SIX DECADES — 18-21 OCTOBER 2024

Posted on November 6, 2024 by Ray Boas

Where do I begin? I am so behind in documenting my adventures “to remember and to share,” in fact going back to mid-2023. But, a little plaque that has been on my desk for over five decades says, “THE BEST WAY TO GET SOMETHING DONE – IS TO BEGIN.” So, here goes, at least from well over a week ago, and hopefully working back since I have some great adventures photographed and documented to share for your enjoyment and possibly doing yourself.

I live in the present, and not in the past — but sometimes it is nice to revisit the past and the memories. I was last in my hometown three years ago – A TRIP TO WILTON, CONNECTICUT – 15-16 OCTOBER 2021 – for a memorial service, but now a more joyous and reflective time – a high school reunion (the title may give an idea of the time that has passed). As you will see, I re-experienced a great deal and my TIMING WAS PERFECT to complete the cycle. Of a class of about 143 (if I remember correctly) about 22 of us said we would come. Hey, I am alive and (I think) look good – so I had to go, and an excuse to re-explore. I drove south on Friday October 18th for the reception that evening. The next event was dinner on Saturday, so off I was to explore and “relive.”

This writing will be reflective, and give you insight to “what makes Ray tick” and do what he does. You may know that books are a big part of my life (a very big part). I first haunted antique shops while riding my bicycle on my favorite US Route 7 (almost before there were cars on it – at least not the traffic of today). And, yes I bought books. Starting in 7th grade I had the opportunity to start working in the town library shelving books. I also was offered a spot on the 7th grade basketball team. “But, coach,” I exclaimed, “I will be working and miss some practices due to my job.” “You have to make a choice young man,” he replied. Yes, books over basketball, and $1.50 for one and a half-hours work after school two nights a week. Of course I have all my records to substantiate my library choice.

Done work I would wait for my Dad to pick me up in Wilton Center (retail now relocated further south). I sat here on this stone wall waiting for him. On the left used to be the entrance to the Village Market where my teddy’s bear’s head fell off when I was maybe five.

The main retail was in the Barringer Block (built in 1936) to my right from where I sat. I would stop in Stiver’s Drug Store (in the space on the left) to check out the 10 cent comics and treat myself to two nickel rolls of Lifesavers – I would get Butterscotch and Peppermint to savor together.

Above — Two doors to the right was Boyd’s Toys and Stationery (yes, several purchases over the years). Two more doors down a bank (I got Savings Passbook Number 2 – yes of course still have it). Two left windows on second floor was my dentist.

Below looking up from my perch on the stone wall watching for my Dad come down the hill. Building on right was post office — where from age six on I would buy commemorative stamps to collect. Later a shopping area was built behind and below – post office moved there, and I followed.

And, I previously shared Center School where I was interned for Kindergarten through 4th grade. Now offices, the right side (which included the offices where my mother worked as school secretary) was removed ages ago as driveways were changed over the years. Clearer maybe in the rear view.

I have an uncanny knack (often) for timing — and Saturday and Sunday were perfect for me – I also got over the reticence of knocking on doors unannounced. Driving up Nod Hill Road, below is the old farmhouse (with large new addition to the rear) that my grandparents bought in 1926. Barn was across the street, and close to 200 acres – but that is another story. Until my Dad built our house in 1948-49, I lived in the barn in the summer, and this house in the winter. Saving you some reading time, ask me sometime about the porch and what my grandmother did when they staked out where to put in polls for telephone and power.

I have driven by the home my Dad built on 15 Partrick Lane in 1948-49 many times over the years on land my grandparents bought. I stopped this time, and knocked only disturbing the dog. I then drove to the end of the road. What my Dad built is the small part on the left with the gable facing out, and a separate two car garage.

I continued on to Boas Lane that my grandmother developed, and took yet another image of Vanity Plate and Sign.

And, for the first time I drove down the drive at the end to the family barn my grandmother moved a good distance when she opened this land. Knocking on the door, no one answered, but I left a note asking if they would like pictures I took when the barn was moved, maybe 1957 or 58. (after a week or so, the owner, Sam Halsey, called me. He (age 91) and his wife are still in the “barn” having purchased from my grandmother over 60 years ago.

driving back there was a fellow walking. He built one of the homes on my family’s land. We shared stories and history — so many things I may be the only one who knows, so I have to share. BUT – going back down the slight hill on Partrick Lane where I rode my soap-box racers there was a fellow in my old drive — I STOPPED – Ross and I chatted, and chatted. He was a friend of the new owners, and I shared and shared, he promising to share with the owners, who later emailed me. With him I went to one of my FORTS — the land level had been raised (almost three feet), probably in a septic field rebuilding. More of the rocks were exposed 70 years ago keeping me safe during Indian attacks. I usually won – well, I am still here.

below is where the family barn was originally located across Nod Hill Road from the farmhouse. As I recall my Dad told me he either built or restored the well house. Barn was to the left – tall pine I do remember being big 70 years ago – bigger trunk now.

three years ago I also shared my bus stops where I waited. Roads widened now, some rocks where I sat removed – did I say I do not like change? – Remember you can “click” my galleries for larger images.

and the house my Dad built on Nod Hill Road (AD) across from the entrance to Partrick Lane. Hidden mostly by trees now, my grandfather planted many acres of pines in the early 30s – killed by a blight in the 1970s. The garage you see is a recent addition.

It was probably this rock on Nod Hill Road that began my fascination with Glacial Erratics – not on our former land, but across the road from where my Dad built a pond for my Grandmother that two lots sat on. And, on the hill (probably smaller now than when I maybe 10) sat my “mica mine.”

Then, back down towards Wilton Center stopping at Hillside Cemetery on Ridgefield Road (Route 33) for the Boas plot with my grandparents and Dad.

and, back to the Norwalk Inn for the Saturday night dinner and celebration …you may recognize the fellow, third from the left.

this group shot was posted on the class’s Facebook page

A lovely evening, nice conversation, and period appropriate DJ. With no reunion plans for Sunday, I had plans of my own to work my way back north to New Preston – the former home of RAY BOAS, BOOKSELLER, and my late-bride, Cathy. But, first I stopped at the famous ELEPHANT’S TRUNK Flea Market in New Milford. I had a great time both evenings with my best high school friend, Phil and his wife. Learning they had a large booth there – my plan was to stop and see them, I sat with them, and did walk around some searching (yes six books were acquired). May I say, and I can, watching Phil and Pat chat with the crowd, and how they had things displayed and priced — they could give classes on how to be a successful flea marketeer.

Off I headed north on US Route 7 (I will tell you again and again sections are my favorite road in the US). Traveling in BELZEBUTH as a 16 and 17 year old (learn more about BELZEBUTH and her later siblings at — Welcome AUNTIE MYRTLE) I would stop at an old barn full of cars in Garlordsville, and swing over to a little antique shop. Under restoration I took a look at the old hotel in Merwinsville, alongside the railroad tracks of course.

Then back toward Route 7 passing this building with the antique shop, and the “monument” across the street. There used to be a sign on the building, but you may wish to click this link and read about Jan Pol’s SPITE HOUSE.

Did I say antique shop above? Yes, even as a 16 year old I bought what spoke to me — the below toy fire truck spoke to me – $4 in crayon still written on the back – yes, of course I have had it 62 years.

