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MEMBERSHIP & INFO CONTACT & GUESTBOOK FIND TOPIC PEOPLE PLACES THINGS RAILROADS More Mt Washington Valley Chamber of Commerce Member , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Bartlett 'most boring town'? Locals beg to differ Story Here If you want to donate without looking through all the details JUST CLICK HERE . Click this box to go directly to credit card donor form The Mission of the Bartlett Historical Society (BHS) is: The collection and preservation of data and items pertaining to the history of Bartlett, and Hart’s Location, plus the unincorporated town of Livermore Stimulating interest in the history of Bartlett, Hart’s Location and Livermore through the promotion and conducting of educational opportunities and events related to the history of these three towns and the Mount Washington Valley region. Current Information & Events April 2024 FOCUS 2023 Annual Directors Report - Bartlett Historical Society - GO THERE The SPRING 2024 Newsletter is Ready. Interview with Ed Bergeron and other Interesting Things for Your Perusal. CLICK HERE For the Museum Project Information and New Photos of Our Progress, Click Here Announcing Our 2024 Public Presentations DONATE TO MUSEUM NOW GOLF TOURNAMENT REGISTRATION FORM GET THE FORM To Read the report, scroll inside the text box OR use the slider on the right hand side. ​ Notice other Options in the upper black border area. INTERESTING TALES Much has been wr itten abo ut the Evans Family who resided at the Mt Willard Section House yet we don't hear so much about others who raised their families next to the tracks. Joseph and Florence Monahan were one such couple who raised their six daughters at the Willie House Station Flagstop, two miles east of the Evans family. Read their interesting story Here . The Youngest Monahan Daughter, Agatha, wrote her memories of "Happenings Growing Up By The Railroad Tracks at Willey House" when she was 88 years old. It's a fascinating story of how different life was more than 100 years ago. __ Read her story here DR BEMIS AND HIS STONE HOUSE Go There Now Remember The Mountain Ear Newspaper? There are more than 100 excellently researched articles of local interest at this lin k. We can thank Jane Golden and Steve Eastman and many others for this historically valuable collection. This link will open in a new window. The President of your Historical Society, Phil Franklin, doesn't talk much about himself, so this editor sought out some details about Phil. He had a long career with the Hartford Insurance and Aetna Insurance Companies as a Senior Administrator and Program Director in Connecticut. He attended Providence College and Xavier High School in Middletown, CT. ​ Phil is no stranger to the world of volunteerism and the act of giving back , not only to those things that enabled his own success, but community endeavors as well. You can read his volunteer philosophy at this link: (There are some nice pictures too.) "As a long time volunteer at Xavier he never stopped giving back." ​ When Phil and wife, Sue, moved to Bartlett they said "We're not just moving to Bartlett to be here- We're moving here to be part of the community." During his time in Bartlett he served four years as Chairman of the Bartlett Planning Board (2015-2019). He's on the Board of Directors for the Stillings Grant Homeowners Assoc and is a contributing writer for the Mt. Washington Valley Vibe magazine. Phil has been part of the Bartlett Historical Society since 2015. As you may know, Phil has been the instrumental force behind the renovation of the Catholic Church in the Village to be the new location for the Bartlett History museum. ​ If you see Phil out and about, do some name dropping. He may be curious how you know so much about him. He knew that I was going to add something here...but I didn't tell him exactly what, or how much. Phil, Sue and Grandchildren Phil, Sue and the Snowroller Project Meetings The News of Days Gone By At Bartlett, N.H. No One Covers the Bartlett News Better Than The Bartlett Express: Click box>> Your Directors meet once a month and anyone with an interest is welcome to attend. Meetings are held at the Basement Meeting Room at the Village