Alright – setting the scene – I have been enjoying planning outings, but recently not always executing those plans. I will have an outing in mind, then change my mind wanting to just stay home. Tuesday 3 October, I had a plan when I woke up, but by 11:30 decided to stay home. That changed, “what are you thinking Ray, too nice out,” I heard BLUE BELLE crying from her stable. We backed out together about 1:30 for over three absolutely amazing hours.
This exploration came from my Train Trek on September 23. I really was not cognizant of the train track route from Gassetts, Vermont, to Ludlow, Vermont – shame on me. I knew there was a road off Route 103 as you climb the hill out of Gassetts past the quarry, once turned down, but now had to follow as it was along here we travelled on the train as it passed under Route 103 — RAY RECOMMENDS – MAKE THIS JOURNEY – NOW AS LEAVES ARE TURNING and again and again. I have tried to create a map of today’s 101 Kilometers (63 miles for those of you who drive American vehicles), and it is at the end of this post. A large version attempt did not work, but something small to put you in place is below.
here is the backside of the remaining Gassetts freight station, the other side is on Route 103 where the stone company is – yes the tracks on the right.
watch carefully for the turn after you climb out of the pass, and as you go down Cavendish Road this is your view approaching the Williams River.
I have tried to find when this road was built, and when Route 103 was built. No dates I can find, but analyzing maps, aerial topography, this was probably the least grade to build a road, and then in the 1840s the railroad. Route 103 to the west of Cavendish Road and the mountain is a greater incline and rugged as you drive up that hill, and built more recently. Hopefully correct reasoning, I am satisfied now with this explanation.
and looking down the river towards the train bridge.
lets talk rural, dirt roads, seldom travelled, and grade crossings – little used tracks, but DO “Stop Look and Listen” Remember “to click” my galleries for larger views.
I bet there are very few people who have found this off the beaten path, but so close a scenic route. Did I say BB2 prefers dirt roads?
This rail line was completed in 1849, and I will bet this underpass dates from that time.
and, once through, and looking back, using “selfie mode” here is what I captured —
arriving in Cavendish proper on Route 131, I also recommend you take some time to look at the amazing architecture in Cavendish on Route 131. Found this link for some examples and photos.
I then turned left towards Proctorsville – a village in Cavendish, and the site of my first “on-the-road shunpiking post” April 10, 2011. In Proctorsville, I crossed the tracks, and made the first left on Pratt Hill Road. I did not turn left on a dead end towards the tracks, but continued on – OPPS – “Not a Through Road.” You should know that does not stop me, I need to know the end. I knew there was a state forest in the area, and soon saw a gate – BUT OPEN. I start climbing, and climbing a mountain . BLUE BELLE in second gear is loving it, never such an incline. It has to end somewhere, then I will turn around. Well finally a spot I could turn around – yes I find roads – or in this case unmarked paths – not big enough for two cars to pass, even if one is a little MGA. I open the WAZE app on my phone, and amazingly have a connection – I should have taken a screen shot to share – but alas, you would have seen my location and white space (no roads) all around. Now, that only happens for Ray, a couple appears hiking up the mountain. We chat – they are from San Francisco, but did not walk across country but on an “inn to inn” hike.
fun chatting, they had come up the mountain from an open gate. They said eventually I would see Densmore Road to civilization – remember “civilization” is a relative term in God’s Country here. “Oh,” they continue, “we have friends behind us a ways, tell them we are all right.” Saying goodbye, and heading down hill, I saw their friends, and passed on their message.
Well, for the railroad to get to Ludlow, I now know why it went this route to Cavendish first (many mills there) but mainly because of the mountain which is now Proctor – Piper State Forest covering 1,513 Acres of steep to moderate terrain. Various websites say – Remnants of extensive Civilian Conservation Camp (CCC) picnic sites and trails and the original CCC camp can be found throughout the forest – that means more trips, albeit with walking stick (cane). Just found on the Town’s website – “In 1914, an important asset for the town was created, Proctor Piper State Forest, with the donation of 424 acres. A second gift from Leon S. Gay in the mid-30s added 300 acres, and additional purchases of property added another 700 acres. The property today is host to a wide variety of wildlife and recreational activities including fishing, snowmobiling, hunting, and trapping.”
Soon, “the main road” – again a relative term.
we came the other way before, but in this direction, the “grade crossing has a grade” Yes, YIELD to trains.
and, heading now in the opposite direction on Cavendish Road approaching the river and Route 103.
and, again crossing the Williams River.
I tried to recreate a detailed map for you, but alas, failed. Below is however an image from the Vermont State map to put you in the correct locale. You can see the train tracks out of Gassetts, and remember to look for the hidden sharp right onto Cavendish Road. I have given the route above, and you will be fine. But, if getting lost, that is part of SHUNPIKING, and I have never not gotten home – always eventually find a familiar intersection — enjoy, and get out there – luv, RAY
If you have spent some time with me here, you must know I stay “young” with my active curiosity leading to learning, leading to travel, and often a new collection. I love my varied interests, and one usually leads to something new. Remember almost a year ago I discovered “blow molds?” Now I have out all year two ‘blow mold” Santas to enjoy with about one third of my “bottle brush trees.” Over the winter I discovered toy vintage “canned ham” trailers, and until someone disproves me, I may have the largest, if not one of the largest, collections in the world. And, now, thanks to following “blow mold” Facebook pages, I am in a PUMPKIN PURSUIT – PLASTIC PREFERRED. And, of course, today just got in the definitive book on this festive ORANGE ORB – by Cindy Ott – PUMPKIN: THE CURIOUS HISTORY OF AN AMERICAN ICON.
I have had a number of vintage Halloween decorations for decades, occupying a whole shoe box (fortunately I have big feet), and get them out for the season. Really being bid up on eBay this year are paper-mache pumpkins.
Here is my small one, and below my vintage Halloween noise makers. Do click the images for a full view.
I have had fun watching what is on the Facebook “Blow Mold” pages – the postings are amazing from fanatical collectors. I started to “get hooked” but realized it has become a horrible addiction for some folks, and they are buying whatever they can find, even new “blow molds.” Yes, those smart retailers see the potential sales and are making new figures left and right — many not even approaching a vintage look or character. One person posted a Ghost holding a Pumpkin – new at Michels — well, even though “dead plastic” it spoke to me, and I made a “scary” trip into the big city (about 35,000 people – still scary). and purchased him or her to the right.
One day in September it occurred to me to look at Craig’s List and Facebook Marketplace. Surprisingly, not four miles from me there was a grand pumpkin. Quick messages back and forth, and ten minutes later I went up the fellow’s drive. Waiting for me were the folks below – yes bills quickly traded for my new friends.
Currently the fellow above left is behind the wheel in BLACK BEAUTY to deter a potential auto jacker. I have yet to decide where to appropriately “plant” the tombstone. Here are some “plastic”closeups.
my table on the porch
and my PORCH PUMPKIN PATCH — yes, room for growth.
and, an update on 4 October – maybe I should be locked in my house; well, maybe not because here are today’s PUMPKIN PURCHASES – and some related candles – never seen them before, guess I do not get out to the right places.
