One of the oddest recollections I have is their dialect was much different than the surrounding communities and very similar to the Irish brogue. We natives Newburyporters, in checking out our history, discovered that many of our forefathers once inhabited that area, so I guess, if the truth were known, most of us would be “over homers.”
An example of the closeness Seabrook natives had was when I drove a bakery truck after WWII and was asked to open up Seabrook stores selling my products. The first stop I made was owned by an Eaton. I introduced myself, and Mr. Eaton wanted to know if I was related to Fred Ayers, my father. Saying yes, he told me what a great father I had, and allowed me to display my products. Going to the next store, and the rest of them, all the owners knew my name and consented to display my products. Yes, these native Seabrookers were a very tight-knit group, and the word got around very fast in Seabrook.
Yup, one more story. I had a sea captain from Galveston, Texas, visit my home years ago, and I introduced him to Wendall Janvrin, a real native ‘Brooker. They conversed for a good five minutes, and, due to their dialects, neither of them knew what the other was saying, including yours truly, but I got such a kick out of the meeting, I never forgot the story.
Yes, you know Seabrook residents. Remember that you are living in an area that is part of our heritage, and many a wonderful family was created in a place called Seabrook. Although many of these families are long gone, there are a few of us left that remember, and in doing so, are honored and grateful we knew them.
Ralph Ayers of Newburyport calls himself a local yokel.