Congregational Church. We normally post the date and time here, but if not, call Phil Franklin at 603 374 5023. Do you have any interesting stories or pictures to share ?? We would like to highlight them on this website. Send To Dave at his email address; Dave@bartletthistory.org SCROLL HERE SCROLL HERE The Bartlett History Museum . It's been a remarkable journey, the community support has been fabulous and we want to share our progress with everyone. To that end we have created an updated section of new information, pictures and a current budget showing how we have spent your donations thus far and how much more we need to get the doors open. For the Museum Project Information, Click Here WE STILL NEED YOUR HELP If you want to donate now without looking through all the details JUST CLICK HERE . We have made your gifting a little easier; We can now securely process your donation to your credit card directly from this website... ...easy... If you missed the Peter Limmer Presentation you can watch it here. "The History of Limmer & Sons, Custom Hiking Boot Makers" Share Bartlett History Peter Limmer Presentation 1-9-2022 (2) (1) Play Video Facebook Twitter Pinterest Tumblr Copy Link Link Copied Are You Looking For The Quar terly Newsletters ? ​ Find Them Here Remember The Mountain Ear Newspaper? There are more than 100 excellently researched articles of local interest at this link. We can thank Jane Golden and Steve Eastman and many others for this historically valuable collection. This link will open in a new window. Mt Ear Chronicles You might notice the website address ends in NET, whereas our primary site ends in ORG. It has a different website address but it is still your Bartlett History website. We are slowly migrating all the "Dot Org" information to the "Dot Net" platform. We doubt you'll notice jumping from one platform to the other. Bear with us as this transition continues. The hosting and domain fees for both sites have been donated by your web-site editor. Thank you for visiting. ​ Dave Eliason is your website editor. He always welcomes new content, so send him something . Criticism, comment or factual corrections are also welcome. Dave donates the entire cost of supporting and maintaining this website so your dues can be used for other pressing needs. We also thank Scotty Mallett for his contributions to the railroad section. His knowledge of that history is invaluable. Pinkham Notch Rte 16 as it was in the very early 1900's nkham

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Bits and Pieces About Livermore The U-Tube video below features Tom Monahan, of Lancaster, who remembers Livermore. His father attended 12 years of school at Livermore and was later a supervisor for the Sawyer River Railroad. Tom recollects memories from the 1940's. This video is dated 08 October 2010. (If it doesn't appear below, SEE IT HERE) If you go to the YouTube website and search fo r Livermore NH you will find a few more "fair to good" videos that folks have shared. Livermore Menu Introduction Timeline 1865-1965 Sawyer River Railroad Saunders Family Nicholas Norcross Shackfords Owners Howarth Card Collection Lumbering Practices Legal Problems Peter Crane Thesis Bits and Pieces

Lodgings in and Near the village area page 3 Back to page 1 Back to page 2 Share The Upper Bartlett Lodging section began its journey in the center of Bartlett Village and previous pages covered the lodging establishments westward to Silver Springs Tavern, then eastwards as far as Coles Cabins This section begins at Sweet's Farm and works it's way eastward to the Attitash area. In my haste, some of the establishments in this area including Obed Hall's farm, Sky Valley, and The Maple Dale, were covered on the previous two pages in this lodging section. Upper Village Area Intervale Area Glen Area Historic Lodging Map Website editors note: As I continue working on this web site I have noticed that in the 1930's practically every establishment had gasoline pumps. In fact, between North Conway and the entrance to Crawford Notch there was a gas station just about every mile or two....and I have seen pictures of at least six active gas stations in Bartlett Village alone during the 1930's-40's. As late as 1970 