So these adventures are four months apart? I still want to remember, and to share, and hopefully provide you with some ideas for future fun. Let me begin with the past week, and go back. Only lived in New Hampshire for sixteen years, and never been on the Green Mountain Railroad. It was time, looking at the remaining fall schedule, and my schedule, it had to be now. A GREAT TRIP followed for an almost three hours from Chester, Vermont to Summit and back. I told you about Summit and the original rail line back in July. I booked the 10 AM train, and BLUE BELLE and I arrived at the Chester Depot at 9:20 for the 9:30 boarding.

Looking back across Route 103 is Lisai’s Market established in Bellows Falls in 1926 (I enjoy shopping in the Bellows Falls store). But why show you this view? In 1963 I shopped here (different ownership them). I was “shunpiking” in my 1929 Model A Ford roadster from Connecticut, and needed some cans to heat for dinner while camping.

This “iron horse” was ready with a large number of carriages. Since the return trip was reversing direction, there was a locomotive at each end to lead the way and pull.

It was time to board. For some reason I thought I would have the train to myself – ha. Forgot it was leaf peeping, hoards of folks, and tour buses pulling up for boarding also.

We “general passengers” were shown to these beautiful Budd cars, while the bus groups were in some older style coaches. Quickly seeing my options, I staked out this comfortable spot in the bar/food service car. I had two chairs and a table to myself – special for a sold out train.

Here are the interiors of the other cars in the consist.

And the whistle blew, and off we excitedly went. The trip for the most part was following the “backside” of Vermont Route 103. So much fun to get a different perspective. There was one section of backwoods along dirt roads to Cavendish I was not familiar with. Looking at my road map and seeing the train tracks I have some new shunpiking to do to “fill in the map.”

We passed this old Talc plant (closed in the 1970s) in Gassetts, now abandoned, but later on passed a new one. The Vermont Rail System carries freight through out the state, and connects with other lines. There are over 230 miles of tracks it leases from the State, and about 150 employees operate the freight trains. The Green Mountain Railroad is the tourist passenger subsidiary, and has 9 employees. The railroad is a third generation privately run system. Nicole, the grand-daughter of the founder, sat with me and the couple across from me for awhile. She told us so much, and I asked so much. The family, and company history she wrote – click this link to read.

Coming into Ludlow, the station is actually up a hillside away from Route 103 and the business area. Nicole hopes that someday the State will restore the station, and it can be used for Okemo ski trains. Vail Resorts has recently purchased Okemo in a $82 million deal.

On the right of way of the old Rutland Railroad, the tracks were originally laid in 1848-49. Milk trains daily made trips to New York and Boston, even stopping at Cold River Station in Walpole. Until about 1953 the Green Mountain Sleeper would travel this route from Boston to Montreal. Following World War II, train travel and shipping waned in favor of cars and trucks. Eventually strikes closed the Vermont railroads and lines, and the track and right of ways became property of the State.

At a spot in Summit – Mount Holly – we stopped, the engineer walked through the train to the engine headed back towards Chester. I offered to help him, but he said, “no problem, downhill all the way, I just have to release the brakes.” At Summit we were at about 1511 feet elevation, so the coast back to Chester at about 500 feet was easy.

If you ever travel Route 100 from Weston to Ludlow you travel under a fantastic trestle just before the junction with 103. What a treat to now be on the trestle.

and, from the center of the trestle looking north to “downtown” Ludlow.

Do you remember my first “shunpiking” post from Crows Bakery and Cafe in Proctorsville in April 2011? Here is Crows from the train while crossing the road heading towards Cavendish.

and the trackside of the Gassetts stations – looks more like a freight station (similar to what was at the Cold River Station)

and, sadly all good things do come to an end, but memories linger, and new adventures come along.

I am so glad I went – foliage was not peak (it was when I was back in the area with Gary and Alex on the weekend) but I loved seeing the “backside” of a familiar route as I said earlier. AND, Nicole told me that this is the last year the Foliage Tour will head in this direction. From now on, the train will go from Chester to Bellows Falls as it had previously (before floods destroyed track – now repaired) and pass two covered bridges and travel through a gorge. I should have booked my 2019 trip.

So, now let me re-ride the rails that I rode in North Conway June 14th. I did a two night sojourn 13-15 June with the the focus being the Conway Scenic Railway leaving North Conway and going to Crawford’s Notch. Back roads, of course, on the way across state. I stopped first at this Calef’s Country Store in Barrington for lunch – worth a trip and a stop.



When did you last see a phone booth, or a pay phone on a poll? Long time ago, right? Well, I captured this view for you, albeit without the phone itself. You can still stand there and use your cell and pretend. Now a second reason to make a trip to Calef’s.



Passing through Union – how perfect a stop on the way to a train adventure.

lots of photo ops there – here are just two

I arrived in North Conway at my home for the next two nights – the Cranmore Inn, operating since 1863, in the shadow of Mt. Cranmore Ski Resort.

Yes, just perfect with rocking chairs on the porch

and I was “upgraded” to a lovely spacious room, but as you know I love to spend my time in the common areas – not bad here.

I then walked back to “town” and the common and train station to “scope out” the next day’s adventure getting the “lay of the land and tracks.”

going back to town, you know I love 19th century country or general stores. Here are some classic interior views.

and a classic and perfect sign

For this first evening there I decided to cross the border to Fryeburg, Maine for dinner at the Oxford House Inn.

a great evening meal on the porch

The next morning, I was ready for a day and lunch on the rails, and walked over to the station.

I booked a seat in the observation dome – if you are going to do it – do it right, for something different, and a higher view.

I shared similar images when I traveled across Canada by Via Rail Canada, but here is how you get up to the observation dome

and, in the dome itself

and we were off following the river and up into the Notch. Here is the classic scene on the Saco River

almost the same view as the painting I saw in June at the New Hampshire Historical Society –  “A View on the Saco” by Godfrey N. Frankenstein done in 1847.

Some views around the train

It was an overcast day, and upon arrival in Crawford Notch, a light rain greeted us.

and looking back towards from where we came

and, arriving back in North Conway looking east toward the Mt. Cranmore Ski Resort

and, a look inside the train station “pulse” not much changed from day one.

I am glad I took the trip, got to again see the “backside” to the road up to the notch, but I must confess the scenery is hidden by the trees surrounding the tracks, and “nothing to write home about.” It was the beginning of the season, and the dining car staff and food also was nothing exciting, and somehow eating on formica table tops is not my forte, particularly since I have had fine china and linen on Via Rail Canada – you get to expect a certain norm.

Dinner for my second night in North Conway was an easy decision. Cathy and I had stayed a couple times at the Eagle Mountain House in Jackson – I had to visit again. Heading north, and past Story Land, a right turn comes through this classic Covered Bridge (it was hit and damaged a month after my trip through).

The road up the hill follows a scenic stream with many water falls.

and, you arrive at The Eagle Mountain House – a classic old Victorian mountain hotel.

of course, another “rocking chair study”

and some views inside (remember you can open my galleries for larger views)

Heading back home, my plan was to cross the state on The Kancamagus Highway. Its 34 miles was completed in 1959, but not completely paved until 1964. Closed in winters until 1968 when it was plowed for the first time. I do not recall driving through with Cathy, but I did tour most if not all of this route in 1962 or 63 in my 1929 Model A Ford Roadster, making it all the way up from Wilton, Connecticut. You can click on the map below for a larger view.


Heading west from North Conway I first stopped at the visitor center, and the Ranger suggested stops. There is wonderful scenery along this route and interesting history about early life in the area that you should take in. Life was a struggle in the mountains, and still is as you can see the trees to the right working to “hang-on.”



I first explored the area around the Albany Covered Bridge.

During the Depression years of the 1930s, before the road went all the way through, the road was relocated by the Civilian Conservation Corps, and Lower Falls developed as a roadside attraction. There are trails, picnic areas and observation locations.

Rocky Gorge has been visited since Civil War days. Trains shortened to 4 hours what was a three day stage trip to bring tourists to Conway. Then by carriage and coach they would be brought to this scenic area.