Driving north, Kent was packed with leaf-peepers, but I continued north towards Cornwall looking for a certain unmarked turn. Above you saw the farm house my grandfather, Ernest, bought in 1926. In 1927 his sister, Helene Yampolsky, bought remote property on a remote road. I remember as (guessing) a seven year old an exciting visit there, touring the house and outbuilding where Franz, Ernest and Helene’s father, had a study. The home had many, many items Franz brought back from his anthropological trips to British Columbia. I knew the road was somewhere near a fun Glacial Erratic, and there it was.

and, driving up the hill — there was the house. When Cathy and I were in New Preston and my Dad and Uncle visited we made a nostalgic trip. The home vacant, I took their picture under a tree they remembered as a stick decades ago. Cathy and I often drove up the hill so I could show her the house and reminisce wondering if it was still in the family, finding it always vacant.

and on the opposite side of the road is the garage/shed and studio on the lower level – ALAS there was a car parked there, I turned around pulled up to the house, and got out. A fellow obviously saw me and started walking out. I called out, “are you a Yampolsky?” He replied, “are you a Boas?” Those of you who know how to figure, he and I are what second cousins how many times removed? I remember my Dad talking about his cousins, guessing his grandparents. Oh my, a weekend of perfect timing continuing.

too much fun — we toured the house – exactly as I remembered it 70 years ago – I cannot believe it made that much of an impression. In chatting we realized we met 40 years ago on a Boas-Hunt reunion in Alert Bay, BC, Canada. Franz Boas worked with George Hunt over the years. We eventually went down to the studio/study Franz Boas used.

entering the door, exactly as I remembered it (but maybe my Dad and Uncle snuck in when we stopped). Just think, Franz may have sat in this chair.

great fun for both of us. Heading down the hill, I turned north, and yes, just on the bend was the Glacial Erratic I remembered as my marker.

I headed back down Route 7 to Bull’s Bridge, and turned left over the hills to New Preston – probably 23-24 years since on that fun hilly route. Plan was to check into the Hopkins Inn on Lake Waramaug where we had many a lunch on the patio overlooking the lake. The plan to next drive around the 600 acre plus lake that went over my waterfall at Ray Boas, Bookseller. And, then getting better at “dropping in” I hoped to see neighbors I had not seen in 20 years.

driving around the lake counterclockwise I saw the state park I stayed several times (BC – “Before Cathy” but she had stayed there more than 20 years before with her family – she served as outhouse inspector) when I started buying books in the area in 1991-1992 before taking space in a book co-op there. Gary joined me camping here once. And, below the campground and view of the lake from there.

I knocked on Ron and Libby’s door. Thrilled, we had a great visit. My former neighbors, now in their 80s, had not aged a bit. It was then around the corner to the former home and shop of RAY BOAS, BOOKSELLER, with much horticultural improvement by now owners Anne and Rich.

Cathy and I owned the waterfall and most of the “mill pond” the town owning the dam. Twenty-five years ago I recommended that the leaks in the dam be sealed using hydraulic cement as was used in the caissons building the Brooklyn Bridge. But, alas, what does a bookseller know about engineering, and no one listened to me, thus the current status below in the image on the right.

and, some views on the down river side of my former waterfall.

SHUNPIKING and BACK ROADING
EXPLORATION and THREADS THROUGHOUT MY LIFE

Growing up there was a large road map of Wilton on a basement wall above my Dad’s desk. One summer my mother decided we would explore each road. My friend Phil, who you met above, and I rallied sports cars in high school (well full disclosure we participated in VWs or his 1957 Ford – which we slid off the road once onto the left side and me in his lap). We explored back roads on those events, often with unique twists. And then I was out and about in BELZEBUTH exploring and even on camping trips through Maine, Vermont and New Hampshire (close to Walpole, but never “downtown”). One of those rallies we had to find clues in various rocky locations including an abandoned railroad tunnel from the Shepaug, Litchfield and Northern Railroad that ran through the now Steep Rock Park along the Shepaug River just miles from where Cathy and I lived. I CANNOT BELIEVE that during the seven years we lived there I did not re-explore the tunnel. After that one rally Phil and I drove back in BELZEBUTH – he remembered that trip and the large ice blocks in the tunnel. Here BELEZUTH wanted to go through.

FINALLY – over 60 years later I carefully drove along the small dirt road along the Shepaug River (RAB highly recommends a trip) to a parking lot (well dead end with room for a few cars to park) I looked around and found a small sign high on a tree pointing TUNNEL Off I carefully hiked soon getting to the entrance – terrain a tad different 60 plus years later – remember I drove here before.

Walking out the south end of the tunnel with the river right ahead

and then turning around

back to the north entrance

and back out — remember this “train roadbed” I drove on in 1962.

about to get dark and time to slide back to the Hopkins Inn for dinner. Maybe getting cooler, but for nostalgia I ate on the patio – memories kept me warm.

Not bad – only taking me 16 days to complete my “writing to remember” and now “to share.” I will be working back on sharing my adventures with you all the way back to sailing the St. Lawrence River summer 2023. Stay tuned for my notices or posts, or if seeing this for the first time “sign up” to get notices if you wish. Never an obligation to read, buy you may get an idea or two for your own adventure.

Thank you, stay well, luv, RAY

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“AUNTIE MYRTLE” — Moved in at Last  — 1 November 2024

Posted on November 2, 2024 by Ray Boas

You know I am over a year behind in documenting and sharing my adventures, but they are “on the list.” But, now I must give you this adventure first. Actually this adventure began on June 29, 2024 (do visit that post of 29 June 2024,) — well, actually this adventure and ultimate adoption began back in 1962 – yes 62 years ago. On June 29th I attended a festival in Andover, NH, where I found a rack card advertising the  THE ICE HOUSE Museum in New London, NH. which ended up being a bonus on the way home. I had heard of the museum, but it had slipped my memory. Essentially a car museum spread across about five buildings there are many fascinating collections interspersed – RAY RECOMMENDS A MUST VISIT THERE.

Welcoming visitors was Ashley, a member of the museum’s board. We chatted cars – and my relationship with so many in the museum that my Dad had owned. She said her mother may someday be selling her 1930 Model A Ford Roadster – I expressed an interest. Ashley’s mother drove in later on, and we talked Model As some more, they promising me they would let me know when/if they made a decision.

When I joined my son and grandson in Canaan July 13 for the go-kart races I emailed Ashley if I could stop and see their “A.” “No,” she replied, “we will not be around at that time.” So, meant to be, and I figured when ready, hopefully Ashley will email. October 1, I get Ashley’s email, “Mom is ready,” I reply and she sends the image below the next day – we make a date for Saturday October 5. I head up north an hour with a friend – and cash – and made the perfect purchase – no way I could resist.

Often a “slight hiccup.” I planned to drive her home, but alas, starting fine in the morning she resisted after 2 pm when we were there. Obviously she had another idea. So, Ray starts to figure out how to move to Dr. Dewey to resolve whatever hesitancy “she” had. But, my October schedule was not conducive to a resolution, so a couple days ago I decided to have AAA just bring her home to “44” for hibernation until the spring. That will work, says Ashley for “Auntie Myrtle.” “Auntie Myrtle?” You know my possessions with four wheels are named – PERFECT – and learning that “Auntie Myrtle” had been in the family for over 60 years, “Auntie Myrtle” she remains.

Friday, 1 November, still a crazy schedule and phone calls back and forth with towing companies once AAA changed vendors. I was sitting on the front steps. Well, time to go inside back to “work.” Always the case, as I am getting up, what appears?

and backing down the drive

and a fantastic driver positioning to roll right into “Auntie Myrtle’s” stall in my stable – next to BLUE BELLE and with CORNELIA to the side. You can click the small images for a larger view.

time to acclimate awaiting Dr. Dewey and fun, fun, and more fun.