the Village area had at least 5 operating gas and service stations. Now there are none. It also seems that practically everyone with a spare room was in the lodging business as well... Sweet's Farm Inn was located where the present day Skidaddlers Ski Club is now. It was owned and operated by George and Annie Sweet, who also operated the Gateway, about a mile west of Sweet's Farm, from 1890 until 1930. In 1918 George died of the flu and his Irish widow Annie continued to run the place with the help of her new husband, Luther Fernald. The Inn had 8 bedrooms in the main building and another 12 in the annex across the street. It also had an 8 car garage. One source says the Inn burned to the ground in 1938, but I remember an operating Inn being on that site well into the 1950's and Annie's daughter, Mary, lived in the annex for many years during the 1950's and 60's. I remember her because she drove a car with "LOVEY" on the license plate. As a young teenager I use to mow her grass occaisionally. About a half mile further east was Hellen Hayes Elmcrest Inn which operated until the early 1940's. It was later occupied by Carroll and Ellen (Sanborn) Hayes in the late 1950's. It still stands today across the street from the Villager Motel. Just up the street on the right Dot Stewart operated a small restaurant for a few years in the early 60's. It later became "Big Jim's Foot-Long Hot Dog Stand ". That building is now a part of the Villager Motel. In the 1800 - 1960 era nearly all the lands between The Elmcrest and Attitash were open farmlands. In fact, up to about 1960 there were few trees in either direction between Elmcrest and the Upper Village and all the way east to Roger's Crossing. This area had at least five good sized barns, all gone now. Just past Attitash on the left was the Smith Hurst and later the Bell Hurst, and up to the early seventies it was the home of the Scarecrow Restaurant , which is now located in Intervale. For a time in the 1960's the building operated a Sauna and Health club , but apparently that concept was not ready for prime-time back then since it only lasted a year or two. If you search through the Eastern Slope Signal newspapers in the index of this web site you will find a picture of several boys frollicking in the snow after heating up in the steam room. The building burned in the 1980's and was replaced with the apartment building that is there today. The property was once owned by the Laughlin Family whose son died while climbing the ledges on Mt Stanton behind the house. Tragically Mrs Laughlin was watching from the back porch when he took his fatal plunge. ​ The backside of the postcard dated 1938 is shown to the right. ​ Much earlier William White's Tavern was in this general location, probably another half-mile further east. William White's Farm in 1814 consisted of about 65 acres in the vicinity of todays Fields of Attitash. William White was also a sucsessor to Obed Hall in his Bartlett Village Establishment. I have been unable to find any information about his establishment located at his farm, if in fact there ever was one. Upper Village Area Intervale Area Glen Area Historic Lodging Map Historic Lodging Map Upper VillageHotels Lodging Page 1 Upper Village Lodging page 2 Upper Village Lodging page 3

Share The Village Area of Bartlett Page 5 "Street Scenes" Upper Bartlett Glen Area Cooks Crossing Goodrich Falls Jericho Intervale Dundee West Side Road Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Sawyer's Rock vicinity. Picture at left is looking east. Picture at right is looking west. Saco River on the right. Driving past this spot today you will note that Sawyer's Rock has been nearly obliterated to make way for people who want to get where they are going faster. Rte 302 looking west. Mountain Home Cabins in the distance. Silver Spring Cottage is on the right. The Village is about a half mile in the opposite direction. Date is about 1920. Rte 302 looking east. Sawyer's Rock would be just around the bend. Saco River on left. Probably about 1900. In Upper Bartlett is a neat little edifice, known as the " Chapel of the Hills," (picture below) built through the efforts of Rev. Mr. Souther among the people of the place, aided with a handsome