Dorothy Quincy Homestead - History

History

The original property covered approximately 200 acres (81 ha) extending from its present location to Quincy Bay and included the Dorothy Quincy House (1686), the Josiah Quincy House (1770), and the Josiah Quincy Mansion (1848). The Josiah Quincy Mansion, located on the property purchased by the Eastern Nazarene College in 1919, was torn down in 1969.

The Quincy family was one of the leading families of Massachusetts in from the 17th century to the 19th century. Descendants included several prominent Edmund Quincys and Josiah Quincys, and John Quincy Adams by virtue of his mother Abigail. They settled in what is now Quincy in the 1630s. The present Homestead was built starting by Edmund Quincy II. It became a meeting place for many patriots such as John Adams, Colonel John Quincy, and John Hancock. Furthermore, it was the childhood home of the first First Lady of Massachusetts, Dorothy Quincy Hancock Scott, wife of John Hancock.

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