But why Ray? Well, you may know that threads run through my wonderful life. I grew up with my Dad’s old cars and exploring barns. I rode my bike on US 7 poking in antique shops (and buying books among others things that spoke to me). And, I finally convinced my Dad shortly after I got my driver’s license to sell me a 1929 Model A Ford Roadster he was planning to “flip.”

Yes, my father’s son. I have all of his license plates, and on my wall I have all the license plates I have had on my cars. Of the 29 on the wall below, eight (8) have been on my various Model As.

The beginning – December 10, 1962 – I named her BELZEBUTH (a Brazilian spider monkey – it just came to me)

My favorite image of BELZEBUTH is in West Cornwall, Connecticut, just over the Covered Bridge crossing the Housatonic River, and off my favorite stretch of my favorite road – US Route 7.

Below is twenty years later, just before I sadly sold her (for the second time, but that is another story) on November 7, 1982.

Make sure you start counting the number of As I have had of the 4,858,644 that Henry made between 1927 and 1932. 

Number 2 came January 11, 1965, halfway through my freshman year at Northwestern. BELZEBUTH was in Connecticut, so I bought this original 1928 Tudor Sedan south of Chicago. At spring break I drove her east – replaced a head gasket in Ohio, and barely made it up Nod Hill Road in Wilton. The rings were so shot there was no compression to climb “Nod Hill.” How do I get back to school? My Dad had just finished a 1931 Model A Cabriolet which he let me drive out and back – not mine so do not count it. I sold the Tudor shortly later to my brother.

Home that summer I bought a running 1930 Tudor Sedan from friend Leland on June 17, 1965. No interior, I recall we ran it around the woods pushing small trees down while sitting on milk crates for seats. My plan was to make it into a popcorn “truck” and serve popcorn out the back windows (remember corn has been popping though my life as well). Plan never materialized, my Dad sold the car to Bruce who owned Toll House antiques at the Covered Bridge in West Cornwall. I kept the radiator shell to make a shadow box for my Models of Yesteryear – but alas, never doing so, sold the shell last year (2023) after having it 58 years.

Don’t worry – number four came along real quick. Leland was going to school in Oskaloosa, Iowa, and had bought a 1930 Fordor “Blind Back” sedan, but decided to sell it to me. I went out to Iowa in my 1956 Chevy Two Door hardtop (wish I had kept it – about 70K today) and towed her back to Evanston October 15, 1965. Getting hard to keep “all balls in the air” between school and Navy ROTC cruises, this car departed my life May 20, 1966 (trust you keep similar records of your automobiles – at least collectible ones).

Still counting? Stay with me, do not loose track. Cathy and I married in May of 1995, and moved to New Preston, CT, with our bookshop on top of the waterfall. I thought it would be fun to have a Model A pickup parked outside with a sign advertising the shop. Cathy always encouraged me to get what I would like to have (and she as well was encouraged to do the same). A customer we were chatting with mentioned a pick-up for sale. We contacted the caretaker for the owner, and on a buying trip to NH for books first stopped near Hartford at an airport finding our pickup under the wing of one of the last DC-3s made. First purchase of that trip made March 5, 1997, and delivered a week later.

Never really used the pick-up – but at least I have owned one. Ebay was now coming into its own, and I saw a rare 1931 Model A Two-Door Phaeton — my Dad restored one and I enjoyed driving it. It was pricey, but we headed to nearby New Milford to look. Guess what? Next to it was a 1930 Roadster that had come out of a barn near where we lived, restored by one fellow, sold to this other fellow, and now became ours September 26, 2001. Knowing it was to happen we sold the pick-up a few days before on September 21, 2001.

Yes, “A” number six, and where did we drive to right away? The West Cornwall Covered Bridge, placing her in the same spot BELZEBUTH posed in 39 years earlier.

This Roadster moved with us to New Hampshire, and enjoyed Old Home Day Parades, as well as taking two brides to their weddings.

In early 2010 I finally purchased a 1958 TR3A, having wanted one since my neighbor bought a new for his son when I was growing up. A former customer in CT had been begging me for years to buy my roadster, and I gave in August 20, 2010, and she went back home to Connecticut.

Sadly, pining for another Model A, and thinking I needed to buy one, the hunt was on again, this time for a Tudor Sedan to die with. Ebay had one in Connecticut – owner and I emailed and planned a visit hours later. My small town bank did not have enough cash on hand (really I did not need much, but alas), I took what they had and drove south. Negotiations made, I had a Tudor, and delivery shortly by the former owner.

And, as I saw, and adopted her in Connecticut December 14, 2013. You still counting? Number 7.

coming home, she joined BLUE BELLE and BLACK BEAUTY – stable complete !

well, not used as much as I should have (but at least passed dozens of times a day in the stable), and not to mention bending with arthritis and back problems into the drivers seat, she headed to New York State September 19, 2018. Goodbye Number 7.

But wait — I just cannot live without a Model A Ford. I had thought that was it, but awakening one morning – actually March 19, 2019 (slightly late birthday present) and looking at Facebook Marketplace for Model A Fords — WELL you guessed it – a 1929 Roadster down in Charlton, Massachusetts next to my favorite Sturbridge and OSV. We exchanged messages, I hopped in the “new” car, and Number 8 was mine.

Yes, I drove her home — and made it – only to find later that the upgrade to a 12 volt system caused some ignition problems – Dr. Dewey to the rescue.

You still keeping track? Number 8 had some incorrect features with its “restoration” – but at least I had another 1929 Roadster. But, again not using her sufficiently I decided someone else should enjoy her. My Facebook Marketplace post got the perfect response – a young lady wanting to treat her dying Dad with an “A” arrived with trailer and cash, and away she went on June 28, 2021. Guess I will die without a Model A Ford.

Did I say back and bending problems? With that I did not drive BLACK BEAUTY for almost three years, and a month ago she went to Maine — again to an older gentleman with health problems thanks to Vietnam. He as well wanted to “relive his youth.” It was the right transition, but left a hole in my garage.

But, then as I related above, a serendipitous meeting a few months ago led to Number 9 – my last “A” and I am thrilled to have “Auntie Myrtle.” Purchased in about 1962 by Laurie’s family (we still have a date so I can get all “Auntie Myrtle’s” history) — this brings me about full circle to the timing of my first “A” – BELZEBUTH. I love “meant to bes” — and this was an ultimate perfect connection for all.

Stay well, love, RAY

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A NEIGHBORING TREASURE – VILAS POOL – ALSTEAD – 10 AUGUST 2024

Posted on August 11, 2024 by Ray Boas

I write to remember, but also to share my experiences in the hopes of encouraging others to find their own new experiences. In June 2013, I rediscovered Vilas Pool, eight miles and fifteen minutes away, and at that time wrote, “…Perfect place for an afternoon picnic and book or two, cannot wait.  Well, it is time for you to visit too…”

I visited again shortly thereafter for an open house, and heard the carillon. River Theater performed “On Golden Pond” there, and in attending I experienced the perfect venue for that play. But, I have not visited as often as I should have — it is a special place. Recent flooding rains have done damage, but repairs have been made. My most recent image (before the 10th) was when I passed by in August 2023.

below you can see downstream from the dam, and the road wash out in the gorge at that time.

I have not had the urge to get out and explore as often as I have in the past, but BLUE BELLE was begging, and I did have some images I wanted to take for the next issue of the CLARION. Hatching a plan, we headed up Prospect Hill, took some images, then continued on a circle to Surry, Gilsum, East Alstead, and down Route 123 to 123A to swing up to Vilas Pool Park to reward myself with an ice cream at the snack bar. We parked and I crossed the bridge over the dam.