contribution of three hundred dollars from a Mrs. Snow; who, however, died a short time before this object of her pious munificence was attained. The house was dedicated January 21, 1854, the interesting occasion calling together a large attendance, notwithstanding the deep snows of the mountain roads. Source: http://genealogytrails.com/newham/carroll/history.html chapel Another consideration as you try to figure out this picture: Perhaps when the picture was produced from its original negative it may have been reversed; To correct that, imagine if the chapel building appeared on the right side and the other buildings would be on the left. Main Street dated 1896, looking west at Mt Carrigain. That much is a definite fact. We have had some friendly debate about how the church fits into this picture. This editor has found that it was called "The Chapel of the Hills" . At the time of this photo it was on the front lawn of today's school. It was later moved across the street where it remains to this day (2019) but without the Bell Tower. About 1800 Obed Hall's Tavern was said to be in this area. Obed was one of the early prominent pioneers, arriving in Bartlett Village in 1793. His Tavern was in this area. The large building on the right is in the area where the Cave Mountain House was located, and one of those buildings is probably it. It was built in 1890 and burned in 1905. Source Material, "The Latchstring Was Always Out" Aileen M. Carroll - 1994 Page 12 Albany Avenue, 1920; looking north. The photographer would have been standing near the railroad tracks Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Main Street 1909 - Looking West. This is the corner of Main and River Street. The horse watering trough is still there, Main Street looking West Main Street Looking West Caption says "Main Street Looking North". I'd guess they meant "Looking West". What Not Shop and Mobil Gas on the left. The George house is on the right behind the trees, The red roof is.>>________?________ Albany Ave from Railroad Square, Congregational Church stairs visible on left, Building on right is the Post Office and the Howard Hotel. dated 1915. Main Street 1909 - Looking West. This is the corner of Main and River Street. The horse watering trough is still there, Main Street 1945 - Sign says "Howard Hotel" Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Main Street near Woodbine Cottage Inn, Looking east. Who are those two young kids standing by the street? Also, note the method of hanging streetlights back then... River Street Bridge, Dated 1909. On the larger version (click) there is a drainage pipe of some sort on the right, emptying into the river...it is still there today. What does it drain? Route 302 looking west in the vicinity of today's North Colony Motel. Late 1940's Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Concord Evening Monitor 1893 (1896)? Fire Sunday Destroys Entire Business District in Bartlett Total damage will approximate $100,000 At 5 o’clock a fire was discovered at rear of H. L. Towle’s grocery store and as there was no fire department in the village, it spread with lightening like rapidity. Word was telegraphed to North Conway for aid and at 7 o’clock a special train left for the scene. The ten mile run was made in a little over ten minutes. When the special arrived the business portion of the town was in ashes. The most strenuous efforts of the town’s people, assisted by the willing guests of the hotels availed to nothing. Within 2-½ hours but one store was left in the place. Fourteen families had been burned out and the Maine Central Railway Station, restaurant, and freight depot, together with the post office were destroyed.The total damage will be in the neighborhood of $100,000. Following are the principal losses: -Maine Central Railway about $10,000, insured -Mr. & Mrs. Foster, general store, buildings, stock $25,000, insured for $7,500 -P.J. Martin, general store, $15,000, insured $9,000 -F. Garland, drugs and jewelry, $2,500, insurance $1,500 -E.O. Garland, building, contents, $15,000 insured $7,000 -J. Emery, house and furnishings, $3,000 insured $1,500 -J. Head house $1,500 -H.E. Brooks (?) grocery store, $2,500 insured $1,000 -H.L. Towle’s building, $3,000, insured $1,000 -A.L. Meserve building and stock, $6,000 insured $2,800 -Miss Emily A. Merserve tenement block, $2000, insured $1,500 -Miss Bates, millinery $500 The town has an ordinary population of 2,000 but this is swelled in summer to three or four times this number. It is situated in the White Mountain Division of the Maine Central Railroad and the ride over this road from North Conway through Bartlett to the Crawford Notch is one of the finest in the eastern part of the country. -From the history files at the Bartlett Public Library 1893VillageFire