Continuing on a trail up from Rocky Gorge you come to bucolic Falls Pond.

All that remains of the thriving farming village, Passaconaway is this historic home. Open for tours, I was there the wrong day. Also there are other events held in this area.

If I had gotten to this post in a timely fashion, I could have shared more tidbits of history and facts learned along this route, but at least I am now giving you a flavor. If in the area, do take the time to travel along and enjoy The Kancamagus Highway.

I then cut down the western part of the state – back roads – and home. If you like trains, hurry to The Green Mountain Railroad, and you do not have to hurry to the Conway Scenic Railroad, except to tour the station and see the locomotives and cars in the rail yard there.

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I feel so blessed, and I thank Him several times a day. And, I am blessed because I am where I am thanks to the thirteen years I had with Cathy – I thank her also every day. I am one of those fortunate people who can do what I want to do, when I want to, and as a result I have “too much fun” – there must be a law against that. My desires are not extravagant, there are no needs, only wants, and I want to live a full life, learn, share what I learn, and enjoy each day to the fullest. Hopefully you enjoy my need to share. Today was just such a day.

You may recall that in January I finally became a member of Historic Deerfield – only been driving through since 1963 – in my 1929 Model A Ford Roadster – and this fantastic spot is less than an hour from home. And, I still owe you my report of the week long program I attended there in July – THE RIVER, DRIFTING CONTINENTS, DINOSAURS, AND A GLACIAL LAKE – I will never look at rock cuts on a highway the same way again. Thursday I got an email reminder to members for this weekend’s events. Remember I got “hooked” on tin-smithing two weeks ago at Sturbridge? – today was “Historic Trade Demonstration – Tin-Smithing with Bill McMillen.” Ironically, I had spent a great deal of time this week researching ways I can learn tin-smithing. More on that along the way.

BLUE BELLE and I left sometime after 9AM, and due to usual fog in the Connecticut River Valley, to be safe we headed south on US Route 5, arriving at Historic Deerfield about twenty to eleven. The demonstration was to be in the Hall Tavern section (on the left in the image below) of the Visitor’s Center.

The greeter at the Visitor Center looked familiar, ends up he and his wife were in my July Program. I showed my membership card, got my wrist-band, and headed through the Tavern room to the side room demonstration.

I spent over two hours chatting with Bill McMillen, the pre-eminent tin-smith in the US, his wife Judy, and friend Steve (who recently reconstructed the sills for the Bradley law office across the river, and will help me solve my chimney mystery).

This week I was googling, and googling classes on tin-smithing. I found a Road Scholar program in October, but it follows a program I am attending in Pittsburgh, and conflicts with my CLARION schedule. bummer. Then I discovered Eastfield Village in East Nassau, NY. WOW is all I can say about the Colonial classes there. Last weekend when I was in Peru and Ludlow was Eastfield Village’s only open day for the year. And, in August Bill presented tin-smithing classes (along with the Williamsburg tin-smith, who I also met today). Again, I was too late – but not really since these events were not on my “radar” of interest as yet. I decided I need to learn more about Eastfield Village – apparently a “privately established” and unknown Sturbridge Village.

Here is Bill cutting some tin.

and, working away. In the rear is his wife, Judy, and friend Steve, who restores Colonial structures.

I chatted and chatted with Judy and Steve. They told me so much about Eastfield Village, which they are intimately involved with, and the Early American Industries Association. – now on my list to join. And, I hope in some way I may be able to get involved with their efforts to preserve and share Eastfield Village.

Bill was working away, explaining tin-smithing to others. Here he is “raising” the top for a coffee or tea pot.

Underway in the next room back was an open hearth cooking demonstration with pumpkin recipes. Of course, two weeks ago I spent about 6 hours with open-hearth cooking.

You cannot do justice to Historic Deerfield in a day, particularly when there are special events taking place. I am so glad that I am a member, and close by – I am under no pressure to “do it all,” only “under pressure” to get back often. I stopped, for the first time, at the Apprentice’s Workshop at the Dwight House, and listened to the potter at work.

Then I headed down to the Silver & Metalware Collection hoping to see tinware, but it was an impressive silver collection (I have always had the book on the Flynt – the husband and wife founders of Historic Deerfield – silver). I was in time for the tour, and glad I was. The building behind is the History Workshop – I was there, and had to see that too. A nice facility for families to experience living history, but wait, “you look familiar” – “you do too,” she replied. It was Faith who was one of the guides during my July program (oh, I forgot to say I saw and chatted with Julie Orvis at the “lunch wagon.” She is the Coordinator of Special Events, and was in charge of the July Program). Faith then toured me and others to the broom shop, and showed us broom making.

A major broom making center was just down the road in Hadley, Massachusetts. Faith explained the history, and I recall reading about the inventor of broom machinery there, and the special broom corn that was developed. So much to learn ! Here are some views in the shop.

When something “speaks to me” I have to buy it. This mug/tankard spoke to me, Bill had made it only weeks ago, and I wanted it, and bought it – $15. Asking him about it he said it was patterned after the French and Indian War period, but the size and shape was dictated by the size of the imported English tin sheet. He showed me how two such pint size tankards were cut from one sheet to be fabricated. Here is my “new treasure.”

Did I tell you I had a great time today? Leaving Historic Deerfield I made two stops at antique centers, and true to “Ray fashion” bought six books, that once sold more than pay for today’s fun. From US 5 and Route 10 I cut over to Turners Falls, then Route 2 East to get Route 63 North, connecting with Route 63 in New Hampshire. This now will be my preferred route when in BB1 or BB2 to Old Deerfield. In bad weather I will defer to the “new car” on I-91.

RAY RECOMMENDS – Become a member at Historic Deerfield, and visit often to immerse yourself in all the experiences and learning Historic Deerfield has to offer.

As always, thank you for reading through, love, RAY – Shunpiker, Bookseller, Publisher, Printer, and maybe Tin-Smith?

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Yes, I like alliteration. Anyway, I have had in front of me for awhile two newspaper ad clippings for Vermont events today – PERU FAIR and the 20th ANNUAL AUTUMN ROUND-UP in Ludlow (I had seen this advertised at the Dublin Engine Show). BLUE BELLE and I were on the road before 9 for Peru (Vermont that is). Parking was at Bromley  Ski Resort (45 miles from home) with a free shuttle bus back to Peru. Peru is just off Route 11, and I highly recommend you swing in to see this bucolic small village and village green.

there were over 100 vendors – basically crafts (not my thing) along the small Main Street and around the common. Here is a view from the south end of Main Street looking north.

the 9:45 parade was delayed, so I did get to see the 4 or 5 participants that were entered. Here are two:

The roasting for the Pig Roast was underway, but I was hours early to partake.

It was fun, it was country Vermont, and at one home on Main Street there was a “Gourmet Yard Sale.” You know I love candles and candle holders, but I am also attracted to boxes. Some interesting things, but I zeroed in on this canvas covered, brass tacks, copper or brass fittings, maybe a stage coach chest for gold bullion? Could not believe the price – they forced me to buy it – $10 – just look at the patina. I left it on the porch until I was ready to catch the bus back to Bromley. Hey, another rocking chair study as a bonus.

the first spot at home this small chest gravitated to, and it may stay there.

Packing my new box (maybe a chest for the foot of a bed?) into BB2, we headed east on Route 11 and turned left on a backroad to Landgrove. RAY RECOMMENDS, no RAY INSISTS that you visit the tiny bucolic and perfect Landgrove, Vermont, and head out past the Landgrove Inn.  It is a dirt — and, the best dirt road around, better than many (or most) of the tarred or macadam backroads I encounter. Passing the Inn, Weston Road becomes Landgrove Road (unmarked probably) and eventually after passing fantastic views and architecture you come down the hill onto the Common in Weston.

Once in Weston I took VT 100 north into Ludlow, right on Route 103 to find the left turn on Commonwealth Avenue. Up, up the hills, finally dirt, and Commonwealth became Barker Road. As I approached Barker Farm “in the scenic hills of Ludlow, Vermont” as the ad read, I was enveloped in one of the largest sprawling construction projects I have seen. More at the end.