6 October Update – a friend asked, “what did you do today” – my reply late morning I mowed grass. afternoon I did some carving now just lit lots of candles in yard between “44” and church
Well — my PLASTIC PUMPKIN PURSUIT will continue, but with a “selective eye.” Can you help? Below, not necessarily my goal, but in today’s world people are going all out for Halloween. BOO, have fun, luv, RAY
BUFFIES and FOAMERS – words that should grab your attention, did mine as I heard co-travellers use the terms, and now I have two new phrases, and in time will explain. Believe this adventure began with something I saw on Facebook — a train trek on the “Whitehall Flyer” – a train excursion sponsored by the Massachusetts Bay Railroad Enthusiasts, Inc. last happening thirty years ago in 1993. Only took me a couple hours after reading to book my trip.
All day on a train? Not all week, but will do. Leaving from the classic Bellows Falls, Vermont, Amtrak station, to Rutland, Vermont, and then picking up tracks across Vermont, crossing the New York border to Whitehall, and then return. Fully booked, the train arrived from the North Walpole yards a few minutes late – hey, who is in a rush in our wonderful world here.
Train arriving at the Bellows Falls station (being purchased by the Town of Rockingham to be restored), and loading – note fog hiding some of Fall Mountain.
and my coach seat
away we go — bye Bellows Falls, back soon
what a treat to travel along the railroad causeway in the Connecticut River – something that could never be built today. And then through the old rail yards that became home to Steamtown USA, and then back as rail yards. Heading north going under Route 5 as it turns and continues along the river, the tracks go under I-91.
there are some sections of track cut into hillsides where you best talk to your neighbor instead of looking at the view that drops way off.
BUFFIES and FOAMERS did we say? Well, here you go, and there they are in the image below. BUFFIES – rail buffs — FOAMERS – pure fanatics. Below some BUFFIES in Chester. From this point on at most all grade crossings and alongside roadways with straight unobstructed views these folks were there with tripods and cameras. Several pickup trucks with folks filming from the bed, often a dozen or more folks. No sooner would our train pass they would jump in their vehicles and speed off to the next location to capture the train on film — so fanatical, at one point I saw a car jump a stop sign and cut off a car. No accident, he/she was at the next filming spot. Hey, “different strokes for different folks,” do they still say that?
my next two images are while crossing trestles, first in Ludlow and then the Cuttingsville Trestle in East Wallingford crossing the Mill River and Route 103 — impressive, and even more so from the road.
and, arriving in Rutland – the right image my newly painted coach with a baggage section.
reboarding in Rutland, here are some views of the cars as follows: 1- baggage space in my coach 2- spacious car with tables 3- car was open observation deck 4 – lamp in my car with wording JERSEY CENTRAL LINES
I am looking forward to following the tracks across New York State to Whitehall by little car. Below crossing the Champlain Canal at Whitehall.
A tradition on many rail excursions like this are a “Photo Runby” (RUN-buy) — ends up we only had time for one, at our end point in Whitehall. From the groups literature, the concept is simple. The train stops at a photogenic spot, and the passengers de-train and take up photo positions a safe distance from the track. Once passengers are off the train, train backs up some distance. Once the train is out of sight and the way is clear, the conductor signals the train to come forward, the photographers catching their images. Once the train is past it then backs up and everyone gets back onboard. So, images below: de-training – backing up – getting ready, AND my video of he Runby.
And, time to get back on board
back in Rutland there was a switching around of the three engines that were used with the four cars
and, glad I waited with this post because I found a video posted on the New Hampshire Railfan YouTube channel made by BUFFIES — here it is
and, the details from their posting — The Mass Bay RRE and Amherst Railway Society joined forces to charter the ‘Whitehall Flyer’ excursion over the Vermont Rail System between Bellows Falls, Vermont and Whitehall, New York. The trip started out in Bellows Falls with the first scene of the consist crossing the stone arch bridge over the Connecticut River on its way to pick up passengers. The train headed north over the Green Mountain Route on VTR’s Bellows Falls Subdivision. At Rutland VTR 201 was added to the rear of the consist and the train headed east over the Clarendon & Pittsford Mainline Subdivision to Whitehall. At Whitehall the crew swapped ends to head back to Rutland. Note that the excursion did not enter the CPKC trackage. Unfortunately I did not end up filming any of the trip between Rutland and Whitehall. Arriving back in Rutland the 201 was taken off and the 405 and 209 were wyed so that 405 could lead back south to Bellows Falls. The last scene shows the excursion crossing the diamond over the New England Central Railroad and the Vermont Rail System. Unfortunately for us the searchlight signals never lit. The consist used in this excursions consisted of passenger cars from the railroads ‘green fleet’ as well as business car 4 the Macintyre. Locomotives used was ALCO RS-1 GMRC 405, VTR 201, and VTR 209. This was the first excursion hosted by the Mass Bay RRE over the line since 2004 and the first excursion over VTR trackage since 2019.
Well – I have my Route Guide for this day, and the bigger booklet from 1993 to study, and plan backroad Shunpiking trips in BB2 or BB1 (still sleeping since last year).
SEE PS JUST BELOW – ADDED 28 SEPTEMBER — A TRUE LIFE FOAMER RELATES
So many plans, and when accomplished you will read about them here. Stay safe and well, and thank you for “shunpiking with me” even when “on the rails.” — luv, RAY
PS – one of my faithful readers sent me a note, and I asked if I could share this “first hand” account – she said, “of course.”
Hahaha!! Really enjoyed this one, Ray. My husband is a Foamer by your description. We call them rail fans. He is one of those crazies you described who chases trains. He’s been taking photos of engines and trading the slides with other photographers since he was a kid. And yes, I used to go with him on his adventures throughout New England, strictly riding shotgun, but it’s a little bit unnerving (and admittedly exhilarating), so now I only participate in the anarchy when I happen to be in the truck with him when the scanner goes off and we’re in the vicinity of a particular engine that he’s looking for.
It’s all or nothing. They often wait hours for a train, but as soon as it passes, they race to the next clearing and start waiting again in order to get those perfect shots. He’s often climbed trees and hung off bridges and fences to frame a shot. Paul carries a ladder with him so he can put it up in the bed of the truck to climb up and get better views. Glad you got to see the rail fan crazies in action. They’re an interesting bunch!
and, when she gave me the okay to share, she added …
Absolutely can add the PS! I happily married a rail fan and model railroader 36 years ago! He rarely lets anyone know what his hobby is — typically they don’t understand. What most don’t know is that there’s also people whose photography hobby is to take and collect photos of covered bridges, or busses, or churches, or trolley cars, or tractors, or any number of things. Paul’s photos have been on the covers and in the interiors of national rail fan magazines.
Glad you’ve seen the show at the Big E. I loved watching the model railroads run. The artistry in their to-scale layouts is something to appreciate. However, my husband goes there to sit and look through volumes and volumes of slides of engines for sale in huge 3-ring binders for hours and hours. Each railroad has a roster of their engines and the hobbyist’s goal is to have at least one perfect shot of each one.
He only trades slides, which is a dying technology since the manufacturers of slides has nearly died out. The true hobbyist doesn’t do digital photography because that can be manipulated after the fact. It’s the accomplishment of being in the right place, at the right time (so much research!), on the right side of the track, with an interesting backdrop, no obstructions, correct camera settings, and perfect lighting that warms their hearts.
