the captain of another front-line company the same day, later was killed. Day reported that he wrote a condolence letter to the soldier’s family, not the last such letter he would compose during the war. 
 
The U.S. forces kept up pressure on the German lines that summer. The enemy was well entrenched and resolute. Battles were hard fought, casualties high and progress slow. In a Sept. 12 operation, Day wrote, the “whole horizon erupted in flames” when the U.S. artillery opened up on the enemy. When the barrage halted, at daybreak, he led Company L, as he put it, “over the top” of the trenches to attack German positions. The operation was a success and Day’s unit took many prisoners.

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Guest post by Rob Wilson
Hatfield Historical Society volunteer

James H. Day and Peter L. Balise grew up in Hatfield, joined the Army in 1917 after the United States entered the war, and were wounded fighting on the Western Front. Both men also wrote about their experiences in France. But it is thanks to the cooperation of the soldier’s descendants, who shared documents, photographs and artifacts with the Hatfield Historical Society and the Hatfield Historical Museum, that we are able to tell their stories here.

Each account delivers valuable insights into the men, the war they fought, the emotions they experienced and the challenges they and other troops faced on the front lines of World War I. Of the two soldiers’ writings, Day’s narrative—in the form of an unpublished war memoir written decades after the war and saved by his family—is much longer and more detailed. Balise’s story, conveyed in three letters that he wrote to family from France, examines his first months in France and the last days of the war. Those letters were published over 1918 in the Daily Hampshire Gazette. Additional articles in the Gazette and the Springfield Union provided additional information about both men.

To continue reading post, click HERE.

Guest post by Rob Wilson
Hatfield Historical Society volunteer

​​The British called it “The Great War.” It started in Central Europe, in the early summer of 1914. The fighting grew in intensity and spread into Africa and Asia, with France, Britain, Russia and their assorted allies opposing Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire. Under President Woodrow Wilson’s leadership, the United States remained neutral and Americans mostly went about their normal lives.
 
All that changed on April 6, 1917, when the United States entered the fray on the side of France and her allies. Here in Hatfield, routines were disrupted and lives changed as citizens braced for what newspapers now referred to as “The World War.” As town resident James H. Day, known to family and friends as "Jim," would observe in a memoir written years later, Americans suddenly realized that a war seeming “far away and little in our minds… was coming home to us.”

​Despite the fact that he had never considered military service, the 22-year-old senior at Massachusetts Agricultural College volunteered for the army six weeks later. Day trained over the summer in Plattsburg, NY, received a lieutenant’s commission and, in September, shipped out to France. The young officer served in the 9th Infantry Regiment, 2nd Infantry Division. By the time the war ended, 14 months later, he had been wounded in action, earned six combat decorations and climbed to the rank of major. 

To continue reading, click HERE.