This wonderful spot below appears as you exit the bridge.

and the pavilion – I forgot to take an image of the massive open area often rented for weddings and parties.

and, two “rocking chair studies” for my collection — now I have to get back more often. Maybe mark my calendar?

inside looking out —

There is wonderful history to this place which was given to Alstead by philanthropist Charles Nathaniel Vilas. In my recent history article, “Did You Know That…” in THE WALPOLE CLARION, I shared some history of the park, encouraging my readers to visit. Below, with some great (I think) old images is that article. Click on either page to read the article.

See the Swan Boat on the second page of my article? This boat at Vilas was similar to those at the Boston Common, but thanks to one of the quick floods, all that was salvaged was this head below. Newer style replacements are now available, and Noel #2 and Nick are ready for paddling on the pool.

I enjoyed the rocking chairs for about 40 minutes, chatted some with some people from Bellows Falls, and the superintendent. I asked him why it seemed so empty, to which he replied, “just wait I am expecting a group of Girl Scouts for an overnight camping experience.” I had fun watching them arrive, lugging their equipment. As I was leaving I saw them setting up tents, and heading to the water. The below two images are when I was heading off — looking to the pond, and then down the gorge from the foot bridge.

disappointed she could not join me on the porch, BLUE BELLE was ready to journey home.

Remember the plan was to reward myself on this outing with an ice cream at the snack bar? Sadly I found it closed, but later on the VILAS POOL PARK FACEBOOK PAGE found, “The Vilas Pool Snack Shack is under repairs this season. We have raised the Snack Shack to install drainage because of the hill behind the Shack and will be replacing the rotten floor. We are paying for this project with a grant from the Moose Plate fund.(Contractor, Bellows Construction/Alstead NH)” And, also these images:

Well — I need to make it a point to pack a lunch, books, laptop, and head off to the Pavilion, and “plant myself” for some time, and often. And, on the way out make a donation to help support the park which is free and open to all – no residency requirement, and open to the public Wednesday-Sunday 11am to 7pm

RAY RECOMMENDS:
1-Join and follow VILAS POOL PARK FACEBOOK PAGE
2-Pack your picnic basket, books, etc. and enjoy all the surroundings.
3-Make a donation as you leave (as a municipal entity, your donation should be tax-deductible – I will provide confirmation once I learn for sure)
4-Plan your return visit
5-Remind me to get back often

ENJOY – as alway, luv, RAY

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PUTNEY MOUNTAIN ROAD — 28 JULY 2024

Posted on July 29, 2024 by Ray Boas

BLUE BELLE had not been out for awhile, I knew that. Usually the winter naps BB1 and BB2 are from mid-November to early April, but sadly BBI (BLACK BEAUTY) has not been out in over two years, and time got away from me, and BLUE BELLE (BB2) had been napping nine months. It is the lack of an easily bending spine keeping me out of them, but Saturday the 27th it was time to slide into BLUE BELLE again – she is easier to get in and out of as compared to BLACK BEAUTY, and all went well sliding in, and, I indeed got out. She started right up, and we toured together up into the hills and back. Time for a real journey and new exploration on Sunday the 28th.

In my last October 2023 post with BLUE BELLE I explained that some of our explorations come from Facebook stories. I also receive daily many emails of events in Vermont, and around New England. In May one of those emails directed me to Vermont Vacation’s 7 SEASONAL SCENIC DRIVES IN VERMONT – and I headed to that page and printed it out.

Here are those drives in that article — I had been on three of them, but not Putney Mountain Road, which, just minutes away, became today’s objective:

1 – Smugglers Notch, Scenic Route 108 – Stowe and Cambridge.
drove through 15 August 2019 on the way to Three Pines
2 – Hazen’s Notch Road – Westfield and Montgomery.
3 – Appalachian Gap – Buel’s Gore
4 – Lincoln Gap Road – Lincoln and Warren
traversed in July 2021
5 – Putney Mountain Road – Newfane. — TODAY’S JOURNEY
6 – Kelley Stand Road – Sunderland to Stratton.
love this drive – been through: 2013 and 2019
7 – Waterville Mountain Road – Bakersfield and Waterville.

BB2 and I cut over the hills to Westminster West Road, which runs from Saxton’s River to Putney, to turn left toward Putney (you can come in from US Route 5). But first we turned right and visited a friend in West West (next to the barn where I found BB2 twelve years ago). After visiting we then headed to Putney turning right on West Hill Road.

You pass the Putney School and soon come to Putney Mountain Road on the right (you can get larger images clicking my galleries):

we got started – surprised other cars coming down towards us — wonderful dirt road, wide for two cars with caution, and nicely wooded.

yes, basically wooded, I gather from my reading that you get views from the hiking trails. Below is the entrance to the trail head, and several hikers vehicles.

The descent starts just after the trailhead pull-off. A big change from the climb up, probably since this section is closed October to June — narrower, steep decline, and big drop offs. I stayed in second gear and on and off my brake pedal.

underway — hard with an image to convey the descent properly

also hard to get a feel from a picture of the steep drop to the right.

this was fun — narrow, steep, but a great dirt road. Alas, all good things come to an end, even dirt. Pavement showed up and some houses, Newfane civilization no doubt. Even a farm with cattle enjoying the solitude.

Putney Mountain Road ends at this intersection with Grassy Brook Road where it bends. Going straight onto Grassy Brook Road heads off to Brookline and Athens (VT that is). In June 2017, I shared with you THE ONLY ROUND SCHOOLHOUSE IN THE US which is on this route in Brookline. An interesting tale about this building you may wish to read – click the link above, and scroll down the post.

But today, I turned left at the stop sign above towards VT 30. But just after crossing the West River I turned left onto River Road. Had to see it (and you should also) since I had not been on it before. Eventually the road brings you back to VT 30 below Newfane.

I swung back up to Newfane, and at the Newfane Store ordered, and enjoyed an Avocado Wrap — WOW, now I am on a quest to learn all things avocado and what I can make – hard to choose among the many cookbooks I see – guess I just buy a half dozen or so. UPDATE Absolutely Avocados on order, starting slowly.

Back down VT 30 to the Dummerston covered bridge, but first to check the shop across the street. Remember I mentioned the farm with cattle at the end of the road? It was on a curve with a sign ‘”Caution – Cows Often in Road.” Well, there in the shop, on the wall, were some “Humane Trophies” made in Brattleboro — mounted heads, etc. One mounted trophy was labeled “Putney Mountain Road Heifer.” I wonder, preserved “Road Kill?”

Then we crossed the bridge, up the hill to Dummerston Center, right turn down Middle Road (passing Kipling Road, of course), to US5. Crossing the Connecticut River on Route 9, back roads around Spofford Lake to the quaint but sadly almost abandoned buildings in Spofford village, then Spofford Road, which becomes Westmoreland Road, arriving there on Route 63. And, then home.

I have given you enough route details here for a fun four plus hour exploration of about 70 miles (about 116 KM in British-Speak – remember BLUE BELLE’s heritage). Have fun, and maybe add in a hike on the mountain, and/or a picnic and swim at one of two popular spots in the West River with parking on VT 30. Enjoy, luv, RAY

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HINSDALE “HIT ‘n MISS” — FIVE HOUR LOOP — 20 JULY 2024

Posted on July 23, 2024 by Ray Boas

You may recall the several “Hit ‘n Miss” engine events I have been to– in fact, to help me keep track, at the end of this post is a list of the various similar events I have attended, and you may wish to visit.