At the Dublin show, I saw a notice for this event, and also clipped a newspaper ad for the 20th Annual Autumn Round-Up: Antique Tractor & Machinery Show. You will not find a website or much information. This is a small gas engine and farm show, and is hosted on the farm of Dan Moore, featuring his collections around the property. Here is a look as I entered this event. I will again attend.

I walked down the hill from the fields where I parked BLUE BELLE (for free as an “exhibitor” – “do you mind if people look at your car,” the lady asked at the entrance. “No,” my easy reply.  And, the $5 saved paid for my hamburger for lunch). Under the trees was this 1923 Model T Touring – ORIGINAL – I love original. It was bought used by the Barker family in 1925, and been on the farm since. I am betting Dan Moore married a Barker.

My Dad had me first behind the wheel of his 1919 Model T Touring on US Route 7 in Wilton – prior to legal driving age. On the front seat of Dan’s T is a box of Ford Briquets (writing on the opposite side) for a roadside picnic. My Dad had a similar box or two. On the back floor was an original hand tire pump with the Ford Script, and some license plates. A 1937 Vermont plate still hung on the rear. If you would like lessons on how to drive a Model T, buy me one and bring it over.

This rig was at Dublin earlier in the month. I found out it is Dan Moore’s.

and, now close-ups of cutting and shaping and packing the shingles (above you can see them in the forming unit)

here is another gallery that you can open for larger size images of equipment I had not seen before. I really enjoy trying to figure out how all the mechanisms work.

This Cordwood Saw was made almost in my backyard across the river. It is an 1909 Abenaque Gas Engine.

I studied the arrangement for awhile, and realized that the wood was placed on the platform bed that would then be pushed forward on the rails and into the saw blade. How many arms were also “corded?”

Here is the first of two short videos at this meet for you – first haying and a panorama.




Pressing cider by hand. The yellow jackets were enjoying the shavings in the wheelbarrow, and I was served a glass of apple juice pressed probably within the hour – yes, good.



and, another unique use of a hit ‘n miss engine that I had to share – probably could be used with a baby cradle also.

As I mentioned before, this gas engine, tractor and farm event is small, probably a small club, and hosted by Dan Moore to be able to share his massive collection. Isn’t that one of the reasons we collect things, to share? Here is a gallery to open up of some more of his collections around this main area. I felt like I was right in the middle of an AMERICAN PICKERS filming set for The History Channel.

I mentioned earlier that as I approached the farm I was surrounded by a massive project. Hopefully you can see part of it in this panorama from the parking field on the other side of the road (you can click for full screen).

Obviously a solar field. While eating my hamburger on a bench I listened to several visitor’s conversations about it – questioning the sensibility. And earlier I chatted with a couple who said that with taxes so high in Ludlow, and farming no longer profitable that Dan had to do something to “save the farm.” Playing with google he also has SCCA (Sports Car Club of America) races on the property. That couple said the lease was for 20 years, and if not renewed,  all of the facilities must be removed, and the land restored.

Leaving the event I found Barker Road terminates at a massive power transmission sub-station and high-wire towers and lines. In reading articles on line, I found that this is the Coolidge Solar Project for a 20-megawatt array that will include approximately 83,000 solar panels.The project is using 88.5 acres of a the 155-acre farm. In the next 20 years $15 million in labor income and more than $25 million in gross domestic profit will be generated for Vermont. Also, the array is supposed to increase state and local tax income by nearly $4 million. “During construction, which is projected to last six months, the project will employ about 80 people, according to state documents. “Four full-time permanent positions are expected thereafter.”  One article reported the project is, “four times larger than any other Vermont solar installation.” The power generated is heading to Connecticut if I read correctly. So, google the Coolidge Solar Project, and see what you can learn about “my find.” Learning keeps us young, I believe. Also travel over the hills between Ludlow and Proctorsville – see this facility, and just keep exploring.

As always, be safe shunpiking, yours, RAY

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There are some adventures that are so rare, uncommon and unique that you just have to do them. And when it also covers an interest you have for adventure or learning, so much the better. And, that is what I did – I signed up for BOARDING WITH THE BIXBYS at Old Sturbridge Village – OSV.

You may recall that last year I got back for the first time in about nine years for a full day at Old Sturbridge Village in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, and also attended the SLEEPY HOLLOW EXPERIENCE. You know I “vote with my dollars” and became a member during that visit. I returned in December for CHRISTMAS BY CANDLELIGHT in the Village. Do visit both of my links above.

I tried to go to this experience in the Spring, but the session I choose was cancelled. The program is designed for six participants, and as I learned, three are needed. Laura, her daughter, coming from State College, Pennsylvania, and I were the only three signed up – and thanked each other for doing so. Meeting at the visitor center, our interpreters, Ruth and Susan, met us and took us to costuming to be outfitted for 1838. OSV, as a living history museum, unlike others, focuses on one time period – 1838. A fantastic approach, and made even more special by the interpreters on the grounds. This is a working town and surrounding farm side, and mill area. In my previous visits I realized everyone was a family, and that only happens when management does its job in treating people well, training, and just comradeship. Following costuming we headed to our home for the next 22 hours – the Bixby House.

We received a brief introduction to the house, made our beds (which have straw and down mattresses). I really did not understand the fact that the afternoon would be spent with a craft. I choose the Tin Shop, and expected to just observe as the tinsmiths worked and chatted with visitors. Was I wrong, I was put to work making sconces. And, then I was overwhelmed to learned that the two sconces I made I was getting to keep (see images at end).

Ray in costume, ready to work in the Tin Shop behind.

Here is the interior of the Tin Shop – taken the next day (remember, no cameras in 1838, so when the museum was open, as participants no photography). Phil has been with OSV almost 40 years. In conversations I learned many people have “worked” here for decades.

Phil inside the Tin Shop at OSV

Completing my two hour apprenticeship at 4, it was time to head home to prepare dinner – a four hour hearth-side process. Zack joined us, and began preparing the meat. I prepared the rub, and coated the roast.

As an appetizer, Laura prepared Pounded Cheese with Common Crackers. She grated two cheeses, and then rubbed together with butter using a mortar. Sherry was added for that extra touch (I have all the recipes for the event, just email and ask).

Pounded Cheese – ready to eat – well, after some work.

Ruth got the oven going to bring up the temperature for baking the bread and pies (not desert pies – part of the meal itself).

I was put to work (after finishing the rub) to coining vegetables. One new thing/term I learned.

Zack got the roast going. Skewers through two ends, string attached, and we constantly made sure it was spinning for even cooking. Often then the meat would be shifted to the other skewer.

Mulled cider? Of course, and once the spices were dropped in, a hot poker was inserted to boil and caramelize them.

Laura’s lovely 13 year old daughter did a fabulous job making the bread and dressing the pies.

With the fire in the oven bringing the bricks up to temperature, Ruth scraped out the coals. Then, with her experience, she checked to see if the temperature was correct. It was, she could only hold her hand in the oven for 12 seconds.

while things were cooking, we went up to the Freeman Farm to feed the chickens, and the scraps to the pigs.

Every question I asked, I got great detailed answers. I asked Zack why the pigs are always in mud. Hopefully I am relating this correctly – pigs do not have great skin/hair systems to prevent heat loss, or protection from the sun. They roll in the mud to keep cool, and coat themselves to minimize exposure to the sun and heat loss. And, now you know too, and they will eat anything at anytime. Just part of the process for Christmas dinner.

It gets dark around 7PM now, and it was time for dinner

Our hosts, Zack, Susan and Ruth. Note serviettes tucked into neckline – what was done. Not napkins as a term — those were on babies’ bottoms. And, as was appropriate, I am now adept with eating with a knife – the wider the better, and actually very easy. Small fork is a pusher.

Sometimes (as is my good fortune) timing is everything. Once a year the potter’s kiln at OSV is fired, and this was the night. A three day process to fire several thousand pieces – and we were there at the right night. The fire burns at two opposing sides – not the inside of the kiln. The intent is to bring the kiln to 1800 degrees if I remember correctly. The coals are cleaned out below the burning wood so the draft of air carries the heat up into the kiln.