They used to be able to walk around in the train yards, but for security since 9/11, they’re not allowed to do that — makes the challenge of getting those shots even greater!
Yes, this has been a “fair season” for me, and believe it or not I had never been to THE BIG E in West Springfield, Massachusetts – a larger and premier fair in New England. This year held Sept 15 – Oct 1. Friends asked me to join them, and even better when they are Trustees of the Fair, I knew it would be a grand time — and I was not disappointed on Friday, 25 September. My friends, both having been NH State Representatives, served on Agriculture committees. Topping the day off was a reception for NH Trustees and friends (fortunately I be one) with the NH Commissioner of Agriculture, and one of his key assistants – Josh. Yes, I “do travel in the right circles.” Obviously we started at the New Hampshire Building. Each New England State has a building in the row of states, and although in Massachusetts, this is New Hampshire state property grounds.
deceiving from the outside, the state buildings are open exhibition halls inside. This view the general public (I am not) would not see as this is the area for dignitaries, as is the view looking out from the second floor.
Josh had arranged for this 650 plus pound pumpkin to be brought to the grounds and arranged for this pumpkin sculptor (yes a profession with few members). He was pulling off the “skin” and then in the “flesh” carving a NH scene. Once lit from the inside you would then see the carving in relief.
In the Connecticut building, next door to the NH building, is this road sign with distances – TOO MUCH FUN.
looking out the Vermont building to the fair —
with Vermont water at $3 a can, Walpole water should bring $6.75 a can.
and, Massachusetts – could be a song title.
I am not familiar with this Rhode Island gourmet treat
but when stationed in Rhode Island, living in North Kingstown, Del’s was just out on Route 1. Their truck playing a jingle drove around, and my boys ran out of the house for their frozen lemonade.
you may know that I am currently “into” pumpkins – well, plastic “blow mold” ones. Seeing this exhibit in the Rhode Island building it will be “road trip” to the Jack-O-Lantern Spectacular at the Roger Williams Park Zoo. Will buy my tickets once done with this post.
This building is dedicated to the history of the fair…
and open these views for some history
these posters are made of Legos, made by the Lego company and given to the fair for exhibit here.
and some history of Storrowton at the BIG E — click below — essentially a small version of Old Sturbridge Village. I attended a Christmas program here in 2017, and you can click on this link to see that adventure. Storrowton was begun in 1927. Putting in perspective, Henry Ford started his Greenfield Village in 1933 (he did buy 3,000 acres with the Wayside Inn in Sudbury, MA in 1923 with the aim of developing it into a historically oriented village and museum), and Old Sturbridge Village began in 1946. So, an important achievement here.
The broom makers were interesting and shared this “witches broom” (image on left – remember to click to enlarge) which is a genetic mutation seldom seen on spruce tree branches
and, hopefully you know I like the work of the old tinsmiths, had a chance to “apprentice” at OSV, and collect pieces that “speak to me.”
This school was moved from nearby Whately. The docent explained the punishment of the “nose circle” drawn on a blackboard, the miscreant would have to stand for a time with his or her nose pushed to the circle. Maybe the rod would be better.
we watched horse competition for awhile
a massive amusement and midway area off on one side – never really my thing – and now protecting my bones.
Had to share this fellow with you – at first thought he was standing on a stage – nope.
we did not get into all the exhibition buildings, but this building was a great introduction to youngsters of all ages showing chicks hatching, farm fruits and vegetables and small livestock. I got into a very lively discussion with this lady. A good back and forth about her life and what she does, and her beauty (she thanked me). Then another person started chatting when I was done, so turning to leave I said to her, “thank you,” and midstream while chatting with the other person she turned back to me saying “and thank you.” She denied being AI – I WANT ONE.
below are two fun exhibits in this building
as 5PM approached we headed to the BROOKS BUILDING – the offices for the fair. It was time for the reception in honor of NH Day. Invited were NH Big E trustees. We arrived early, got comfortable, and (told you I travel in good company) the Commission of Agriculture sat with us with his amazing young staffer who I predict will be going places. Then it was parade time. Always fun watching a parade going by on a street, but how about from the porch on the roof?
I realized with this opportunity I had to switch to video mode to share with you – so here ’tis.
Parade at the BIG E – September 22, 2023
What a wonderful full day But how do you match this? Came close the next day with BUFFIES and FOAMERS. Now if that post title doesn’t bring you back, nothing will. Thank you for sharing THE BIG E with me, luv, RAY
A few weeks ago I told you it was “Fair Season” and I was visiting a wide range of fairs – more so than in previous years. Why? I do not know, I go in cycles “chasing interests and learning” and that is my fun. My history article, DID YOU KNOW THAT…? for my October issue of THE WALPOLE CLARION is all about Town Fairs held in Walpole over the years. I decided not to go to the Greenfield or Tunbridge fairs this year, but today attended neighboring Landgon’s small festival/fair. At the total opposite end of the “size” spectrum I will experience for the first time THE BIG E – THE EASTERN STATES EXPOSITION this coming week – and will report on that.
You have to purposely plan to visit the Village of Langdon, NH, just a few miles from me. You will not pass the Village with its Town Hall, cemetery, little school, and a couple houses by accident. And you should plan a side trip, I will be making more. Small fair, well planned out with the cross roads in the village all blocked off, signs well placed on the “main routes” (ha-ha re: main) to parking, up over a dirt road, lots of kids controlling “traffic” (could be another local laugh), and into a hilly field for parking above the Village. A short walk down hill to the center of the festivities.
getting closer —
and, looking back at the Langdon Meeting House. Completed in 1803 as a combination town hall and church. When the NH 1819 Toleration Act established the separation of church and state, the building became multi-use. It is claimed by the town to hold the record for consecutive town meetings held in the same space – now 220 years. I will not argue that.
There were several performances scheduled, and I was in time for this group of “Company of Witches” – is it Halloween yet? Am I ever getting ready.
just beyond was the Pinnacleview 4-H Club from Walpole, and their exhibits.
Below, turning around at the end of the vendors’ booths looking to the Town Hall. I could not believe how many folks – both vendors and visitors – there that I knew, and we chatted. Did I say you have to visit this spot?
I planned my visit to have lunch, and add support to the organizers that way. But while waiting for my cheeseburger and cider, what’s a country fair without SMOKEY?
a blacksmith had set up to show his craft and sell some wares. Ready to purchase some candle stands for $29 (I know, I know, my collection of candle holders probably exceeds forty different), sadly I saw them marked “sold.”
small fairs as today’s was in Langdon you often can get inside a building that otherwise may not be open when you “discover” the town. Such was the case with the Town Hall, completed in 1803 as I mentioned. Sadly I realized when I got home I did not find how to see the second floor (reason to return) but here is the lower level with history exhibits, and the ubiquitous fair quilt display. In a side room is a Town history exhibit – reminder you may click my “galleries” for larger views.
But while reading the panels on the raised platform, I learned much that ties in with my current projects. I came home, and of course had the right books in my own library and shop, to dig into, and although not part of the fair, I NEED TO SHARE with you now what I learned and you may find of interest, hopefully.
