“Tax collector” sounds like it has to do with numbers, but my job was all about people. Every year, I saw residents’ circumstances change: a new home with added bedrooms for more babies; grandparents moving in.

I remember my first password: “Welcome.” It’s what I always tried to do — make everyone feel welcome. Paying taxes can be challenging sometimes, and I became familiar with how life changes in an instant. People get sick or lose a job. I was able to share in the many joys of the Chester community and also provide what advice I could in difficult times.

Sometimes I would help residents work out how to pay and catch up. They would tease me about my reminders — pay at the beginning of the month so you don’t miss a single payment and get charged interest! Or put as much money down as possible.

Being the tax collector was like opening a book of Chester stories. I loved talking to all the people in town and hearing about the past. I recently attended a concert at the Meeting House, and it brought back many memories.

My job meant so much to me, and I regret not having the chance to say goodbye. I had a stroke on May 15 and was unable to return to my job at 100%, so I retired a year earlier than I planned. I’ve made progress since then and would like to express my deepest thanks to my family, friends, doctors, caregivers, and the many other supporters I’m so blessed to have. Thank you for so many rewarding years. I look forward to connecting with you all as I write the new chapter of my own life. Stay well stay safe.

Madaline Meyer

Chester