It takes a day to get up to temperature, a day to fire the items, and a day to cool down. Four cords of wood are consumed.

Here is an image of the kiln I took the next day – after the program when I could use my camera in public.

When we returned from experiencing the firing of the kiln we played several games. Here we rolled (not so round) clay marbles (or tried to roll) through holes with different scores. Not sure anyone won.

At about ten our hosts departed for the night until returning at 7AM. I was exhausted, and retreated to my room. The newest room in the house built as the families’ finances increased. Mr. and Mrs. Bixby slept here, their three daughters in the new chamber above built off the garret.

morning came quickly – the view out my window.

and, around the Bixby House in the fog.

then, shortly after 7AM, before breakfast, it was off to chores at the Freeman Farm, and in Town. We joined several “staff.”

Happy to see us.

And then it was into town to feed chickens, turkeys (Thanksgiving is coming – don’t tell them), and the sheep. The sheep stay at the Towne House residence at night, and at the other end of the common (next to the Meeting House) during the day. Twice a day a gate is opened, and off they go for their next feeding.

Returning “home” breakfast was about done on the hearth

and, the table set

Before it even started, it was over about 10AM Sunday. TOO MUCH FUN, and worth every moment, and every penny – lodging, two meals, two sconces, and then a gift of blacksmith made skewers just like we used.

1 – Visit Old Sturbridge Village OSV – soon and often, better yet, become a member
2- Take advantage of OSV special programs – particularly Boarding with the Bixbys
3- Read and devour OLD STURBRIDGE VILLAGE by Kent McCallum – get at your library, inter-library loan, or on-line (around $10 with luck). I love my copy, read several times. The Bixby House and blacksmith shop are on the front cover.

I couldn’t leave, and enjoyed OSV until about 2:30 sitting on benches, talking with interpreters, and visiting the Tin Shop, Print Shop, Country Store, and more. Realizing I had not gotten a picture of Susan and Ruth, fortunately I saw them coming down the path. Here they are with the country store from Dumerston, Vermont (across the river from me) in the background.

Then I saw George. We chatted a great deal in October finding many mutual acquaintances. He provides the teams for the buggy and stage rides. Everyone at OSV is a treasure and asset to the experience.

I travelled to Sturbridge on back roads (of course) – Route 32, Route 32A, Route 9, Route 148 to US 20 into Sturbridge. And, did the same on the way home working my way up to Old Deerfield — of course. And it was time for dinner before I went home, and back to work. Not having eaten at the Inn since July, I ate on the porch. And, my fish and chips was amazing.




Remember my post – FLICKERING HOMES OF A HOPELESS ROMANTIC? Well, now I have two more candles on my porch – my own handmade tin sconces that I made at the OSV Tin Shop. Not a good image below – better in flickering light – on the board in the center is my gift of two blacksmith made skewers.




Did I say – RAY RECOMMENDS – Hurry to Old Sturbridge Village, now and often.

Thank you for getting this far, love, RAY

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Today for the fourth time I journeyed to Dublin, New Hampshire, to take in all the wonders at the Annual Dublin Gas Engine Meet. I became fascinated with the old “hit-n’miss” engines decades ago, and have reported to you about my recent visits seeing these amazing old machines.

Central Massachusetts Steam and Gas Show – 27 June 2015

44th Dublin Gas Engine Meet – September 2015

45th Dublin Gas Engine Meet – September 10, 2016

46th Dublin Gas Engine Meet – 9 September 2017

and, today —


The organizers encourage people with “antique” cars to come and exhibit. Entrance then is “free.” Hey, I am not proud, the $5 saved paid for my lunch, and BLUE BELLE loves the attention.

how can you not love these machines?

Every time I have shared this show with you, I have sought to show you things I have not seen before. Looking out my back windows (if it were not for the trees) I can see the buildings that still exist in Westminster Station, Vermont where these Abenaqui Machines were built.

The ingenuity some people have is amazing. My Dad could have built this, I can only marvel at how the mechanics have been assembled to use a “hit-n’miss” engine to drive a buggy and pull a sulky. (remember, you can click on my galleries to get larger images).

This video will give you an overview of part of the main exhibition area.

Some images on the field


Easy way to saw wood?

Colorful — how could you not want one?

In the past year plus I have become fascinated with forensic crime research. If I remember, I may even tell you at the end of this post what made these tracks (not my shoes at the lower left). Can you guess?

“How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?” Or, if all else fails, cut your wood with a 1917  Model 10-20 made by International Harvester.

I gave you an image of these fans last year. Better yet, here is a video.

Below is something new to me – a  1912 1 1/2 Horse Power Side Shaft Domestic (brand) Engine with a Goulds Mud Sucker Pump to pump water out of ditches.

I wanted a ride !!!

Ready for another video???

And, here are two more galleries of unusual items I saw today.

ready for some more?

and, just when you think you have seen everything — a Singer Sewing Machine made into a tractor model — or does it really work?

Three hours plus of really too much fun – and “for nothing.” I then headed to Peterboro to see what was new, and at the last moment decided to head home via Jaffrey (to see what was new) instead of deadheading back on Route 101. Glad I did !!! Bought a print shop. Sadly too big and too much weight for BLUE BELLE to ferry back. Will make another trip to retrieve the balance – can live with that, if I decide to sell, a nice 2K profit. Around the corner from that purchase I saw I shop I had not before seen, and a fountain. Been looking for one – and this will serve until the absolute perfect one materializes. How do you get a fountain into an MGA? Carefully !

And then, there were more stops, and books purchased. Hey, this day (and month) now more than paid for. At one stop I saw something not seen before. Cathy and I collected what we called “book a likes.” Things that look like books, but are not books. I have my formal living room decorated as a library, but there is not a single book in it. A fellow bookseller once told me, “you need to write a book about your collection to create additional value.” Been on my list, to document my “book-a-like” collection, but now I have a tremendous pencil box that looks like a set of books.

What’s next? Who knows, maybe something will strike me when I wake up. But, I did see a notice at Dublin for a show in Ludlow, VT – now “on my list.”

See you there — ENJOY, love, RAY

PS – those tracks? Figure it out? Rear steel wheels on a vintage John Deere Tractor.


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For months I have had day excursions planned for September. This weekend is the Garlic Festival in Bennington. Years ago, Cathy and I visited when it was still in Wilmington, Vermont. That was the plan for the first, and BLUE BELLE and I headed off a tad before 9AM – first stop the Antique Flea Market in Wilmington at the junction of Route 100 South and Route 9. (Last, and first, time I was at this flea market, I purchased and packed in BLACK BEAUTY four banana boxes of books – and had great explorations) I could hardly stand when I got out of BB2 – good thing she did not carry me to the Lakes area days ago. First time hips did it to me this way – getting close to time. I started thinking, “not going to do a big walking field in Bennington.” I returned to BB2 about 11, and studied the map for alternative ideas. On the way out I had seen a sign on Route 9 to South Newfane taking me on a dirt road I did not know. That became the plan, but first a complete tour around Harriman Reservoir. The map below of today’s route can be enlarged by a click.

I had never been on the section of Route 8 from the point Route 100 heads south. You think of Route 100 as a truly north/south route – the back bone and spine of Vermont – but note the circuitous route below Route 9. I now, looking at the map, realize why – the reservoir impacted a more direct route.

I stopped in Whitingham this time though to share its importance with you (click here for my last visit). Brigham Young was born here in 1801 (click on the image if you wish to read the details on the sign). Also, you know I love original general stores, and sadly this one is vacant with the post office expanding into it some in a crude construction manner.


The building you can see over BB2’s bonnet is Green Mountain Hall, built in 1861 as a Universalist Church. The church disbanding the end of the 19th century, the building became the Green Mountain Club, and when that association disbanded in 1909, they turned ownership to the town. Used for Town Meetings, plays, dances, in 1973 the building was leased to the Whitingham Historical Society.