This meet at the Ebenezer Hinsdale Homestead and Historical Society in (yes) Hinsdale, NH, is new, this being the fifth year. Not having been before I had to attend.

Below the field, with small number of exhibitors compared to other shows — but just right.

In this gallery some different machines I do not recall seeing before. Remember you may click on my gallery images for larger views.

This exhibitor had a good number of display models – looking now I should have spent more time examining them and taking close-ups. NOTE TO SELF — Next Time ! ( note ! – I am not a fan of exclamation marks in writings submitted to me for publication)

what would one of my “hit n’ miss” visits be without a video for you to also enjoy the sounds?

Exhibitors enjoy sharing, teaching and educating interested attendees in what they have. Intrigued by this exhibit, the owner from Bennington, Vermont, came up and spent a great deal of time with me talking about Rural Electrification, and how farms handled electric power before wires reached them. You may wish to look back at my September 2015 explorations when I introduced you to Rural Electrification in New Hampshire.

The black object on the right below is a Delco-Light Power Stand – an electric motor to drive a belt to run equipment. The Power Stand is electrical receiving its power from batteries on a rural farm. Those batteries are charged by a generator designed for this rural farm use. The next image is that generator.

The generator and power panel to charge the batteries to provide minimal electrical power for fam use.

these original ads accompanied the exhibit – do click to enlarge to read about all the benefits of electricity and how to have it.

What is a “hit ‘n miss” show without a Maytag washer powered by a small gasoline engine?

I chatted with another fellow about his Model A Ford conversion with Fordson Tractor accessories. He then pointed out across the way this Fordson Tractor that was manufactured using a Model T Ford chassis and engine. I found both the conversion and this production model fascinating mechanically as compared to the Model T and A running gears that I am familiar with.

“Hit ‘n Miss” at work crushing stones and shucking corn.

And, just when you think you have seen it all. Eating lunch, I saw in the distance the front end of an old truck with the hood up. What connection does this exhibit have, so I headed over to the rig on a trailer. Well, instead of an engine, the compartment had been converted to a large barbecue grill. The propane tanks, and exhaust, are behind the “firewall.” I regret I did not take a larger overall view to share. As much as I like to have something different, I do not need to make one of these.

Leaving I crossed back over the “rail trail” to the parking field to retrieve GiGi and continue on our planned loop. That loop continuing through Hinsdale on Route 119, and then north on Route 10 at Winchester to Keene and home. Below is the Fort Hill Branch Rail Trail crossing through the grounds. It is an 8.9 mile long trail that runs alongside the Connecticut River in Hinsdale and continues into Brattleboro, Vermont. This trail, to the south at Dole Junction, joins the Ashuelot Branch Rail Trail. From Dole, the Ashuelot trail is 21 miles of gravel/dirt and parallels Route 63 into Hinsdale and then follows the Ashuelot River into Winchester. The trail continues to follow local roads through Winchester, Swanzey, and Keene, where it ends. I had to learn and share – check out the trail websites and enjoy.

Route 119 is a great road following the Ashelot River through Hinsdale, Ashuelot and into Winchester. Lots of old history along this route. Not many people may know where the old Hinsdale railroad station is, but I do know the back road south from the commercial area atop a hill to see it.

On 119 is this historic spot — long before the 1893 Duryea Motor Wagon in Springfield, MA, and Henry Ford with his QUADRICYCLE in 1896, a steam driven “automobile” travelled Hinsdale’s roads in 1875. I invite you to visit Hinsdale’s website for more history – I will let you find the Bigfoot Statue.

Route 119 is to the north following along the river which at one time had many mills. There is one road leading down to the river which you can capture nice views along the river, including this abandoned shell of a mill.

Very few buildings are in Asheulot (an unincorporated village of Winchester). But there is this covered bridge built in 1864-65, one of the state’s few surviving 19th-century covered bridges.

Crossing the bridge just off the road to the east is this old train station. The building next around the corner is an old Victorian Mansion, the Winchester Historical Society, but I have never found it open. For a change I followed the small road following the south of the river eventually joining Route 10, and turned north.

And, I made a stop, bought some books, and a BRIDGE. In 8th grade I successfully sold the Brooklyn Bridge to a number of classmates (before they compared notes). Now I own another real bridge to sell. Stay tuned.

And, for more ‘Hit ‘n Miss” adventures, here are links to my past adventures with them. Thank you for visiting and getting this far. Do remember this loop route and explore it. Stay well, RAY

2016 — 45th Annual Meet
2017 — 46th Annual Meet
2018 — “Canned Hams” on the field
2018 — similar Hit n Miss show in Ludlow, Vermont
2018 — 47th Annual Meet
2019 I did not attend since I was cruising – 2020 COVID
2021 — 49th Annual Meet
Sept 2022 – 50th Annual Meet

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RACE and RUGGLES — 13 JULY 2024

Posted on July 18, 2024 by Ray Boas

Great 32 hour vacation with repeat fun from the past, and an adventure “on the list” from way past. Saturday the 13th I headed up to Canaan, NH, to join son David and grandson, Alex, at the Canaan Motor Club track for kart racing that they have been doing for six years. I have joined them on several occasions as they have participated and matured in this sport.

The daily events run pretty much the same: practice runs, time trials, and the actual races by class based upon engines and other specifications. Here grandson and son are making final adjustments prior to a practice run.

At speeds exceeding 70 MPH, it is difficult to capture your grandson flashing by. Alex is in 124 second from the right.

My son “the physicist” changing a tire on a go-kart rim. They go through at least one set of tires a race day.

there are so many factors to “even the playing field” with any competitive racing. Each class has weight limits, and if you come off the track and weigh less than allowed you become disqualified. David and Alex have discussions about how much fuel should be “on board” depending upon the number of laps. Here is the weighing station as all karts are finished.

see the “carriage” David is pushing? Below how the kart is loaded to be moved back to their “race pit.”

The race events are well planned and timed, but Saturday’s schedule had Alex done before 3 pm. David said, “what should we do?” Well, Dad is usually in-tune with what is going on and said, “let’s go to Ruggles Mine” a few miles away in Grafton. Opened in about 1803, closed in 1962 it then became a little known tourist attraction. It was “on the list” for Cathy and me, but we never made it. The attraction then closed in 2016, but recently I learned it had been purchased, and reopened in June 18 of this year. Without argument, that became the plan for an adventure – not even “oh, that’s a grandpa thing” from Alex. To the right is one of the old attraction brochures from the 70s.

Below is the RUGGLES MINE museum on the left and entrance. The new owner offers camping – with no utilities or hook-ups. There has never been electricity on the property other than propane fired generators. The new owner told me he plans on installing a solar array this coming year.

SOME FASCINATING history I found and will share — “Ruggles Mine is part of a 235-acre parcel atop Isinglass Mountain in Grafton. It sits on a massive deposit of an igneous rock known as pegmatite that includes a variety of minerals, most notably mica, which is valuable because it can be cut so thin that it acts as a heat-resistant translucent shield.

Boston businessman Sam Ruggles began mining mica in commercial amounts in 1803, making it the oldest such mine in the country, and it was a working mine for a century and a half. In 1961, Geraldine and Arvid Wahlstrom purchased Ruggles Mine for $20,000 and transformed it into a tourist attraction. They let rockhounds chip at the walls to collect their own samples, including amethyst, feldspar, quartz, garnet and uraninite. 

Efforts to have the state buy the mine and operate it as a park fell through and the family sold the mine in 2019 to two men from New York City. Those owners never managed to open the mine, however, and they sold it in 2023 to two men with mining experience.”

