Town Crier

Thanksgiving always brings on some “turkey shoots,” usually held by sporting clubs. Nowa­days, the event is usually a session of target shooting, with frozen turkeys given as prizes.

100 years ago, Henry Wilson Sargent (1873-1941) would run a turkey shoot every fall. For him, it was a money-making proposition. For hopeful shooters, it was a chance to bag a bird for Thanks­giving.

Sargent, who was known as “Henny Penny,” lived in the Darius Buck house, at the intersection of Wildwood and Woburn streets in Wilmington. He hated the nickname and would say, “My name is Henry Wilson Sargent, and don’t call me Henny Penny.” The reply would come back, “Sure, Henny.”

Henny Penny had a large log in a field, near where Wing Road is today. He would tether some turkeys behind the log and put down some grain or corn for the birds. Once a turkey had taken the corn, it would then have to raise its head to swallow.

Hitting the bird in that brief second was as tric­ky as a carnival game.

Henny Penny charged a penny a shot. Shooters could only use a .22 cal. rifle; no shotguns were allowed. It was not an easy shot. The small bullet, the small head and the momentary exposure offered the shooter slim odds.

He was a bicycle mech­anic, and was able to repair many things. He would charge a penny a minute, and would subtract any time spent talking when calculating his fee.

He was an exceptional craftsman. He made sev­eral whirligigs. One had Uncle Sam chopping wood. It sold at auction several years ago for $12,000. It has sold since, but for an undisclosed sum. Other items he made included a ship model and a knick-knack cabinet full of miniature tools.

Henry’s parents had separated and he was raised by two maiden aunts. It is said that he slept between them until adulthood. He was small of stature and was often bullied, which caused him to leave school. Nonetheless, he was of high intelligence, and had exceptional penmanship.

When he was nearly 50, he married Emma Mur­ray, who ran a store at Perry’s Corner, where Lucci’s is today. For several years, he had a Mo­del T Ford. In 1934, he bought a Willys coupe, which he kept in his barn on Wildwood Street. He and Emma would drive to church on Sundays, but if it was raining, they walked.

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