Heading further west on Route 100 South, next is Readsboro. Last time through I stopped at a bazaar and had lunch. Most of the old storefronts that trip were vacant – now all are vacant. Too bad, interesting architecture, and I hope it can be saved and revitalized.

Coming to Route 8, I headed north to Route 9, and turned right back towards Wilmington. I stopped at Gary Austin’s bookshop, and chatted with his wife. Gary is recovering from some medical hiccups, and I wish him well. Karen told me the skinny on Jim Barnes and his Hermitage Club which defaulting on loans, taxes, and bills in the tens of millions has brought ruin to the Deerfield Valley area. She suggested I google him – I did, and you would enjoy reading the ruinous exploits also. Continuing east on Route 9 to find that turn to explore, I climbed back up to the sharp, dangerous turn, and view on Hogback Mountain. I do not recall in four decades of passing ever stopping. Something said, “this time stop and take in the view.”

And, I went to take in the gift shop with the 100-mile view to the south.

it wasn’t bad – touristy – but you need that sometimes.

and, I saw a small sign at a staircase going down. Not something I usually take in, but heck only $3 (yes, I am a tad over 60), I am here, and I may learn something. Boy, did I learn lots.

Three floors of exhibits – birds, animals, reptiles, geology history. More stuffed animals than you would find in FAO Schwarz, and here is why (you can click for larger size):

RAY RECOMMENDS — Less than 45 minutes away – visit the Southern Vermont Natural History Museum, at least visit their website. Take your child, grandchild, arrange a school visit. Check their website for all they have to offer. Share this information. Did you get my subtle hint?

To the right is the front of their rack card – click to enlarge

I spent almost an hour browsing and reading. You know I write here to remember, but enjoy sharing. Here are some things I decided to share that I found interesting to learn about. First, mainly some birds, but other critters are here too:

Now I know what a Raptor is — should be the first bullet in this sign.

And, if you wish to learn about Chestnut Trees, click on these. Something to remember is that a chain of animals can depend on a tree, plant or environment. And the loss of Chestnut trees had a ripple effect on many species.

Here is something else I bet you did not know (again you can click to enlarge).

The museum is beginning a campaign to build a new facility – check their website. You may wish to visit here soon, or think about helping them in their capital drive. I may help spread the word in THE WALPOLE CLARION as I did last year with Santa’s Land – ending up with almost 3,000 “hits” on “shunpiking” in one day as a result.

After almost an hour enjoying the museum – surprising myself – I exited, and decided to cross the road to see the old brewery building higher up. It was past 2:30, and when I saw Andrzej’s Polish Kitchen, I thought, “perfect, nothing else within miles, particularly on planned dirt route heading home.

Chef Andrzej is amazing, and entertaining. Hard to decide what to select, I went for the full Polish plate. Telling him I would not have to eat tonight, he replied, “but you can still drink.”

My view while having lunch

and the view poor BLUE BELLE had to endure during my wonderful visit on Hogback Mountain. The guardrail is plastered with stickers from all over.

Continuing east on Route 9, I found my turn, but if you look at the map you can see I missed (probably not marked) the right turn dirt road that would have taken me directly to South Newfane (which you should visit). When I found myself on Route 100 again, I figured what I did wrong, went north a tad, turned right and crossed to Route 30, down to the covered bridge, over East West Road to US Route 5 and home.

Close to 5 PM, I stopped at a relatively new vintage clothing and antiques store. Stretch legs if nothing else. Great fashion, some booths with interesting items and terrible books, then – STOP – a top shelf with $2 books – and some 1930s and 194os mysteries in dust jacket. I took a chance and bought eight – researching when home (darn I am good at what I do), I just finished cataloguing them at $500.

This was one of those days that I had great fun, and never accomplished what I set out to do. But that is what I enjoy doing. BB2 clocked 128 miles, and her run down I-91 at 65-70 MPH was like sailing, and she wanted to give more. Please do visit the SOUTHERN VERMONT NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM, and I recommend you enjoy Route 9 – The Molly Stark Byway – as I have done for decades. here is just some information on that route. Enjoy, as always, yours, RAY

PS – skip below to see what suggestions one of my readers sent to me:

Ray the next time you do that loop don’t miss the following:

1) the Vermont Bowl Company on #9 1 mile west of the center of Wilmington

2) lunch (the best sandwiches) at the Jacksonville General Store

3) driving west on #100 past Jacksonville heading toward Readsboro, look sharp for Dam Road on the right. Follow it to the end where you’ll see the Glory Hole, an incredible spillway, a hole in the earth that drains overflow for the entire Harriman Reservoir. It is a most scary construction featured years ago in an Archer Mayor book (a great place to dispose of a body)

4) on the way back on #9, 3 miles east of the center of Wilmington, don’t miss the Art of Humor Gallery near the flea market you mentioned. Watch for the sign for the Gallery. Address is #30 Not-a-Road road!). It is an amazing house and grounds where the humor of internationally known humorist and cartoonist, Skip Morrow, is on display and available for purchase. I promise you a lot of laughs.

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A 34 hour vacation that felt like a week when I arrived home – that much done and seen – and three things that had been “on the lists.” In fact, the Inn I stayed at Cathy and I talked about experiencing years ago, and ironically I drove by and took some pictures exactly 4 years ago, August 26, 2014. The experience for each day was on last year’s definite list, and rolled to this year’s definite list written back in May. We got the September CLARION done early and off Friday to the printer giving me a “window of opportunity.” I made two phone calls to verify schedules, then one call to book the Inn. And what followed was a great time to share with you here.

Lots of routes to get to the lake region, I considered several, considered taking BLUE BELLE, but for comfort sake decided to exercise GiGi some more. Here is the route I will be taking you along. Yes, you can click on it for a larger size.

Leaving Claremont I headed to New London, then headed east on Route 11. Turning left on Route 4 towards Danbury, and then a right on Route 104 to Meredith. I recommend this route. On Monday coming home, I took Route 3 from from Weirs Beach back to Franklin and Route 11. But there is way to much traffic and commercialism on that route – not a BB2 route. Redeeming factor, on this route home, was a purchase in a Laconia antique center of two books, which once sold will pay for almost 1/3 of this holiday.

A fascinating stop is Bristol on Route 104. Some interesting shops and eateries in this architecturally interesting mill town. I left a so-so antique shop, and walked the opposite way to see the river, and there in the shop’s window that I did not see was this:

This suitcase owned by a Bostonian resident is full of ocean liner stickers. Note the exceptional “character” of this piece, including the replacement twine handle. I have been watching these since Gary maybe wanted one for his Tiki Bar decor. Saw one in Connecticut last month (not as nice) for $275. I felt guilty (not) having to pay $40.50 for this treasure. I may loan it to Gary.

I then arrived in Meredith with my respectable hour to spare to catch the Winnipesaukee Scenic Railroad – run by the HoBo Railroad in Lincoln. I wanted the full round trip from Meredith through Weirs Beach to Lakeport and return. I bought my ticket, included a “Hobo Picnic” and ventured down Main Street to see the craft fair. For over 40 years I thought Meredith was the strip along the lake – Route 3. I found out Main Street is one or two blocks back from the lake – architecturally pleasing with shops, eateries, and today the street fair.

But it was time to get back to not miss the train.  The station/ticket master asked if I knew the derivation of the term HoBo. “Well, I should,” I replied, but with all my reading on trains, I do not. You probably know that particularly during the Great Depression, many unemployed traveled the rails (without paying) looking for work, or just for something to do. Many actually desirous of work would carry their own tools, thus improving their chances for that job or meal. Agricultural work was most often offered, and offered to those carrying hoes, ready to work the field. Those boys carrying hoes became know as HoBos — you needed to know this. And, right on time, the train arrived from its first run.

I started off in this car

and, some views of the cars

and, some views along the rails on my trek (and remember, you can click and open my galleries for larger views).

Two things of interest – everyone waves as a train passes, and those waves are returned. I saw the same happen the next day as the MS Mount Washington met smaller craft on the lake. And, everyone in the lake side communities and developments appeared to have golf carts to get the the lake shore — they were parked everywhere.

