I went to Swampscott View today! I'm sure it looks a little different in the summer, it was very lush. I didn't go all the way into it because honestly I did a crappy parking job and the neighbors were very nosy (that's actually pretty notable IMO). It was a little difficult to navigate the trail. Lots of branches and plants. I could see a large grassy area beyond where i was standing. It reminded me so much of the place my friends and I would hang out when i was a young teenager.
I can't get the pictures to upload right now, but I'll figure out a way.
Anyways, I entered the trail through Suffolk Ave. It's extremely residential (think of the neighborhoods in Hocus Pocus) with lots of people currently outside since it's summer. I pulled over and parked, and immediately a woman on a bicycle rang her bell and waved at me. I went into the trail for just a few minutes. There was more to go but being alone and noticed by neighbors, I didn't want to hang around for too long. I could see what looked like a bench further in. It was surprisingly secluded, especially deeper, but not from noise. It doesn't look like it gets much use anymore. When I left the trail, the woman who waved at me asked me if I had been looking for a lost dog. I said luckily I hadn't lost a dog, I had heard it used to be a popular hangout and was just curious. It seems like the type of neighborhood where people notice anything suspicious, so I'm surprised nobody did for Henry's murder.
Just in case anyone isn't familiar with the nuance, waving at a stranger in your neighborhood here is like a southerner telling someone, "Bless your heart." It seems nice but it actually means I see you, you don't belong here, you're suspicious, you're threatening, i'm watching you, get out.
Let me try to upload the pictures. Apologies in advance, im not a photographer.
I think my next step is going to be looking for info from the library and possibly the high school library or athletic department. I'm also going to try to make contact with an old friend whose dad almost went MLB, I think he grew up in Swampscott and might be the right age. You never know when poking and prodding might shake something loose!