One thing leads to another in my study and research. My son, Gary, and I discuss the fact that our “rabbit holes” have multiple levels and passages for that further study. So – some background to the below – I am giving a presentation this week on local taverns and turnpikes. In my Connecticut bookshop in the 1990s whenever I had a book on the itinerant painter, Rufus Porter, it flew off the shelf every time I had a copy. Then my Cathy and I would stay in an inn with Rufus Porter murals when scouting for books in NH prior to moving here. And, settling in our 1806 colonial, we had Dutchie paint our dining room in the style of Rufus Porter. Our dining room was featured one evening on WMUR-TV, and documented in NH Magazine – I will have to scan that and provide a link here – thought I had done that, but alas, have not.
Reading the history panels I learned the Bidwell Tavern was built about 1818 near where the entrance for Fall Mountain Regional High School is now. It was an extremely celebrated hotel in Langdon. It had a bar room, a large ballroom, and an elegant room with frescoed walls done by Rufus Porter. The inn was located on the Cheshire Turnpike which entered Langdon from Drewsville. An extremely popular spot sadly the tavern burned to the ground in 1930.
The Bidwell Tavern as it appeared for over 120 years.
Between two books I have, one on Langdon, and the other written in 1927 by Marion Rawson from East Alstead, there are conflicting comments on the murals in the Bidwell Tavern. But the authoritative book by Jean Lipman (yes always in my library) discusses Porter’s work here in detail. Sadly lost in the fire, here is the image of this bed chamber found in Rawson’s book.
The mural shows a lake in the background. From the 1987 history of Langdon, “there is no lake to be seen in Langdon today and the previous history failed to mention anything more than a few ponds.… A flood however appears to have washed out the lower end of his lake and subsequent drainage and land-use nearly obliterated what was once a considerable body of water.” Supposedly an old shoreline can be seen — I guess another trip is needed. Again, above is the lost Rufus Porter mural in the one room. Supposedly he did work around Bidwell Tavern.
See how “one thing leads to another,” and “I have no idea where my days go?” At least my brain is active, and I will be here to educate and entertain you for some time to come — I hope.
Get out there – shunpike and explore – stay well, love, RAY
I left you on Part One with my capturing images of some of the wonderful cottages. Then it was porch time – surprised. Another great dinner, more reading, and once bedded down it was time for Moose Calls (I compared to a YouTube video). My first night was Loons, and advance reporting, my last night, Thursday, was barking dogs across the lake, great rain fall, then the most perfect silence. Plan for Thursday, my second full day, was to head off after lunch for a BIG adventure.
Remember the planned route map from Part One? I headed off through Center Sandwich and Sandwich to West Ossipee and then north on Route 41 towards Madison. At Silver Lake, I had to stop — how many post offices do you still see operating in a train station?
Yes I stopped, wandered around, and now research to learn more. As I was wandering a fellow pulled into the back, and I of course struck up a conversation. Having seen the post mistress through the window, and his carrying a purse, I was correct in guessing he was bringing his wife’s purse to her.
At the north end of Silver Lake, in Madison, this station was a stop for the Boston and Maine Railroad from 1872 until passenger service ended on the line in 1961. The fellow told me that “snow trains” brought skiers to Conway from Boston through the early 70s, but he may have been mistaken. I asked if this had been a museum, and he said yes. Founded and owned by Neil Underwood, Silver Lake Railroad opened July 7, 2007, operating from Madison Station. renamed Silver Lake Depot. Underwood restored the station which has its original features intact. Chatting with the post mistress she pointed out where the original post office was in the corner of the waiting room. Operating offering rides by donation, the Silver Lake Railroad last operated in 2017 (sorry I missed it). Underwood is selling off some of his property, rolling stock, has a barn of old cars the fellow told me, and has a diner. You may know I have been fascinated by diners since 1957 when I told Bert Parks I wanted to own one when I grew up. Still waiting to “grow up.”
But it was time to get on with my BIG ADVENTURE. Remember I shared with you the BIGGEST ZIPPER in the US, at the end of this post in July 2022? And, in Part One we discovered the Longest Covered Railroad Bridge in the US. See an education trend here for your knowledge edification? If you feel there is something ERRATIC in my behavior, there is – for GLACIAL ERRATICS – stones and boulders that were moved during the ice age, and deposited in new locations when the ice moving them melted. Now, “Did You Know That?” in moments I would be arriving in Madison to see the MADISON BOULDER – Measuring 83 feet long, 37 feet wide and 23 feet high, a rectangular granite boulder that is the largest known glacial erratic in North America. This link will bring you the state’s tri-fold with stats and history.
I turned down the back road, and then onto state property at the above sign. State dirt road not well maintained, I arrived at the parking lot and was saddened not to see two or three charter tour buses there for this BIG attraction. I parked and headed down the trail – with cane my bones advised.
WOW – but where are “250 of my new Japanese friends with their 350 cameras that were all scrambling for a place on the boat for 200” with me on the St. Lawrence on 12 October 2011? How could I show you the size as compared to me without them? My first Glacial Erratic, and my fascination, began with the rock below on Nod Hill Road apposite my grandmother’s property in Wilton, Connecticut. When I visited two years ago at least I have my car there for comparison. As a youngster I need not tell you how many times I parked my bike here trying to figure out how to climb this “little erratic.”
well, if I circle clockwise taking images of all sides, maybe, just maybe you will believe the size.
As luck would have it a man showed up holding about three cameras. Hoping he was not a serial killer out in nowhere with me, I struck up a conversation. “I am from Chicago, and whenever I come to New Hampshire I have to visit the Boulder.” He then began to tell me of an Erratic in Australia that is amazing. Figuring he would not run off with my iPhone looking at his equipment, he took a picture for me – so now you can get a feel for size. Even with removal of stuff from my spine, I am still six feet tall.
It was then different back roads to return to camp, and some reading. I packed up all the books I had brought for research for writing – and now will remember I not bring so much again since I pulled out my left arm moving them back to the car. Thursday night’s sounds were angry barking dogs across the lake, then some rain, and then extreme silence.
Sorry to disappoint you, but my adventure for Friday on the way home was NOT THE ONLY ONE IN THE US. I have been trying to find out how many. The Postal Service has 233,585 delivery routes across the United States, and I cannot find out how many exactly are by boat. Some are USPS, and other deliveries by boat are by contract, but there has been mail boat delivery on Lake Winnipesaukee for over 130 years, and I had to go. I had purchased my ticket for the 11 AM cruise, the first of two each day, each with different stops. GREAT I KEPT SEARCHING — THIS IS THE OLDEST FLOATING POST OFFICE IN THE UNITED STATES. I boarded the SOPHIE C for a two hour cruise – again sadly not three hours, and no MaryAnn (nor Ginger).
and off we went pulling away from the dock and M/V MOUNT WASHINGTON.
the captain above, and below Anne, the contract carrier “manning” her post office.
there were four delivery spots – Loon Island, Bear Island, Three Mile Island, and East Bear Island. The first stop was a drive-by to the primitive collapsing dock, and the last stop on Bear (the biggest island in the lake) the boat headed in and made a mail bag swap on a hook like done with old Railway Post Offices.
The map to the left will give you a feel from the start at Weirs Beach – bottom left. The round dot is when I secured this location shot off Bear Island
BELOW – Approaching LOON ISLAND, and the trade off
Then to Bear Island with the “post office” on the dock. A community event, Anne passed mail out and visited with residents.
next onto Three Mile Island Camp which is an outdoor experience owned and run by the Appalachian Mountain Club. There was no mail coming or going, but time to visit, this the next to last delivery day for the season.
on returning, the MOUNT WASHINGTON was heading out for its afternoon cruise.