When my “ride on the rails” was completed I headed north on Route 3 to Plymouth passing a campground I took the boys to in the early 1970s. Heading west on Route 25 from Plymouth, then south on 3A and along the east side of Newfound Lake. Getting there before 5 PM, I spent (other than dinner inside) about 5 hours on the porch. Did not get to take an image of the The Inn on Newfound Lake until dark.

Porch, yes the porch overlooking the lake. Here is where I planted myself.

and some views around the Inn.

I must tell you, the owners love Rabbits — in one form or another (even the key fob) are everywhere. And, the restaurant is wonderful. Locals trickled in all night, the Inn is popular for wedding parties — but well worth a stay to experience.

Monday’s plan was to take a cruise on the MS Mount Washington on Lake Winnipesaukee. I could have done a one day combination of rail and sail, but then the temptation would have been to drive home. Instead I choose to separate the rail and sail with an overnight. At the continental breakfast I visited with a few couples staying at the Inn. I had thought, and then discarded, touring around Newfound Lake on the way to Weirs Beach. One woman, whose family had over a 100 year history on the lake, convinced me I should take the drive.

So heading back north on 3A, a left toward Hebron, to get West Shore drive. Hebron is a perfect New England Village.

Looping back to Bristol, then Route 104 east to Route 3, and south to Weirs Beach, I arrived. I have visited Weirs Beach for over four decades, and it has not changed. It is the perfect early 20th century lake side honky-tonk with games, gift shops, and food establishments, not to mention 19th cottages and architecture. This view is looking south from the footbridge over the railroad tracks.

and, a galley of views around town

I then headed over to wait for the cruise on the MS Mount Washington.

while there, the train was returning from Lakeport heading to Meredith

and, then the majestic MS Mount Washington was coming into view

it was time to board

checking out the wheelhouse, I approved.

Our first, albeit short, stop was Center Harbor

And, a close-up. On the marine railway is currently the original mail-boat undergoing some repairs. This is where the MS Mount Washington is pulled up for the winter. Notice Tom on the pier tying up the ship. Tom was at Weirs Beach, now Center Harbor, and then met us at Meredith before we again saw him upon docking in Weirs Beach. I told him, “I hope they are paying your mileage and speeding tickets.”  Too much fun.

And, then pulling into Meredith. Remember, this is what you see traveling through. As I mentioned before, Main Street is just up the hill.

and, back to Weirs Beach, and my favorite buildings there. Built for Civil War veterans for their post war encampments. Just beautiful.


1 – Even a 34 hour vacation can work wonders
2 – Take the Winnipesaukee Scenic Railroad
3 – Plan a cruise on the MS Mount Washington
4 – Look into Center Harbor — I have already started my research and found a B&B to center my further explorations from
5 – And, finally, relax and enjoy – LIFE IS TOO SHORT

Love, RAY





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It was on a “repositioning day” from Montreal to Whitefield, NH, in June of 2013 that for a second time I got well into the Eastern Townships of Canada. In that post I told you “… I cannot wait to get back.  Some of the most beautiful scenery I have seen and most pristine properties.  And then I got to my first Chemin Des Cantons – Knowlton, where I strolled around.  Intriguing looking restaurants everywhere, shops… ” Well, I finally got back, on a mission with friends, and “I cannot wait to get back again.”

Several years ago Ms. T loaned me a bag of Louise Penny mystery books, but sadly I never got into them. Last year she and a friend journeyed overnight to Knowlton, vowing to return. A few months ago I was encouraged to pick up and read STILL LIFE. I have now found award winning Louise Penny a brilliant writer filling her tales with intriguing paths of learning and characters that are flawed. There is so much psychology revealed by her characters and you get to understand yourself and others better.


Set in Three Pines in the Eastern Townships, Chief Inspector Armand Gamache is the quiet hero who heads murder investigations, and becomes good friends with the town’s residents. I became hooked, and in conversations with Tara, Carolyn, and Chris, we needed to search for Three Pines. But alas, Louise has created the town from an assemblage of places in the Eastern Townships all a short distance from Knowlton. Did you know you can get there in only three hours? We met briefly, reviewed the “inspiration” map below (which you can click on to enlarge), and booked our rooms.

Leaving early on Tuesday the 14th, we crossed a remote border spot (again, you know I love those) and headed to Sutton to have lunch, but also to see the inspiration Boulangerie (below) for THE CRUELEST MONTH.

Then we circled up through Cowansville, through Bromont, then east to Route 243 to head south to Knowlton, passing along the east side of Lac Brome. Lodging was booked at Auberge Knowlton, built in 1849, and the oldest continuously operating hotel in the Eastern Townships. Considered to be the B&B and dining room that Inspector Gamache stays at, Louise Penny is often to be found here. Our host said that the week before she had dinner three evenings there, and recently Louise’s good friend Hillary and husband Bill (along with a number of cloaked gentlemen) enjoyed the fare. Note the duck – more on that later.

and, a side view

my room

and, where we spent our time, the second floor porch. Sitting with wine, cheese, and our new best friends (also on Louise Penny pilgrimages) along with our host. I never got to read a single page, or even have to recharge the battery on my laptop. We talked and talked – that is except when a 53 foot tractor trailer, or massive dump truck went by. Ends up this is the busiest intersection in Canada. Well, it seemed that way, we laughed about it, but never a sound was heard inside.

Before dinner we went for a walk, and YES, we had found THREE PINES.

Knowlton is the base camp for Louise Penny fans, and the bookstore (also to be found in Three Pines) the Center of the Gamache World. This building (on the site of an old mill) was built in the 1980s, but wonderfully done in the style of the Victorian village. One must remember, the Eastern Townships really only got populated in the late 19th century.

A nice bookstore, new books, but not many, it is probably the Gamache pilgrims that keep the shop alive. Here is the Louise Penny corner.

It was then dinner time back at the B&B, and I had (believe it or not) Duck Breasts (more on that later).


Wednesday and also Thursday mornings we walked around the corner, crossed Coldbrook, and took breakfast at the Star Cafe. Built as a tannery in 1843, a fire in 1903 left only the stone walls. Restoration in 2009 created this wonderful place to eat.

I did not get a picture of my colorful breakfast on Wednesday (just like in Deep River the week before), but did capture my French Toast on Thursday (just like in Deep River). The breads in the Townships are amazing.

Sometimes I (and this time we) have too much fun. Here is the smallest in Knowlton sitting in the largest.

If you only visit Knowlton for the day (possible from here), you have to visit the Brome County Historical Society, and its buildings and exhibits.  I remember driving by in 2013, took a picture of the sign then, but we spent over 1 and 1/2 hours there – worth the trip.

Here are some images around the museum, and, as you know, you can click my “galleries” for larger images.

There is so much to see, and learn, but here are a few panels of information I need to share (and you can click and enlarge for larger type if need be).

This exhibit on bringing children to Canada from the British Isles was fascinating. Pondering why we (the US) did not do something like this, it hit me “Canada, a British colony, was solving a British problem.

RAY RECOMMENDS — Visit the Museum in Knowlton.

Touring the streets, here is some “street art.” How many handbills have been posted over time?

Remember I said I would be back to Ducks? Remember the duck on the Auberge Knowlton sign? Well, there are duck images on all the poles in town. Why you ask? Seems as though over 3,000,000 ducks are annually raised in town for human consumption. You see duck on every menu – not so in the states. We visited the facility, and below is some of what you can buy.


We then had lunch on a porch along the river. Just so relaxing here – I think I have another RLI and Stockbridge.

Walking around a tad — HERE IS WHY YOU VISIT

There is a small gated bridge crossing the brook – crawling under the broken gate, here is looking to the mill pond, now filling in

and back to the “main drag” and bookstore

One of our party (remaining nameless) then retired for a nap, and the hardy drove on touring remote roads heading around Lac Brome clockwise. At the top of the lake was a visitor center in the original Foster Railway Station (moved to that spot) and I obtained great travel literature for upcoming adventures. Diner then was outside at the Knowlton Pub. Following was another amazing evening on the porch with our host, wine, Louise Penny aficionados, and trucks. “Throw me in that briar patch,” says RAY.