Below the “museum” with the new owner on the left. Behind him the “rules and regulations.” Entrance fee pricey at $30 (children free), but since you may prospect and take whatever rocks you wish – have at it. You may bring in a five gallon pail and tools, but they have tools for rent for $1 each, and small souvenir buckets for $2. When I chatted with the new owner later he said free admission for children was to encourage families to come explore and prospect. I told him I was thrilled and pleased to see so many young families enjoying the experience and digging away.

The adventure begins—

We had no idea what to expect—

WOW

It gets better entering the openings — remember you can “click” on images in my galleries to see larger size images. AND Please Do So.

Well worth “the price of admission” — David and Alex were selecting rock specimens for Mari. We chatted with others who showed us what their UV lights were revealing, including Uranium.

below are close-ups of the wall to the left of the tunnel seen above. Situated on Isinglass Mountain, the mine was the first location of a mica mine in the US. I also had a “mica mine” which I discovered on my grandmother’s property while my Dad was clearing land for a pond – yes maybe 70 years ago. Mica was also known as Isinglass — remember in OKLAHOMA – The Surrey With the Fringe on Top – “…With isinglass curtains you can roll right down In case there’s a change in the weather…” HELP there is an Isinglass River in Strafford County, NH, but I am not totally satisfied with the naming of this mountain – so far all I have found is “…In New Hampshire, Isinglass Mountain is named for the pegmatite mines below the peak (the famous Ruggles Mine) which contains a lot of mica, otherwise known as Isinglass.” — so, your turn – HELP

Below this wall of rock was fine mica sand. It later occurred to me the patterns you see below (and then the pile of mica sand below) comes from years of attack with rock hammers by visitors.

below some serious rock hounds

beginning to walk back out.

and, the owner came down the path in a golf cart to check on folks, and reminding all that it was soon time to pack up your rocks and leave. Chatting with him I asked if I could ride out with him on the path leading around the mine and trailings piles. Glad I did for additional views (not to mention my walking and balance hiccups).

and, the view from the parking lot – yes New Hampshire.

Open only a month, on July 16 our TV station WMUR ran a piece on the news program CHRONICLE about the mine’s reopening. Click the aerial image below to see that report – but then come back.

Saturday night David made a great meal, and it was very comfortable sleeping on a cot in his tent. Sunday racing continued, and I was impressed with the work David and Alex did and their discussions on the performance of the kart, and the tweaking and changes they made between runs. I had fun.

RAY RECOMMENDS — plan a visit to small Grafton, NH (population 1385) and follow the remote roads (no real signage but GPS routes you without showing roads on the screen to the mine). Dirt, some pavement, narrow, more dirt – TOO MUCH FUN — enjoy, luv, RAY

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POTTER PLACE and ICE HOUSE MUSEUM – 29 JUNE 2024

Posted on July 1, 2024 by Ray Boas

AND, it cannot get much better. Two stops and adventures – one unplanned – and spending time immersed in things I enjoy and have been threads in my life forever e.g. COUNTRY STORE – OLD TRAINS – MODEL T and A FORDS, and related collectibles. I am ready to repeat this day’s outing. Remember last August (2023) I discovered Potter Place, a small section of Andover, NH? Check out that link to see what I found, and I vowed to attend a function and experience the Railroad Station and Country Store. That opportunity was Saturday, 29 June for the Potter Place Festival, formally the “Old-Time Fair.” From the Andover Historical Society Website – “On Saturday, June 29th from 10am-4pm, the Andover Historical Society will host the Potter Place Festival, formerly known as the “Old Time Fair” a 41-year-old tradition that will take place at the old Potter Place Train Station at 105 Depot Street in Andover. Named after the first black celebrity magician and ventriloquist Richard Potter (1783-1835), Potter Place is now officially part of the Black Heritage Trail of New Hampshire, after the unveiling of BHTNH historic marker to Richard Potter August 2022. … .”

Easy to get to northeast of New London (NH that is) I expected a bigger crowd when I arrived about 10:45, but Potter Place is just a small community in Andover, whose population is 2,400 – and the festival was featured in the morning news on WMUR. I parked close to this view below as I approached the three blocked off street intersection.

Folks could run the hand-truck on the old Boston & Maine tracks – I did not take a turn, but did run one by myself in September 2011 at the Shelburne Trolley Museum – great picture of me in action there.

You should know there are “threads in my life,” and one is early country stores. I could not wait to see the inside of J. C. Emons’ store – closed for decades and now owned by the historical society. Remember to click my “galleries” to see larger images. The left hand wing (with Coca-Cola sign) houses the old post office.

my galleries of interior views of this great country store – I have many of the items here, but did a few years back sell my curved glass showcase as seen below.

Although a village in Andover, Potter Place had its own post office until closing in 1988. As with the store, the post office closed, and left as is when closed. Another “Ray Thread.” I saw my first country store post office in Greenfield Village in 1957 – I now own two. My grandfather started me collecting US Commemorative stamps in 1952, and I decided then that I wanted to be Postmaster General. That did not happen – but commemorative stamps led to my insatiable curiosity of history.

I then crossed the street for the Potter Place train station – also left as it was when closed, but now with a few related exhibits done by the historical society that now owns the station.

Below first the waiting room — original when closed – but now with some exhibits.

The station master’s office – note the handles above the desk to control the signals outside — need to write about the various signals so you will then know.

I learned about Richard Potter at OSV in December 2017. Here is what I wrote – …The magician patterned his act after acts done by Richard Potter – the first American born magician making fame – read his story. And, also fascinating, Potter (1783-1835) purchased 175 acres in Andover, New Hampshire, building his estate in 1814.  The area is still called “Potter Place”  – I have stopped to read more about Richard Potter, and I cannot wait to visit Potter Place with BB1 or BB2 and all the points to see….”

I next headed over to the caboose.

some modern upgrades, but I still want one and have room in my back yard to have one – do you have one for me? I need one for my ultimate “backyard plans.”

and, looking back down the tracks…

on display – but in a trailer – is this circa 1850 Concord Coach owned by the Andover Lions Club. Soon a permanent building may house this treasure.

and, below history of the historical society and the buildings in this amazing little “Potter Place.” Click to enlarge for easier reading.

And, the unexpected bonus for the day THE ICE HOUSE Museum in New London, NH. I believe I heard of this amazing place years ago, and may have passed on the way to Pleasant Lake, BUT on the counter in the Potter Place train station was this flyer. A private collection, this wonderful collection is available and shared with the public with limited days and hours, But, with my great timing, I was in the right place at the right time. I later learned from Ashley (a member of the museum’s board) that at a recent meeting of area attractions she suggested everyone bring flyers to share — well it worked, and telling Ashley what prompted my visit she was pleased. She and I have emailed, and I will share this post with her to share that her “networking worked.”


Below is the view as you enter the grounds. AND – BEAR WITH ME — EVERYTHING HERE BROUGHT MEMORIES AND RECOLLECTIONS, of adventures with my Dad, and autos and things I have owned or driven.

The first building – the first car – a 1929 Model A Ford Roadster. My first car (1962-1982 – don’t ask why gone) and also my last (of seven or eight Model As) sadly sold a couple years ago. Sorely need another.

of the Fords in this building, my Dad (or me) had owned everyone but one. A couple were chatting about the T Speedster below, saying “I wonder if that is an original color.” Well, not only not an original color, but not a production car. My Dad built at least one speedster on a T chassis. I told them all about it – drop front axle, monocle windshield, gas tank, and on and on – oh memories.

the building below is the actual ice house for the pond down the road – great artifacts on display including ice cutting devices and a goat driven butter churn.

more great treasures and memories. See the little “Red Bug” in the first gallery image? In the late 50s I drove one at one of our car meets at Ray Keeler’s in Ridgefield, Connecticut — yes memories. The next image an interesting horse drawn snow plow.