I have visited Weirs Beach since the early 1970s when camping with the kids just up the road in Holderness. There is much history here, and I thought I would share some of the history panels that are on the pier. First the NH Veterans Association encampment building, and the history of the Laconia Motorcycle Week (Weirs Beach is part of Laconia) – remember to click to enlarge.
Home late Friday afternoon – “work catch-up” and life is good. Had things on the list for the weekend, but stayed in, read, wrote, and planned for the future. And, yes I do have things in the future to share.
Stay safe and well, and thank you for getting this far with me, love, RAY
Remember I finally had an overnight 8-9 August with a Squam Lake Cruise the second day? I told you the boat guide “… pointed out a bucolic camp – ROCKYWOLD DEEPHAVEN CAMPS, established in 1897. Now ON MY LIST, and hopefully I will be able to experience in September.” Well, I found in one of my books I had highlighted the camp and its history, but it only took me days once I returned home from that overnight to make a booking, and I am now writing from the porch of Long House lodge, just 30 feet from Squam Lake, and listening to the loons. Check in was at 4PM on Tuesday for me, and I have now been “experiencing” for 26 hours.
I planned my trip up and back as you can see lighted on the map below (well from Tilton).
The “camp” is where you see Rattlesnake Mountain marked north of Squam Lake – a two hour drive from home for me – but in typical Ray Shunpiking fashion it took me five hours to arrive at 4:02 to the grounds. Why? Well first heading up towards Newport I wanted to see a book shop Cathy and I had visited 20 years ago – believed it had closed, but I had time to check. Turning off the main road was a sign for two covered bridges – yeah.
Yes, I found the bookshop – unchanged since our visit twenty years ago, and possibly abandoned. Note dirt on the car.
but the first bridge came before the bookshop – WOW – vaguely remember it, and now will. Pier, or Chandler’s Station Bridge in Newport, NH, at 217 feet it is the longest remaining covered railroad bridge in the nation according to the sign at the entrance. It is right off the road
just to give you and idea of size for a train, I heard ATVs coming and waited to get the image below for size comparison – the second image (remember you can click my galleries for large views) shows the rail trail exiting out and along the Sugar River the bridge crosses.
I continued on looking for the second bridge, but finally gave up. Driving back, through the trees and near the Pier Bridge I spotted the Wright bridge which I learned you can only access from the rail trail.
I always am fascinated when I see what is obviously an old rail bed alongside a back road. Then it occurred to me, and I now own two books on Vermont and New Hampshire rail trails so I can learn what old railroads ran where – beware, another “hook” for Shunpiking adventures.
Part of my five hours for a two hour trip was searching for treasures, and yes, first stop I purchased 31 books for resale. You may know I am on a “blow mold” pumpkin quest even though a friend has advised I had better curb my ORANGE ORB OBSESSION – but I am selective. On Saturday I “made a good acquisition,” and now stopping at a shop in Weirs Beach I have this memory – Union Products (Leominster, MA) CARRY JACK CANDY PAIL – 7 ¼”H x 9″W, and available 2000-2006. Not old, but fits in with my collection. To discourage “pumpkin thieves” I left the fellow below as a warning to others who wish to “mess with my pumpkins” as this is the result.
In Meredith I turned on Route 25 to Moultonborough, then up through Sandwich (a must visit village) and back roads to RDC – Rockywold Deephaven Camps, and checked into 1897 (albeit with minimum electric and plumbing added). Checking in, I heading down to Long House and my “room with a view.”
I crossed along the porch, through the great room to my room right off the porch.
and, the views of Squam Lake just outside my room.
Quick history lesson from Wikipedia — Squam Lake was originally called Keeseenunknipee, which meant “the goose lake in the highlands”. The white settlers that followed shortened the name to “Casumpa”, “Kusumpy” and/or “Kesumpe” around 1779. In the early 19th century, the lake was given another Abenaki name, Asquam, which means “water”. Finally, in the early 20th century, Asquam was shortened to its present version, Squam. And now you know.
Below my room – for sleeping.
and heading to the dining hall for dinner – wonderful spread, many choices – I started with all the entrees.
It was then back on the porch, Zooming with Gary, and watching the sun go down. This second evening I sat in the dark watching the bats come out.
In the morning I headed off to the “Rock Dining Hall” for breakfast. RDC is on two peninsulas so to speak, each with cabins, lodges, and a dining hall. I choose Long House lodge for the waterfront room, but later learned the dining hall here closed after Labor Day. So off I went on what I thought was a path. Not really, so I soon returned got my car keys and eventually found the dining hall again. For someone who has a good sense of direction I have been a tad challenged – guess all the trees and perfect dirt roads “look alike.”
Exploring on the way back I found the playhouse and “camp store” and “camp story,” a museum of the camps’ history. Serendipitously the camp director, Natalie, was there and visited with me. I knew some of the history because in reading about Squam Lake I learned of a 1997 book – Roots And Recollections Century Rockywold-Deephaven – and ordered a copy to study. Ends up there are copies in the store here – I did not check if originals or reprints. Natalie headed off to a meeting, and I entered the museum -“camp story.”
In my opinion RDC is a ‘”national treasure” and a microcosm reflective of social and cultural changes over the past century as impacted by the development of the summer vacation and recreation, the automobile, war, and the civil rights movement. Adapting with the changes one can still have a feel of the early twentieth century, and as Natalie and I agreed, “not everyone gets it.”
Here is some of the history from the museum, but better yet, get the book when you visit the museum while staying.
and, then I “staked out” my spot on the porch (which I have had all to myself) with the “work” I brought, and books to read. When will I ever learn it will not all happen?
For dinner the first night, and then breakfast, I drove to the dining hall, but for lunch had asked enough folks to be able to find the path and hike along. With cane, fun through the woods but care given to roots and rocks. Fine for day, but not worth a chance at night even with a lantern (and yes Beth, I forgot to reread your email and neglected to bring a lantern or “bug juice” but bugs not been a problem for me). I arrived for lunch, with an appetite.
For a future stay with Gary, Ilana and others, I asked if there were some empty cottages I could take a look at, so the plan walking back was to look at a few. Found some perfect spots for Gary and I to “do our thing” while Ilana pedals around Squam Lake, and maybe Winnipesaukee the next day. Here is one of two ice houses. Blocks of ice are cut, stored, and delivered daily to cottages keeping an old tradition.
This is BY THE WAY cottage, and “by the way” I am ready.
But, maybe SUMMIT – housekeeping was there at the moment, but look at the porch !
and in the same area is SUNNY RIDGE – smaller, but secluded (as they all are) and the porch. Note the old ice box is just outside the door.
Rest of the day was reading, some writing, thinking about laying out my upcoming presentation, nap, dinner, reading, falling asleep, waking to moose calls – no loons this night. What could be better? Well, the BIG adventure I have planned for Thursday after lunch. Something ERRATIC, and again if you know me you have it figured out. BUT, you will have to wait for Part Two of Ray ON GOLDEN POND.