Thursday plan was to head further east, first to the Abbey de Saint Benoit du Lac (Cathy and I visited many times) where one of Louise’s books is set, and then to North Hatley and the Manoir Hovey, the setting of her fourth book – A RULE AGAINST MURDER – which I was reading at the time, and finished last night (late).

Built for the Robber Barons on Lac Massawippi, the hotel and grounds provide an early 20th century experience at a high end 21st century price. We took a look at the lunch menu in the tap room. It was not the price that kept us from staying – there was nothing intriguing on the menu. But maybe someday I will stay with someone.


but, the view onto the lake,

Here is a galley of views in the common areas we experienced. I have no idea why the books in an inn’s library are what I, as a bookseller, would be tossing to be recycled into new books.

And, then it was onto North Hatley. Just three hours from home by direct route (play with Google Maps), and I am ready to head back. What a perfect, lakeside, bucolic village, and attuned for visitors.

many places to eat, but we sat outside here

Again, amazing meals, and amazing presentation. Here is my Mexican salad.

For a day plus we debated how to cross back into the states. A friend recently told us he spent two hours awaiting customs returning from Montreal, but that was a Sunday, and on I-89. But here we were close to the I-91 crossing. Would it be as horrendous? But it was Thursday afternoon – let’s take a chance. I looked at the map. Route 143 would take us almost to the border at Derby Line. Let’s go for it, we decided. GOOD CHOICE – Route 143 from North Hatley to Stanstead has the most gorgeous vistas I have experienced. But, sadly in minutes we were at the junction with Canada Interstate 55.  I hopped on, and before I could get up to speed we were at the border. Hours wait? NO, I was the second car in line, and we sailed through. Of course, I did get looks with a cargo of three ladies.


1 – Learn all you can about the Eastern Townships, and visit, and visit often
2 – You do not even have to get Canadian money. You can use a credit card for everything, and the best part — the EXCHANGE RATE. I can remember spending $1.20 US for a Canadian dollar, and I can remember times with an even exchange. BUT RIGHT NOW – 76 cents gets a Canadian dollar – I researched, but cannot find out why. What that means is that my two nights lodging and all meals for three days cost me $360 USD.
3 – Travel Route 143 from the Border to North Hatley
4 – Start reading Louise Penny mysteries
5 – AND, travel NOW to the Eastern Townships

I will head back soon, thanks for traveling with me, yours, RAY

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Wednesday, August 8, was my “full day” away. As I have discovered, and told you, it makes the most sense to remain in the same place for two nights – and then have a full day of exploration in-between the two nights of rest. My plan for the 8th was to journey to the Branford Trolley Museum, now The Shore Line Trolley Museum. In 7th grade, Peter Hottelet (son of journalist Richard C. Hottelet) got me hooked on trolleys. I joined the museum, and convinced my parents to take me there in about 1960. I was a member for years, and wanted to visit again. Also, I wanted to give them all my old newsletters saving them from being tossed by my heirs.

Googling a back road route I discovered that Abington Spares (formally in Walpole) had relocated to Deep River. You had better know that the Morris Brothers started building cars at their Morris Garage – MG Motors (and you better know that is BLUE BELLE’s ancestry). And the location – Abington, UK. I stopped and got catalogues for David C. and Dr. Dewey. The route I took to Branford – Connecticut Route 80 – give it a try. Hard to find, I arrived at the museum and a trolley was waiting for me.

The track in the museum dates back to about 1900, and the line discontinued in 1947. The museum was established at that time to preserve history, collect cars, and use 1.5 miles of the original right of way. The collection now includes about 100 cars, but recent hurricanes brought flood waters in from Long Island Sound necessitating repairs and new buildings on higher ground.

You pay your fare ($3.50 with my senior military discount) and get aboard.

Peter was a great docent touring our small group along the line and in the yards.

it was nice to see young families joining in.

and, the controls (at either end to reverse direction) in case you are not familiar with this mode of transportation.

You first go to the end of the line, and then return to the yards for a guided tour. A second trolley arrives with another group. You can stay in the yard to tour on your own, and I did, returning on the second trolley.

Here is a gallery of some of the trolleys. You can click on any image for a larger view:

In one of the sheds is this car that was in the second tower of the World Trade Center on 9-11. Sitting empty in the station, this is one of the two cars that were not totally destroyed. A few years ago it was donated to the museum

the interior of the car (below) is unique. This car was used to take revelers to the Savin Rock Amusement Park in New Haven (yes I have old postcards of the park in my postcard collection). But after a night of heavy beer drinking, the happy guests often “lost their lunch.” The floor of the car is concrete facilitating hosing down, and the seats sat opposite each other for more open space. The museum uses the car for party trips setting tables up in the middle.

Finishing up at the museum, the plan was then to follow the shore on secluded route 146 back to US Route 1 to Old Saybrook, and then back to The Riverwind.

Lots of nice vistas, many close islands, but “not my thing.” Glad I drove along and explored, but I don’t think you need to do it. Here are the Thimble Islands.


So many places to eat in the Deep River, Chester, Essex, and Ivoryton areas. I choose the BLACK SEAL in Essex. I can’t be right all the time. I do not recommend them. Poor service, and my salmon came with a flock of fruit flies that I could not completely kill off. I did not say anything to them — just to you here.



And, now Thursday, the 9th.  Sadly I did not get a colorful image of my breakfast at The Riverwind yesterday. AMAZING – Mike serves everyone the same meal, opening the dining areas at 8:30. His cooking and presentations are amazing. Although not as colorful as Wednesday’s breakfast, today’s “French Toast” was unbelievable.

I wanted to visit the Pequot Museum –  Mashantucket Peqout Museum & Research Center – but was unsure of what else to do, and what route to take home. Ends up, no problem, after over 4 1/2 hours at the museum, leaving at about 4:15 PM, I just selected the quickest route home. To get there, I back-roaded (surprised?) heading up to Chester on Route 154 to catch the Chester-Hadlyme ferry. I  first crossed here in 1963. A Shunpiker “in training,” I was picking up my brother at Camp Hazen in Chester, but went further east so I could circle around and cross the river on the ferry in my mother’s 1960 Chevy Impala Convertible (of course I had the top down). I attended Camp Hazen in 1958 and 1959, Coming from the east I had to wait for the ferry in the small village setting — You Must Experience this Spot. You can click on the image above for easier reading, but this is the second oldest ferry in continuous use in Connecticut – gee, I was on the oldest two days ago. Not a populous area.

GiGi on her second ferry ride.

and, arriving on the east side of the river to pick up Route 82 to head to Norwich/Preston and the Pequot Museum

SHUNPIKING ALERT — Travel Connecticut Route 82 from the river to the end of Route 11 – bucolic, and like being home in New Hampshire.

I stopped at the Connecticut casinos in February, 2017. I wanted to experience them, and do not have to return. The museum was closed that day. RAY RECOMMENDS – VISIT Mashantucket Peqout Museum & Research Center, and plan on spending the better part of a day – you will not be disappointed. Since living in New Hampshire I have been able to get a better comprehension on the American Revolution in this area (not much has changed), and recently been getting a better understanding of the French and Indian Wars. And, now learning about the geology and formation of the Connecticut Valley, I was exposed to the Pequot War in 1636-1638, and needed to learn more.

The museum is wonderful, and met my information needs on the Pequot War and so much more. Hopefully it does the same for others. Three nice criticisms, that cannot be changed, but be forewarned. Parking is not convenient, but a small hike. Although the museum is logically laid out, it is not easy to backtrack since elevators and stairs do not connect the correct spots and are poorly marked. And, at least I could get some sustenance to survive, just expensive, small, and nothing exceptional. But still, please go.

So, since you promise to get there, I have decided to share some panels of information that really helped me learn some things (you can click to enlarge for easier reading, or just ignore – I will never know). The museum is logically starting with the ice ages, and then arrival of the first peoples in New England. You learn about the different tribes, arrival of Europeans and the trade cycle, and then the events leading to the Pequot War (see the movie – THE WITNESS at the museum).