More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... Scotty Mallett is progressing on the task of sharing his extensive knowledge of the history of the railroads in Bartlett. Please check back periodically to gauge his progress. Be sure to "re-load" pages to be sure you are seeing the most recent updates. Train Stations Bartlett had three train station stops The Intervale Station is on Intervale Crossroads - opposite the scenic vista. ​ ​ The Glen-Jackson Station was located behind today's Red Parka Pub. It is now a ski club. ​ ​ The Bartlett Station was in the Village on Railroad Street behind today's school. It only remains as a memory. ​ We have devoted a separate page for each station. Click the blue button for more details. INTERVALE STATION GLEN JACKSON STATION BARTLETT VILLAGE STATION The Bartlett Village Station - 1909 More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... There are many more pictures at the Facebook Page "MEC RR MT DIVISION". Mountain Division at Facebook

Hall Ancestry Find More About Obed Hall in our "Early Settlers Section: OBED HALL ET AL John Hall, the immigrant ancestor, HALL was, according to his own deposition, born in 1617. He first appears in New England in Charlestown, where he was made a freeman May 6, 1635. He removed to Dover , New Hampshire, where his name appears on the tax list from 1648-49 until 1677, and often in land records. In 1652 he lived at Dover Neck, next to the meeting house, the lot on the southwesterly side which reached to the river and embraced a spring which is still flowing and is called Hall's spring. He was first deacon of the First Church of Dover as early as 1655. He was lot-layer as early as 1657 and as late as 1674. In 1658-59 he was one of three to lay out the town bounds between Lamprey and Newichawannock rivers , and to run the north boundary. In 1663 he was on a committee to lay out the highway from Lamprey river to the waterside. He was selectman in 1660, and was occasionally "commissioner to end small causes;" grand juror in 1663-66 and 68: "clerk of ye writs" for the court in 1663-68 and 69; town clerk in 1670-75-79 and other years. In 1677 Deacon Hall received a lot of twenty acres on the west side of Back river, which had been laid out to George Webb in 1642. He gave to his son Ralph by deed February 1. 1685-86, one-half the house and land, and the other half at his death, this deed was proved as his will May 4, 1692, and recorded February, 1694-95. He married Elizabeth . Children: 1. Sheba , baptized January 9, 1639-40. 2. John, born in Charlestown, September 21, 1645. representative to the New Hampshire legislature, 1694-95-96; died 1697. 3. Elizabeth , born September 4, 1647, died young. 4. Elizabeth , born November 2, 1648, died young. 5. Nathaniel , taxed in 1680. 6. Ralph, mentioned below. 7. Grace (?) , born May 16, 1663-64. ​ (II) Ralph Hall, son of John Hall (1). was heir to his father's homestead at Dover's Neck. July 11, 1694, he lost twenty acres of land at Fresh creek in a lawsuit with Richard Waldron. Richard and Elizabeth Pinkham gave him a quitclaim deed to land in consideration of the sum of ten pounds. He was auditor in 1702 and constable in 1705. He died November 13, 1706. He married (second). May 26, 1701, Mary Chesley, daughter of Philip Chesley. In 1713 she, with her sister Esther, wife of John Hall , quitclaimed their father's plantation at Oyster river. She married (second), February 26, 1717-18, John Fox, and quitclaimed her share in the estate of her first husband, to John Hall, son of the first wife. Ralph. John and James Hall were administrators of the estate of their father Ralph, March 4, 1706-07. The estate was divided between seven sons, the eldest getting a double portion, and fifteen pounds to Jonathan who was "weak and sick." Children of the first wife: 1. John, born about 1685. settled in Somersworth, New Hampshire, married, August 9, 1705, Esther Chesley, sister of his stepmother. 