I believe I am back “out and about” – YEAH. Covid slowed us all down, back hiccups and balance have slowed me down – but I am out and again exploring as I mentioned in my last post that included Squam Lake, and a discovery there leading to another post coming soon. I have enjoyed country fairs over the years, but this year I seem to have discovered more of them, and made a point to visit them. This story will cover three fairs I attended from 18-27 August: Hardwick, Massachusetts; Cornish, New Hampshire; and Bondville, Vermont.
Some fairs I have enjoyed in the past, or just learned about, and now “on the list” – they include
Fortunately based on my interests I get some interesting links on Facebook. Not a fan of Facebook, at least seldom post there anymore, but it is a great discovery source. I believe that is how I learned of the HARDWICK (Massachusetts) COMMUNITY FAIR – self-proclaimed “The Oldest Fair in the United States.” From their history, “Brigadier General Timothy Ruggles an early settler to Hardwicke and a prominent loyalist to the King. … as speaker of the House in 1762, with Hardwicke being very prosperous, Timothy Ruggles used his position to promote a formal act of the court, establishing the first Fair to be held in his home town of Hardwick, to be known as the Hardwicke Fair. This was the equivalent of having the King grant his favor in England.” But as you read their history it has not been continuous for 261 years. Hardwick is one of those towns that you have to go there – off the “beaten path,” that is the only way. Just east of the Quabbin Reservoir on Route 32A, you will see what I mean. You have to plan to go there.
But, on my way on the major roads, I made some “major finds” for Ray. Orange Orbs caught my eye, I backed up for a yard sale, and I now own a blow mold trick or treat pail (c1960s A. J. Renzi #1100), and a newer (but amazing) lighted pumpkin (out a whole dollar). And, then a “new” tin chandelier. You may know I love Colonial tinware, this is new, on Amazon for $250, but why not for $45 at an antique shop I like to frequent. Just have to now build an addition to use it.
Each of the fairs I visited and am relating here, had their “own feel.” In Hardwick I felt I was at a welcoming town picnic where the community was out visiting their neighbors at the fair on the Common. The post office faces the Common
opposite on the Common is the ubiquitous church and Civil War memorial statue.
around the Common – just neighborhood booths sharing the spaces (please do remember you can “click” on an image in my galleries for larger views”)
at fairs I search out the community group food booths to support those organizations, and not the “commercial” food trucks or vendors. Here I think there was only the fair committee itself offering food. Driving down I decided I wanted to have the perfect sausage sandwich with grilled peppers and onions – I was not disappointed, and this time with “Mom’s Red Sauce”. I thanked Mom.
not billed as an agricultural fair, but while I was eating I watched the long, long tractor parade — no, not something I need to own, but can enjoy others enjoying “their toys.”
The historical society was next to where I enjoyed my lunch, so I headed in there next, learning this history of the fair and enjoying the exhibits.
Here is my first “first” seen here at a fair — exhibit and awards for the “1st Cutting Mixed Hay.”
in the background above you can see the scarecrow contest in the cemetery and below.
You should know that over the last 62 years I have owned nine Model A Fords, and lament selling each one. Now every time I see one, I still desire another. This 1931 Model A Ford pickup was parked along the cemetery – “I want another.” Have one in your barn you don’t need? I need it.
now for my “second first” seen at a fair — a wide variety of rabbits shared by folks who love and need rabbits as I love and need another Model A. And, after talking about them, each was put into its paces jumping along a cushioned course.
How do you beat all this fun? The next day Sunday, BLUE BELLE and I took off for the Cornish, New Hampshire Fair, started in 1949 and now 73 years old. Remember I said each fair had its own feel, and differences? Cornish was fun, and I had not remembered what my Cathy and I experienced maybe 19 years ago. Exhibit barns, multiple simultaneous agricultural contests, and a midway with more aggressive and daring rides. And, the food and souvenir vendors.
Here is the Farm Museum sponsored by the NH Antique Tractor Club which is involved with much of the fair.
you know I like “hit and miss” engines. The above is a 1928 Economy purchased new by Paul Tewksbury, and on loan from his great-grandson, Paul Tewksbury. And, then I was “flagged down” and offered some ice cream fresh from an ice cream freezer churn powered by a “hit n miss.” YUM
It appears that a necessary event at an agricultural country fair is the tractor pull. Chatting with folks I learned much – kinda fun to watch even if you do not know the contestants and classes – by weight I believe.
this was a pretty intense conversation – I only caught about half of the conversation.
I also learned there is more than one way to get to a country fair.
also new to me was the chain saw competition. Many different ways they were competing and many different rules. Fun to watch, trust me, I will not be competing.
In many spots around the grounds were hand-written notes on 8 1/2 by 11 sheets of paper – Lasagna Dinner at the school – sponsored by the Masonic Lodge – $13 with salad, drink, bread, and ice cream desert. Remember above I said I would prefer to support a non-profit group instead of a commercial vendor? Well, that was my choice, and asking one of the cart drivers on the ground where the school was she said, “hop in I will take you.” Yes, uneven ground and I did carry a cane – not abusing it, but was easier.
It was just right, and nice in the school, sitting down with only a few other folks.
A crowd sat on a hillside listening to a group – they really did sound like Fleetwood Mac.
and, on leaving I strolled out through the midway, and checked out the cows.
On the way home I wanted to re-explore Crescent Lake, and the Cold River that I wrote about this month in my history article, DID YOU KNOW THAT…? in my newspaper – THE WALPOLE CLARION, September issue, page 8. Checking the maps, I found where the old 2nd New Hampshire Turnpike headed south from Claremont, and off I went on a road, “new to me,” but over 200 years old. I arrived at the lake
then trying to find a certain secluded spot with a waterfall I headed to South Acworth. Here is the bridge across the Cold River, but I did not find the spot I wanted. Notice the shale rock.
exploring back roads (of which there are few) in the area, I found this washout from the July flooding.
Following the river to Walpole, built in 1869, the McDermott Bridge spans the Cold River in Langdon, and is visible from Route 123A, just north of Vilas Pool Park. Below the bridge, and a view of the Cold River.
And, then BLUE BELLE and I returned home, awaiting the coming weekend, and the Bondville (Vermont) Fair, attending, Sunday, 27 August.
The 225th Bondville fair, this is a very small family friendly fair with a small midway appealing to younger riders, a couple animals, and the ubiquitous tractor pull. BUT a special reason for why I needed to go, and finally got there after missing for a number of years. My longest time friend, Mimsy, who I knew from pre-kindergarten, she and I visited Bondville several times during her visits. Her grandparents owned a summer home on the hill across the road from the grounds, and she would visit them. This trip was for her. So glad I went, I love traveling the area, and this was a comforting stop on my outing. BLUE BELLE was not so sure when challenged to the tractor pull.
the small and calm midway and food and vendor tents
only two exhibit buildings
some nice music from some geriatrics
and, four small “token” animals for a small fair – well, I did not take a picture of the newborn piglets.
and, again, I sat for another interesting tractor pull. BLUE BELLE registered, but did not weigh enough.
And, I guess that is it with this post. RAY RECOMMENDS – find and attend one country fair, if not more. This is true Americana at its best.
