I was born and raised in Quincy. My parents home was the last one on the street next to the Quarries. I learned to swim and dive there. Now most are filled in (for safety) But you can visit the old stone cutting sheds and see the high granite quarry walls. The biggest one the "railway Quarry" still has my name painted on the wall from 1962. There is a first class golf course and a very good restaurant at the highest point with fantastic views of Boston and Quincy Bay.
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