And the “tin shop.” You better remember I apprenticed at Old Sturbridge Village in the tin shop when I “Boarded with the Bixby’s.” In the image below on the left are two tin books, used as lunch pails – yes I have examples of. both. And to the left rear is a heater for rail car wheels – yes bought one last year. I have a ways to go, but what I saw here means I need to collect more – may even need another building. In the gallery below is the opposite side of the below, and some great hanging examples that I “now need.”

below a 1931 Model A. Two Door Phaeton – yes my Dad had one and restored it. The extra Washington Blue paint (appropriate for a 30-31) we used to paint over the red on Belzebuth, my 1929 Roadster. As rare as this model is, my Dad was anxious to sell it, and I remember the transaction at the Jolly Fisherman restaurant at the intersection of US7 and the Merritt Parkway. You see, with a four door the rear of the front seats provide support for the sides of the body — not the case below. Silly thing – true – but bothered my Dad – but then again, buying, restoring, flipping cars was his life with over 600 he could remember. In the fifties when he made $50 on a car, that was equivalent to a week’s pay as an auto mechanic. He was amazing what he could do.

I often drove this car. At one car meet at the Kiwanis Park in Wilton, CT, I entered a speed event. Spinning tires, and slipping clutch and accelerating, I won the event. As I recall the “old-timers” were not pleased with the gravel I threw with the rear tires.

My Dad’s favorite car? A 1910 Model T Touring car just like the below, but he repainted the original wood body in an appropriate red. He saw the car for sale in the mid-50s in the New York Times at a New Jersey dealership. They took it in trade in 1922, and displayed it for just over 30 years. My Dad loved this car, broke his ribs during one cranking contest when he slipped and hit the running board — he still won the event. I too enjoyed driving this car.

Below an unrestored, original 1923 Model T Ford touring car. One of the first cars my Dad restored was a similar 1919. I was maybe 12 or 13 when driving north on US 7 just before Bob’s Hot Dog Stand in Wilton, Connecticut, my Dad said you drive. He pulled me in his lap and I steered. Could not reach the pedals, but still today, put me in a Model T, and off I will go with the three pedal planetary transmission.

Well, I have owned a 1930 Model A Pickup, but never a Roadster Pickup as below. Love this one with the roof built over the bed. BUT, we had a handyman, Beaumont, and all he drove was a 1929 Roadster Pickup. I was off to college, but my brother was able to purchase Beaumont’s Roadster Pickup when he stopped driving.

And, all the way in the back some carriages — well they did come before the “horseless carriage.”

In conclusion — I will repeat this day’s adventure any time — and recommend you as well visit Potter Place when the historical society buildings are open, and combine with a visit to The Ice House museum. Enjoy lunch in New London, and have a peaceful rural time – stay safe and well, luv RAY

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RIDING AMTRAK’S DOWNEASTER – 22 JUNE 2024

Posted on June 25, 2024 by Ray Boas

Does Ray like trains? Yes. I need to get back on long-hauls with sleeping compartments, but also need to travel on Amtrak’s “named trains.” The DOWNEASTER, running from Boston to Brunswick, Maine, is an ideal, close-by, day’s outing. Gary and I picked a date, David joined in, and tickets purchased for 22 June, but made most sense to depart Woburn, Massachusetts, at the station close to Gary’s home as well as David’s. At least I have ridden on the T from Winchester to Boston – same tracks, so I only lack the few miles from Winchester to Woburn to have been on all 146 miles.

Sharing the older schedule to the right so you get a feel for the train. Catching the 9:08 out of Woburn for a “full day on the rails,” I had to be in position at Gary’s Friday night. But had fun heading out on Friday.

I headed out on Route 2, but decided to drive through Concord and down the Battle Road Trail since it had been awhile. As time approached, in conversations with Gary and Ilana, I would be in the right place to pick Ilana up at the Waltham Hospital after a procedure. I would be about ten minutes away from there stopping at Paul Revere’s capture location along the Battle Road. I parked and walked down to the site.

Paul Revere may get the credit for sounding the alarm, but he never made it to Concord being captured here. This plaque tells the story. The proverbial “bottom line” – “Samuel Prescott, not Paul Revere, carried the Alarm to Concord and beyond.”

You should know me and timing. While reading this plaque my phone rings, “Is this Ray? You may pick up Ilana now.” And off I went south on I-95 looking at a parking lot on the northbound side following the Celtics victory parade downtown.

As a result, Ilana routed me on some amazing back roads home up through Belmont (some amazing estates) towards Arlington. Much green space just so close to the city (Boston) and miles of bike trails for her. Then off to Gary’s – and the adventure continues. Gary and I visit on Zoom each week sharing things we have learned and intrigue us, and the “rabbit holes” of research we stumble into. I am currently preparing a talk on printing in Walpole. Colonial printer, Isaiah Thomas, had a satellite in Walpole, and a snippet I read (just two sentences in all the history books) tell of his wife running off with Benjamin Thompson. Benjamin Thompson, was born not far from Gary. Getting even more fascinating, he later married a Concord woman from the founding family of Concord. Concord was originally called Rumford, and it is another story how the name was changed. Still extant, the oldest house in Concord, was his wife’s family home, and I have visited the home, now owned by friend Lucy. A British sympathizer and spy he later left the Colonies for Europe gaining fame for his work with heat and he invented the modern fireplace and chimney, the double boiler, a portable stove, and the drip coffee- pot. I could go on and on about him – fascinating life – culminating with his naming himself Count Rumford – after Concord, NH, of course.  I cannot wait to see the museum at his birthplace.

It gets even more interesting. Walking to school, Benjamin met the older Loammi Baldwin who soon became a mentor to the young brilliant mind. Baldwin is known as the Father of American Civil Engineering, and his home too still stands, although offices and several restaurants. Here a not so good view from Gary’s car window.

Another noted personage from Woburn is Charles Goodyear who developed vulcanized rubber, used for our automobile tires. Gary has some competition for fame, but not having been born in Woburn does not have to compete for a Wikipedia listing here.

We later met David (on his way back from a mountain adventure) at TULIP Lounge Hibachi Asian Cuisine in Stoneham. Amazing food – but much fun watching the ROBOT bring take out orders from the kitchen past us to the front.

Saturday could not come sooner. Mari brought David to Gary’s and we arrived with time at the Anderson/Woburn Transportation Center serving Amtrak, the T, and buses to Logan.

an excited trio – only two generations, younger “third generation” claimed, “that’s a grandpa thing.” Boy did he miss out – just wait.

and then, join in clicking on this video —-

and, off we went at 9:08 to arrive in Brunswick at 12:10 – three hours later for a five and a half hour vacation in Brunswick, Maine. Below our coach view — the conductors are wonderful with loading (and information) and we were seated in facing seats for four.

The coffee shop at the station in Woburn was closed (guessing only open for commuters on the T) so we headed to the cafe car for Gary’s “fix.” Amtrak cafe cars have the serving area, tables, and half the car is Business Class.

and, coffee time for the “young man”

Remember I visited the Wells, Maine, transportation center in April? You can visit that post for that great trip – below is Wells from the rails; The Chamber of Commerce had welcoming folks on the platform to help visitors.