Cannot wait until my next adventure – stay tuned the end of next week, luv, RAY
I have long gotten out of the process of taking off on a whim and exploring – COVID affected us all in different ways, I got “out of practice,” enough said. But my armchair traveling happens every day and I save ideas from emails I receive and things I stumble into on-line or in my readings. A railroad museum in Maine, Adirondacks, Hudson River, have all been under consideration. I make notes, struggle, and weigh ideas. Couple days ago a plan developed – Polar Caves, and Squam Lake Cruise with an overnight. Most places full, I found a vacancy at The Federal House Inn in Plymouth, NH.
Many options for the 1 and 1/2 hour drive – it took me seven hours, and as usual I did not accomplish an original goal – but you know that means unplanned discoveries along the way. Check your maps, plan was from New London, NH, to Routes 11 to 4 to 106 and Bristol for an antiquing stop. I stopped at Sunapee Harbor – again need to get back.
On the map I saw two covered bridges I had not before visited – so the planned first stop at the intersection of 4A and 11. Spotting the bridge and pulling in I realized usually I am heading the opposite direction, and Bridge 16 is a tad hidden coming from the north.
Cilleyville / Bog Bridge, built in 1887, this bridge spans Pleasant Brook. It was bypassed in 1959 and restricted to foot traffic (but now totally blocked off). The bridge was the model for murals of typical New Hampshire scenes which were once located in the State House in Concord. Style is town lattice truss, 53 feet long.
Driving east on Route 4 toward Andover and Bridge 15, through the trees I spotted a Victorian train station – again never would have seen coming from the east. Of course, I swung into the side road into Potter Place.
but just across the tracks I spotted this and crossed to look.
The grave site of Richard Potter (1783–1835), and from my visits to Old Sturbridge Village I knew who he was. An early magician and ventriloquist, Richard Potter moved to Andover in 1815. Extremely popular and successful, even more interesting life when you know he was Black. Do enlarge the gallery below and read about him.
worth pulling in to see the small village, train and freight station and couple streets. Having a good sense of direction, I figured I could drive down the “Main Street” and eventually find the other closed end of Bridge 16.
Back down Depot Road to Route 4, for the first time I saw the state sign for Bridge 15 – of course on Dead End Bridge Street (also called Lorden Road). Coming to the bridge.
Not often are there no sides, and can see all the trusses, so that is below. Above you can see the old railroad bridge to the left – now a great rail trail.
This is Keniston Bridge, built in 1882, over the Blackwater River. The bridge’s name came from a prominent family that lived for many years in one of the old homesteads in town. The bridge has been damaged only once, in 1972, when ice tore off several planks. The bridge was rehabilitated by the town in 1981. Town lattice truss; 64 feet long.
Heading up to Bristol I found the great antique shop I stopped at a few years back vacant, but since it was after 12 PM I decided to go to the Bristol Diner for lunch – you should by now know me and old diners. WELL – STOP. My Philly Style Hamburger and onion rings was $10.95, AND three times the food and less cost than the lunch I had with a friend at “Fathers” across the river from home on Tuesday. I had only been at “Fathers” once before for breakfast, and not impressed. I told the fellow I was with I have for decades judged a place by their Western Sandwich. Not sure if I would grade my lunch 2 or 3 on a scale of 10, but do not plan to try again. The drive to Bristol Diner better.
My planned route from Bristol to Polar Caves was up the west shore of Newfound Lake, first stopping at Sculptured Rocks Geological Site and Natural Area State Park. You may know that I have become fascinated with geology in the area. But first I stumbled (again) into the Cardigan Country Store – and you know I love old general stories, so stopped again.
I loved the drive up along Newfound Lake which reaches a depth of 183 feet, one of the deepest lakes in New Hampshire, and considered by some to be among the cleanest lakes in the world, My image here does not do it justice.
I arrived at Sculptured Rocks Natural Area in Groton. It is a 272-acre geology-oriented nature preserve featuring its namesake, the Sculptured Rocks, which are a series of narrow, sharply carved rock formations that are a popular local swimming hole. Worth a visit, but this balance challenged lad will not be found scrambling down and plunging into the water as you can see below some folks were doing.
Well over six hours drive into my original destination – Polar Caves, only an hour and a half drive – I arrived. I had been rethinking the rocky hikes, particularly after just visiting Sculpture Rocks, and in a lovely chat with the lady at the Country Store, she reaffirmed the challenges. So, I visited the gift shop (not impressed), and to prove I made it took this image of a family taking an obligatory family outing picture – I think it tells a nice story.
Sorry, this is getting to be a long post of maybe 24 waking hours. I arrived at my B&B, and in the course of conversation with Kevin, the owner, ends up thirty years after I left my home town for college, he lived around the corner from my childhood home. SMALL WORLD and we had fun. Remember that lunch? I never even went out to eat – Kevin laid out some great cookies – I had three. My room below was quite comfortable.
Do you think I had a great day? I did. Think I can top it? I did. Hope you continue on with me for discovery and a “new love.”
In the evening I spent three hours in the library reflecting on the day, reading, and son, David, Face-Timed me. I visited with Kevin and another couple – such fun. How many times have you received an advance breakfast menu at a B&B? Never, I bet, I haven’t. Amazing breakfast, and worth the trip back. I think Kevin substituted a crab cake under the lobster for the muffin. Could be wrong, but think that is what he said.
Not wanting to “miss the boat” I departed at 10AM for my 11AM cruise on Squam Lake.
I am again “in love” – this time with Squam Lake. Think “On Golden Pond” – time to watch the movie again. The cruises are offered by the Squam Lakes Natural Science Center and I now “highly recommend” this outing. I will have to return to tour the center. I arrived about a half hour early, chatted with folks, and went to board. First below, looking down at the tour boat, and then back to the “office.”
a map of the 90 minute tour (not three hours, and no MaryAnn). Dock is in Little Squam Lake (lower left corner) which we entered before turning back and touring Squam Lake.
Casting off we first headed under the Route 113 bridge into Little Squam Lake passing these boathouses.
Then looking back to the bridge and few shops, on the right is a boat business. During the filming of On Golden Pond some actors had a fight, one took off and smashed a boat into the brown building in the center of the image. It was captured on film by the crew on the bridge and worked into the movie, Tony our driver and guide told us. Tony was great and I wish I could remember all he shared during the trip.
Then it was off to enter Squam Lake, passing these boat houses.
As I recall this is the Squam Mountain Range – amazing in all 360 degrees.
Church Island – Sunday services, weddings, and peaceful outing location.
Tony pulled up to a comic canoe race (below) that was about to begin. I believe it was another spot along the shoreline, but he pointed out a bucolic “camp” – ROCKYWOLD DEEPHAVEN CAMPS, established in 1897. Now ON MY LIST, and hopefully I will be able to experience in September.
another island, and we were lucky to see a pair of the famous loons.
Did I say I was “in love” again? YES – and I look forward to booking a cabin at ROCKYWOLD DEEPHAVEN CAMPS, and taking another Squam Lake Cruise. Just over an hour ago I received an email from the Squam Lakes Natural Science Center asking me how I liked the cruise, and to please fill out the survey or send an email. Well, you know that I will email with praise, and a link to this post. I will be back.