2. James, died before 1735. 3. Jonathan . 4. Isaac, removed to Massachusetts. Children of the second wife: 5. Benjamin, born June, 1702. 6. Ralph , born about 1704, married Elizabeth Willey , of Lee, New Hampshire. 7. Joseph, born March 26, 1706. mentioned below. ​ (III) Joseph Hall, son of Ralph Hall (2), was born at Dover, New Hampshire, March 26, 1706, and died November 14, 1782. He married, December 19, 1734, Peniel Bean . Children: 1. Anna , baptized July 29, 1735, married (first) Reuben Daniels , of Wolfsboro ; (second) Philip Kelley, of Wakefield . 2. Mary, baptized May 23, 1736, married Paul Hessey , and had four children. 3. Joseph, baptized November 5, 1738, mentioned below. 4. Daniel, baptized August 22, 1742, resided at Wakefield . and married widow Patience Taylor , of Sanbornton, New Hampshire. 5. Abigail, baptized October 7, 1744. 6. Samuel, baptized March 19, 1748. 7. Hannah, baptized April 2, 1749, married (second) Reuben Long. 8. John , baptized November 2, 1752. 9. Peniel, married, March 19, 1775. John Scribner , of Wakefield. IV) Joseph Hall, son of Joseph Hall (3) , was baptized November 5, 1738, and resided at Bartlett, New Hampshire. According to the federal census of 1790, Joseph Hall was the head of the only family of this name in the town of Bartlett. He was in the Revolution in Captain Joseph Parsons' company. Children: 1. Joseph, born about 1760. 2. Dorcas. 3. Nathan. 4. Betsey. 5. Rev. Elias, mentioned below. 6. Josiah. 7. Polly. 8. Benjamin. ​ (V) Rev. Elias Hall, son of Joseph Hall (4), was born at Falmouth. (Portland), Maine. August 16, 1777, and died at Jefferson, New Hampshire, October 16, 1851. He removed to Bartlett, New Hampshire, when young and was educated there in the district schools, and studied for the ministry in the Free Baptist denomination and was settled in Bartlett for many years. He married (first), about 1798, Hannah, daughter of Richard Tina, who died April 29, 1801, aged twenty-nine years. He married (second) Polly Hubbard, who died at Bartlett. February 5, 1813, aged twenty-eight years. He married (third) Hannah Seavey, born April 22, 1790, died August 26, 1839, daughter of Joseph and Abigail (Cummings) Seavey, of Bartlett. He married (fourth) Sarah (Mead) Chase, widow. Elias Hall removed to Shapleigh. Maine, where he preached in the Free Baptist church. As a preacher he stood in the foremost ranks of his denomination ; as a man he was kindly, sympathetic and charitable, attracting many friends ; of large heart and high character. Children of Rev. Elias Hall: 1. Samuel, born at Bartlett, December 24. 1799, died at Meredith, New Hampshire, about 1870. 2. Ivory, born at Shapleigh, Maine, February 23, 1801, mentioned below. 3. Hannah , born at Shapleigh. October 15, 1803, died at Bartlett, New Hampshire, about 1860 ; married Barzilla Emery . 4. Dorothy, born at Shapleigh, January 6, « 8on , died November, 1880: married Isaac Nute. 5. Elias Merrill , born at Bartlett, New Hampshire. .March 3, 1808, married Clarinda Stillings, and had Charles Mitchell (married Melissa Hall ), Loami, Elmira. 6. Elmira, born May 17, 1810, died 1816. 7. James Hubbard , born at Bartlett, June 16, 1812, died at Gorham, Maine, about 1870; married Sarah Ann Hall, daughter of Judge Hall, and had Betsey, Sarah Ann, Mary, and James. 8. Timothy Emerson, born June 9, 1814. died about 1818. 