I enjoyed many conversations with several conductors. I “know enough to be dangerous” and also to phrase hopefully good questions. I learned there are three train sets daily making the five round trips from Boston to Brunswick. Except for a very few sidings (such as at the Portland station) it is a single track for the entire distance. Those bypass sidings make it all work. Thus any hiccup disruption will have cascading implications and possible delays. Setting the stage for the rest of the day, David captured this schedule update on the Amtrak APP.

Take a look at Old Orchard Beach. Do you see the disconnect? Instead of a few moments at the Old Orchard station the train rested there for over 2 1/2 hours. Why you ask? Seems as though a freight train with over 170 cars ahead of us lost its air-brakes, and had to be moved out of the way. “It could be a few moments,” we were told, “or longer.”

Stopped there we were told we could go out on the platform and I did. Here is the train looking in each direction.

at the same time Gary looking at me from our coach seats.

coming back inside I found David deep in research. He proposed we get off here in Old Orchard Beach – it was lunch time. The next northbound train would be three hours after our original arrival time – so when would it come? I checked and the conductor said we could travel south with our tickets from here on the same – eventual – train, or get off, but get back on if our northbound was still there. David bought three tickets for the next train to Brunswick, and we headed off to the Pier and amusement area, looking back at our delayed train.

Four block walk to the “in area” and main corner at Old Orchard Beach.

and up to the pier

a model of the pier which was originally built in 1898

and looking back to the beach on this overcast and potentially stormy Saturday (we never did experience the expected rain)

we had lunch at the end of the pier

we started a leisurely walk back, not knowing if our train had left or not. We did not really feel like looking at all the games and amusements, so David ran down to see if the train was still there. Reporting back he said it was. We rushed back.

and boarded — remember my knack of timing, and “timing is everything” – the conductor called “all aboard” as I turned around. David got on the Amtrak APP, cancelled our reservations on the next train and got his money refunded. Can you believe? An extra, unplanned experience with no consequences or cost.

one of the few sidings for passing is at the Portland transportation center. We pulled into that siding as the southbound (also delayed) train approached and traveled through.

and finally we arrived in Brunswick, a tad over three hours late – on a three hour trip.

as we were a few paces from the station we looked back, and our train was already heading southbound.

Often there are engines at each end, but I learned (yes I asked) on this consist (that is train talk) you see the engine above, and at the other end is a “control car” where the engineer will go for the opposite direction, but control the engine from there.

We walked to Main Street. Bowdoin to our right and “downtown” to the left. At the end of Main Street, on the Androscoggin River is this old mill – now antique shops – return trip?

our destination was this “swinging bridge” across the river.

and, looking up and down stream

a few downtown stops, and we re-boarded with moments to spare. For the “full experience” I booked Business Class for the southbound return trip.

Gary did not warn me before capturing me in this single moment not taking in the scenery (air travelers, “eat your heart out” for space)

we passed southbound: Freeport – Old Orchard – Wells

and, David calls this “we made it back”

RAY RECOMMENDS:

RIDE THE RAILS

see you there, love, RAY

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A Yet “Unnamed” HIDEAWAY – June 2024

Posted on June 15, 2024 by Ray Boas

First there was COVID. In response, first there was LADYRAB II – my 1965 Airstream, and then LADYRAB III – my 1959 Fan Camper. Both now are in new homes. Then last year I tried to move a “static retreat” to the rear of “44,” but alas it had been built too tall to traverse down the road without serious consequences. But the search for a “hideaway” continued.

On-line searches and possibilities, then in April this year a second trip to Jamaica Cottage Shop in Vermont, where I saw this potential “beauty.”

Short story shorter, I bought this “one off” that had been specially built with open sides for a music concert. It was an open palette for my finishing. Then to move from Vermont, but first to prepare the site per required specifications.

Have you had the same problem recently? No one returns calls or emails. Do they all have too much work and the lack of courtesy to reply? Email to friend Mark who is third generation owner of local plumbing, etc. E. E. Houghton. “Hey Mark,” I asked, “can you make a recommendation, or your fellows help?” Yes, Mark set things up for me with his crews. Bless “small towns” and friends.

Late May, Mark’s fellows arrived.

and got started

the plan was to position my vacation “hideaway” facing nothing but trees and sunsets to the west and Vermont. Not seen would be other structures and civilization — a faraway camp but steps away.

see the wire in the ditch above? I warned the fellows that when digging the basement for my bookshop we severed the electric line to the pool pump house in the rear. “Not to worry,” they said, “it should be 18-24 inches down.” Was not, and fortunately not cut through. I found the breaker, we severed the line, and rolled it back up to be connected to my hideaway alleviating the need to bury a new line.

once leveled with amazing laser equipment you can see bottom right – gravel is spread level as required for a base. Do remember, my “side by side” gallery images may be clicked for larger views.

and, site about complete, and done…ready for my yet “unnamed” arrival

One delivery delay — truck breakdown – and June 11, 2024, was the day. I saw fellows coming down the drive – and I ran out to see on the street….

and their second truck came in to position blocks

a concern that I finally convinced them was not a concern because I raise wires across my drive with my snow rake when I have cardboard deliveries (flats for packing books I ship) made by a big box truck.

coming down the drive

getting closer

and about to place

In position in just over three minutes in this video

And, in place

Windows and doors on site – finishing wood for sides and framing to be ordered…

SOON — below — 15 June 2024

and let the escapes and parties begin. luv, RAB

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RHODODENDRON TIME AT NAULAKHA – 2 JUNE 2024

Posted on June 2, 2024 by Ray Boas

If you read my “posts” you know I have a special affinity for Landmark Trust USA and its historic properties. In fact, if you CLICK THIS LINK, you will get a list of my writings of these very special and historic properties.

This is “Rhododendron Time” at Naulaka, and Rudyard Kipling’s home is opened to the public to see and enjoy the “tunnel” of rhododendrons in bloom. But, other than opening to tours, this year for the first time there was a special evening event that included music, beverages, and Hors D’oeuvres. If you are a believer and supporter, of course you opt for this special fund-raising event, and I attended with a friend this evening. So, here, briefly is this evening’s experience. Remember, you too can sleep in Rudyard Kipling’s home by contacting LANDMARK TRUST, USA.

RHODODENDRON TIME AT NAULAKHA – 2 JUNE 2024

It is “party time”

almost “too perfect” looking east to Mount Monadnock.

from the second story porch looking south to “the party” and “tunnel” – do remember to “click” an image in my “galleries” to see a larger image.

on the third floor of Naulakaha is a game room with a pool table, and a small library room with a showcase of mementos. Note the small round dish in the first image below (remember you can click my “galleries” for larger images). Then note the descriptive card in the next image. I purchased this small plate maybe a decade ago with a collection, and realized it belonged here, and donated it. Thank you, Jeremy, for noting my gift for posterity.

and, then we strolled the tunnel. At the gazebo we had a lovely chat with Bill Flynt. He remembered our last visit at Dutton House. His name may not “ring a bell” to you, but his family established Historic Deerfield in Massachusetts. “Thread in my Life” — One more for you to learn and remember. Driving up US Route 5 in summer 1962 in my 1929 Model A Ford Roadster I saw a sign – Historic Deerfield. In the rain I turned left and drove up the main street — 62 years ago, and still love to visit, and “vote with my dollars” as a member. — remember you may “click” for larger images.

Leaving, I could not resist this colorful image at Kipling’s in-laws home on the road below his home. Sad story why he left the area – something for you to explore and read about. But the history we have here. WOW

Thank you for continuing to “follow me.” Remember to experience a Landmark Trust USA property – stay safe and well, love, RAY

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