But then it was off home, but not directly, of course. Stops for antiquing, but sadly even more places I used to visit are now closed. But I discovered one on a road I had not been to before, and the owner “made me buy” (remember my 1957 RCA Victor Art Deco TV last week?) a Pennsylvania Railroad Torch lamp. Not sure if a signal, or to heat and thaw frozen equipment, but now a memory and treasure of this trip. And then at the Laconia Antique Center I had to buy (since never saw before) the 1979 game NEW ENGLAND TOWN MEETING GAME. Looks like fun, another treasured memory. I will play the game, but it may be useful in one of my upcoming projects, or as a town official training aid. Click the image to see the full box cover.
The Laconia Antique Center is in an old department store building and they have preserved the lunch counter, which I must share below.
I forgot how much fun, and how much I can accomplish in 33 hours away (and almost eight of those hours were sleeping)
My last planned stop for this overnight was based upon a New York Times article from June 16, 2003 – year correct – yes twenty years ago, not two months ago. I have another project in the works, hopefully to be accomplished in March 2024, but at worst April 2024. Something had happened in Northfield, New Hampshire, in 1995, and I needed to find the location.
While at Northwestern, high school friend, Leland, visited me one weekend in 1966. His quest – find the grave of Al Capone. Where do you start in Chicago pre-internet days? Well, you walk into the Field Museum of Natural History, go to the information counter and ask. Not only did the gentleman know which cemetery, he told us where to find the grave itself. Since then I have always had the good fortune when asking my offbeat questions to obtain the answer to my query from the first person approached. Again, it did not fail.
Arriving in Northfield, I was looking for the Town Hall, but seeing a police car, followed it to the station (remember, besides Town Halls, Police Stations and Post Offices are great sources of information). But the officer got to the door before I had parked. The sign there said, public entrance around front. I get there, sign says hours are until 3PM – it is about 3:20, I peer in the window glass, dark and see no one. Walking away I hear the door open, and a voice call out, “May I help you?”
I explained my quest to Officer Harris. Happening long before she was probably on the force, the event did spark a memory, and she suggested where I look – just down the road in fact. She said if she found out otherwise she would be happy to call me. I gave her my phone number, but also email address – you know me “email person.” Well, below is the spot – Exit 19 northbound ramp off I-93. I was hoping there would be a plaque commemorating the importance of this man-made marsh; but, alas, there was not, nor any “wildlife” present. Here is the marsh.
Well, bless her, Officer Holly Harris (Detective Sergeant / Juvenile Officer) emailed me confirming she had directed me to the right spot. Thanking her, I said I would send a link to this post when done, to which she replied, “Awesome, thank you!” And the fun, and nice times with others continue. Update 14 August – Holly just emailed me saying, “… I didn’t know about the boat tour on Squam Lake. I will have to check it out someday. … [and] Thanks for the shout out in your article!”
Well – hope you got this far – I am off in 45 minutes for a tour of Scott Farm, then home “to work” and later share this with you – stay safe and well, as always, luv, RAY
Quick PS — enjoyed my tour of Scott Farm given by Jeremy. Scott Farm is owned by Landmark Trust USA, which you know owns five amazing properties that I have stayed at multiple times. I learned a great deal about the farm. The Stone Trust (a separate group) is located on the farm, and in their class space under the old cow barn I saw this helpful sign. I have seen these helpful points elsewhere before, but being able to capture an image felt that in my quest to educate you, I must share – ENJOY
Not two weeks ago I told you how my explorations in Chesterfield, NH, came about from a 1976 booklet. Today’s four plus hour exploration came about from a TV news piece. But the genesis came earlier, and I will explain later on below. Today’s destination – Goshen, New Hampshire – population 800.
Look at your NH maps — all back roads (throw me in that “briar patch”) – and I decided to head to Alstead then 123A to the turn up the hill to Acworth. I need to again spend time relaxing at Vilas Pool, but I knew the recent rains again were not kind to the area.
the spillway and bridge again held, but immediately downstream, not so good – remember you can “click my galleries” for larger views.
Route 123A had many side washouts with pylons marking temporary repairs. I turned left to climb the hill to Acworth Common, only to find my planned route “Road Closed.” So, took the adjoining route – well, was in general direction I desired. Ended up traversing the southern shore of Crescent Lake in Acworth and Unity. Here is the lake – many nice possible views on the south road.
I never was a Boy Scout, but know usually where the sun’s location is a help, so guessing the correct turns, and ended up in Unity – don’t think I had been there before. Perfect Meeting House.
You may realize (and should) that in the last almost year I have become fascinated with “Blow Molds” and have acquired a few special ones. Well, fortunately when turning around to capture the above image I saw a small snow-mobile shop. I have posted this image on the Facebook page “Blow Mold Nation” and expect it to go viral.
Finally I ended up at an intersection with Route 10 in Goshen (never have been totally lost), which is a tad south of Newport (New Hampshire not Rhode Island). Another perfect meeting house, and mill river spot — yes Route 10 here is known as Mill Village Road.
And, my destination – The Old Man’s Junk – and in the parking lot an Airstream. I sent the Airstream image immediately to Scott and Betty suggesting a NH retirement plan.
Now THE BACKSTORY to today’s outing. A couple weeks ago my 11 year old grandson visited with my daughter on their way back to NJ. Chatting on the porch, only an 11 year old would ask what I am hiding in a chest. No one has ever asked before – maybe fortunately. If the truth were known there could be incarceration.
Well, a week later my grandson received a package with a body part – I will stop there. He was thrilled. Then, earlier this week a news brief on WMUR said Goshen would be profiled. I usually never watch those pieces, but did this time, and The Old Man’s Junk was mentioned. Checking their Facebook site there was an image of a “crock” devouring a body. I sent that image to my grandson, but had to visit to see “for real.” Here is “for real.”
But, I “flipped out” in the back building. You know the last couple years thanks to COVID, I have pursued vintage “canned ham” camping trailers, and collected the appropriate accessories – strangely all RED. There it was – a vintage RED portable RCA Victor TV – price $55. The shop owner was nearby and I asked him about it. He said, “how about $40?” — HE MADE ME BUY IT. But I asked him to load it into BLUE BELLE.
Fortunately a friend “begged off” on joining in on this adventure. Good for her, because she would have had to walk home.
Getting home the research began, and I now own a 1957 RCA Victor Model 14-S 7070 portable TV. Paid a good price, a wide range, but could be yours for a six-hundred dollar bill. I have found working models for around $1500, and will see if I can get this checked out and working. Another thought is to pull out and save the “guts” and install a screen to feed video into. You see, I am giving up on living with a vintage “canned ham” (LADYRAB III Currently is for sale), but planning a vintage 1950s decor (and mostly red) addition to the bookshop. Below some of my “vintage retro red pieces” for your enjoyment, and my new “prize”.
I love doing these short posts to share – a four hour trip, and four hours reliving in writing and illustrating – “too much fun.” But I owe you posts on longer trips, and just do not get to them due to the number of images and experiences. One of my “RAYISMS” – “IF I CREATED THE PRESSURE I CAN ELIMINATE IT.” So, I have to stop beating myself up not completing:
July 2023 – St. Lawrence Seaway stops and locks 2019 – trip by ship from Chicago to NYC – still owe you Hudson River and on 2019 – left you hanging on returning on Amtrak from the west coast a great time in Pittsburgh and, possibly more – I have files of notes to share.
Thank you so much for “hanging in there with me,” I truly hope you enjoy what I share, and possibly plan your own adventures as a result. Stay safe and well, luv, RAY
Shunpiking with Ray 