As the last ice age receded, animals arrived in New England

And, we all need to know the following about corn:

There is a recreation of a Pequot Village that I should have spent more time in.

I was starting to think about Wampum, and “bingo” – there was a small theater with a video, and these panels. I learned, and had to share here:

But most disheartening, and leading to the establishment of the museum after almost 350 years of mistreatment, is what followed the Pequot War. Those Native Americans were essentially to be forgotten, and written out of history.

I am a native of Connecticut, but am now embarrassed as to what my home state did. I decided not to overwhelm you with the panels I took pictures of, but here is an extremely brief synopsis. Mistreatment persisted, and in 1855 the State sold off most of the Reservation Lands. Just a handful of hold-outs remained into the 20th century, and were wards of the State Welfare system. In the 1970s Pequot youth began returning to the barely 200 acres to keep their heritage from disappearing. They wanted their lands back, and it was discovered that George Washington in signing a document setting aside lands for Native Americans prohibited sales of those lands by states (hope I have it right – the concept is correct – I am good with concepts more so than details). In the courts, working its way to the Federal Government, and Reagan finally signed the paperwork declaring George Washington’s proclamation also applied to Eastern Tribes, and Connecticut was wrong. With the Tribe winning and getting reimbursement, they first invested in a pizza franchise, and carefully reinvested funds, saving their heritage, and presenting their story in the Museum.

I now have a much better understanding – well, finally have an understanding, and could visit again to solidify my understanding.

I said it before – RAY RECOMMENDS – Visit the Pequot Museum adjoining FOXWOODS.

I then hopped on Connecticut Route 2, joining up with I-84 for a short hop to I-91 North, and home.

It was a great, and unexpected wonderful day. But, another big adventure coming up – “stay tuned” – thank you for getting this far, yours, RAY

Addition – August 12 – so I can remember these other places to visit, I told my friend who sent me his memories that I would post here to help in planning my next trip, and for you to plan to do also. I think I now know why cars are so precious to us — they carry us to memories, and we make nice associations.

“I really enjoyed this particular segment. It hit on so many memories of the state I once lived in. The roads, the places, it’s all good. I knew a tour guide at the Thimble Islands. Chester, Deep River and south were the stomping grounds of my youth. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve crossed the Ct. River on the Chester/Hadlyme ferry, partly or largely because I lived nearby. I still have some very good friends that live just beyond the dock on the Hadlyme side in Selden Cove. Joshuatown Road is a interesting back road between Hadlyme and Hamburg. Lots of beautiful and well kept homes on that road. It was one of my favorite shortcuts to Rt82. The Hamburg Fair was an annual event my parents always took us to. …  When I was much younger my parents took me to Cowboy Valley just North of Clinton. What a great kids place that was.”

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I have been restless, wanting to get away, but where to go. I struggled and thought. I have been reading more about the Connecticut River, and decided I had to explore more in Connecticut. Do you remember the most recent sojourns in the Nutmeg and Constitution State?


Well, I am overdue for Mystic Seaport, so decided to revisit there, but in a travel book on the Connecticut River I read about the Riverwind Inn in Deep River, so that was the B&B selection. Then I discovered I had miscalculated the distances – not my style, but no problem, head east instead of west from Deep River. A plan was hatched to include an outing I have not done since 7th or 8th grade. And the drive south on Tuesday, today, filled with ideas.

First stop I planned was the Connecticut Museum of History in the State Library building in Hartford.

Not big the museum, but an impressive main hall.


I began to get a tad disappointed, then saw the side room. I entered, and there were a number of interesting exhibits which I have given a sampling of in the gallery below. You can click on any image in the gallery below to see a larger size. I have given a brief description of each as you will see.


And, then I saw this !!! — It made my day !!!

I know, I know — I am complicated, but I think interesting. I know you have absolutely no idea what the above is — well, I did without even reading. I will have to share with you my prize winning essay, THERE IS A KING BURIED IN CONNECTICUT’S WOODS. Yes, that’s right. I won the Hartford Courant (newspaper) essay contest about 1960 (can give you exact date when I pull my file at home). In 7th grade I started working in the the Wilton, Connecticut, Public Library (starting to see the connections and threads in my life?). I do not remember names usually, but John Davenport, who worked there, told me about King George III’s Statue in New York City, and showed me a piece of the statue he had. A small piece, and the most highly gilted piece ever found. When the Declaration of Independence was first read in New York City, July 9, 1776, the lead statue of King George III on Bowling Green was torn down. Loaded onto wagons to be hauled to the military depot in Litchfield, Connecticut (I lived just south of there with Cathy), the lead was going to be melted down into bullets to be hurled back at the British. On the wagons’ trek, however, Loyalists stole pieces of lead burying them. This happened in my hometown of Wilton, Connecticut, when the wagons were parked at a tavern – the Sloane house. Over the years pieces have been found, and this large piece was given to the state in 1960. The piece in the museum – a shoulder piece of the toga on the King.

It was John Davenport showing me his piece that may have helped spark my interest in history, and my interest in writing. I subsequently wrote another piece about this statue in the 1980s and it was accepted and published by American History Illustrated.  When I get home I will have to scan that and share it with you. I have a file of my history writings before my CLARION days, and history article days. Yes – there are enjoyable constants in my life.

Next on my list for the day – and tying into my recent week program at Historic Deerfield that I still need to share – was Dinosaur State Park in Rocky Hill, Connecticut. The dome you see below covers the tracks on exhibit, and under the field in front are more that were recovered.

Just off I-91 south of Hartford a few minutes, you have to stop. The stretch of road has state government offices and facilities. The dinosaur tracks were found when another excavation began. Within days after discovery, the site was preserved.

Under the dome, in view, is this:

and a close-up

lots of informative exhibits in the building, a fascinating 25 minute film on the history of the area and site (covering 100s of millions of years). Not my best side below.

As you begin to learn about these preserved tracks (more in my overdue post) you will learn that they are found in sedimentary rocks, and layers will separate. There will be a positive (the original print) and then new sediments fill-in, and you get a negative impression – as above. But how can that happen? I learned on one panel. Fine flakes of Mica are in the sediment, and act as a lubricant to hold the sediment shape. The more Mica, the better a shape in sand is preserved, and later the easier each layer can be separated into the positive (actual track) and negative stones.

Outside, before the nature walks, is a group of negative stones (raised impression) where you can make your own plaster cast of an actual dinosaur foot print. A great activity to join in.

In my most recent reading, I learned of the oldest ferry in the US, crossing the Connecticut River since 1655, and just down the road. Of course that was on the day’s plan.

I pulled up just as the ferry was beginning to depart, but they stopped, reopened the gate, and waved me aboard.

GiGi on her first ferry ride.

and pulling away

heading down river to make a turn to navigate against the current to the other side – a four minute ride

It was then over to Route 17 to Route 17A on the east side of the river to head south to Middletown. Beautiful countryside. But make sure you take 17A into Portland proper, and turn right towards the river and the Brownstone Quarry. This quarry supplied much of New York City’s brownstone building materials. The quarry is now a recreation area, including swimming. Driving through Middletown I was reminded “I don’t do crowds” but I could go back and explore some of the shops. I decided to hop on Route 9 and hurry on down to Deep River, and the Riverwind Inn – my B&B for the next two nights.

My room is on the second floor corner in the right in the above image. Lots of wonderful common areas, back yard patio to enjoy, and a front porch. Gracious hosts – highly recommend. I usually give you a view of my room, but here is a small size you can enlarge if you wish.

The dinner plan for the evening was the Griswold Inn in Essex, which has been in continuous operation since 1776. Cathy and I stayed there over 20 years ago, I enjoyed driving by on the trip in August 2016, so off I went on back roads from Deep River to Essex – actually only a few minutes.

And, then it was back to the porch to read and write.

Well, it has been a long time since I have completed a post almost same day. Glad I am going to try to do one day at a time. Almost time for breakfast at the Riverwind, and then I will post this. Catch you soon, another adventurous day planned – yours, RAY

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