Records give a date of 1833 to the house at 797 Longmeadow Street in Longmeadow. The Georgian-style house, said to have been built by Justin Colton for his father, Asa Colton, is most likely older. In 1921, it was acquired and renovated by George and Margaret Adams and from 1940 to 1958, the house served as a tea room known as “The Old House on the Green.” The front porch has since been enclosed.
The Italianate-style former parsonage of Longmeadow’s Congregational Church was built in 1857 on the site where the home of the town’s first minister, Rev. Stephen Williams, once stood. Ministers resided in the house until 1917 and it was then used for church school classes and as housing for church caretakers. The building was moved to its current site on Longmeadow Street in 1921 to make way for the construction of Longmeadow’s Community House.
Ebenezer Bliss built his house in Longmeadow in 1720, the year after his marriage to Sarah Colton. It was next owned by his son, Ebeneezer, and then by his grandson, Gad Bliss. The house was much expanded in the mid-nineteenth century, with the newer rooms being in the front, facing Longmeadow Green.
Elihu Colton was a Yale educated lawyer who had served as a soldier in the Revolutionary War. He was a delegate to the Massachusetts Convention of 1788, which ratified the U.S. Constitution. His house in Longmeadow was built in 1765, possibly for Henry or Jacob Colton. It is known as the Jacob Colton House. Two gravestones were discovered along the south property line in the 1960s, one marked “N. C.” and the other “Ebeneezer Colton.”
The Old Pease House in Longmeadow is usually listed in records with a date of 1830, but was actually built much earlier. It’s first owner was Skinner Coomes, who was mentioned by Dr. Frederick Colton in his Address, delivered on October 17, 1883, at the centennial celebration of the incorporation of Longmeadow. According to Dr. Colton:
Glancing over to where the Goss house used to stand, opposite the station, upon the river bank, my heart beats quicker; for I recall how, one April day thirty-six years ago, a little fellow with pockets bulging with base balls and hands clutching tightly his cap lest it be lost, struggled hopelessly in the swollen river, until a brave man of the town periled his own life and saved mine. I would that he, the old parish sexton, Mr. Skinner Coomes, were alive, that he might know how gratefully I still cherish the memory of his heroic deed.
Skinner Coomes’s daughter married a Pease, from whom the house gets its name. At some point, the original first floor was raised up to become the second floor and a new first floor was constructed above.