Kate Sanborn has shared with us, her humor, wit and her story of Breezy Meadows. She has left a legacy and there is no question that she truly loved and enjoyed her farm properties, and today, one cannot help but realize that we have perhaps inherited some of her prosperity. The two farms have become religious sites where many gather daily looking for peace and consolation as Miss Sanborn once did, and it is no wonder that the Indians named the Medway property, “the land of the holy face.”
Some older inhabitants have always called Miss Sanborn’s Breezy Meadows a “mecca;” “a place that people with certain interests are eager to visit,” and, since that time, after many years of neglect, this place is once again being known as a mecca. In 1993, beneath the ground at the entrance to Breezy Meadows in Medway, a stone bearing an image was uncovered by a visionary from Venezuela who is calling this likeness, “the face of Jesus.”
Through the years, lots of stories have evolved around the property of Breezy Meadows. Some felt the old farmhouse was haunted, as mentioned earlier; others sensed demons on the property, and still others have said they always felt a presence of some sort after entering the wooded area. Perhaps Miss Sanborn knew something about her Breezy Meadows that many are still trying to discover. Undoubtedly, there was or is a “presence” there because Miss Sanborn found nothing but happiness and contentment at her farm and today visitors are feeling that same sensation and are searching for a certain holiness on the same ground.
Still a mystery is the “Lodge,” built by Miss Sanborn, and located at the far end of the property where embedded within its walls is a stone face, the significance of which cannot be explained.
Whatever the case may be, the old farm, now empty and somewhat forbidding, and the meadows, Miss Sanborn often referred to, now surrounded by an overgrown forest, are quiet and desolate, lacking the life they once knew. The well-kept roads intertwining through the property that were once enjoyed by Miss Sanborn while riding in her horse and carriage, are now filled with roots and muddy ruts.
Breezy Meadows has lost its life and its name after the many years of neglect and abandonment. The home that Miss Sanborn ambitiously up-dated in the summer of
The local Indigenous people of that area—the Nipmuc tribe—spoke an Algonquian language. Their place names were entirely descriptive of the natural geography, such as Wenakeening (which means “pleasant pleasant place” or “good land”),