9. Alvah , born April 10, 1816, died at Stamford, Connecticut, June 23, 1881 ; married, at New York City, Sophia E. Pettigrew, daughter of Robert and Helen (Boistreage) Pettigrew; children: i. Sophia Virginia, married William N. Beach; ii. Ana Byrd, married Albert C. Hall; iii. Alice, married William B. Duncan ; iv. Isabel McRae . MORE ABOUT THE OBED HALL FAMILY HERE Garland Ridge Cemetery and the so-called "Hall Maple Tree". As of 2019 it is about 190 years old. MORE DETAILS: (1757-1828)HALL, Obed, a Representative from New Hampshire; born in Raynham, Bristol County, Mass., December 23, 1757; moved to Madbury, N.H., and thence to Upper Bartlett and engaged in agricultural pursuits; subsequently became an innkeeper; surveyor of highways in 1790; member of the board of selectmen 1791, 1798, 1800, 1802-1810, 1814-1819, and 1823; member of the State house of representatives in 1801 and 1802; appointed judge of the court of common pleas by Gov. John Taylor Gilman; elected as a Republican to the Twelfth Congress (March 4, 1811-March 3, 1813); member of the State senate in 1819; died in Bartlett, Carroll County, N.H., April 1, 1828; interment in Garland Ridge Cemetery, about two miles south of Bartlett; reinterment in Evergreen Cemetery, Portland, Maine.Source: Biographical Directory of the United States Congress, 1771-Present. New Hamphire Post Offices and Postmasters - 1816 Obed Hall 2d is also listed as a Bartlett Postmaster in 1816 and he earned $4.34. SOURCE: Contributed for use in USGenWeb Archives by Gwen Hurst - It seems Obed 1st was the uncle of this Obed. OBED HALL 2nd. 1795 -1873 Son of Hon. Ebenezer L. and Lydia (Dinsmore) Hall ; born, Conway, February 23, 1795 ; (Ebenezer was Obed 1st's brother) practiced, Bartlett and Tamworth ; died, Tamworth, May 21, 1873. In the war of 1812 Mr. Hall was in the military service for a short time, in a company of militia at Portsmouth. His early education was imperfect, and he studied law three years with Enoch Lincoln of Fryeburg, Maine, and two years with Lyman B. Walker of Meredith. He first set up in practice at Bartlett, and about 1820 changed his residence to Tamworth. He was representative in the legislature in 1840 and 1841, in which latter year he was appointed register of Probate for the new county of Carroll. That post he occupied ten years. In 1854 and 1856 he was a state senator.He was a lawyer of respectable acquirements, but preferred to give his time and attention to politics, which did not conduce to his legal progress nor to his pecuniary profit. He gave much attention to his farm, being partial to agriculture. He was public-spirited, and in private life benevolent and kindly.His first wife was Elizabeth Gilman of Tamworth, who bore him one daughter; his second was Caroline E., daughter of John Carroll of Maine. She left him a daughter, who outlived her father. SOURCE: The bench and bar of New Hampshire: including biographical notices ... By Charles Henry Bell I have an answer to the headstone question at the Garland Ridge Cemetery in Bartlett sent to me by Ruth Abbott: ​ Hannah Seavey Hall: (b 22 April 1790 d 26 August 1839) Hannah Seavey was born in Bartlett NH in 1790. She was the daughter of Joseph Seavey and Abigail Comings. Hannah was 11 years old when her mother, Abigail died. She was“brought up” by her relative .Elijah Locke Seavey (1774 - 1860) ​ Hannah married Elias Hall in 1813 (his third marriage) They had 10 sons and one daughter. She was a tall framed women with thick long brown hair. It was believed that consumption hastened her death. ​ Her grave was near a little maple tree on one side of the cemetery. The maple is no longer small after all these years. Her headstone was a plain slab that her son Dudley and Joseph put there after they were men and earning money. ​ Elijah Locke Seavey is buried nearby Hannah’s grave with both of his wives, Lucy Bassett and Mary D. Meserve Harriman. This picture was taken May 2010 courtesy of Ron Ward. This is in the Garland Ridge Cemetery in the north-west corner near the maintenance shed. This tree was "a small maple" in 1839, so it is approximately 180 years old. Too bad it couldn't tell us all the things it has seen during that time. ​ MORE DETAILS: ​ The following information was sent to me by Cheryl Hall: Subject: Mystery Question: Hannah Hall buried in Garland Ridge Cemetery Message: I hadn’t visited the Bartlett Historical Society web site in awhile so I was delighted to see that information on the Halls in Bartlett had been added to the site. After visiting Bartlett in the summer of 2007 for the purpose of genealogy research on the brothers, Obed, Ebenezer and Linus Hall, I discovered the Bartlett Historical Society on line, and I have been a member since that time. Over time I have had several excellent email conversations with Marcia Dolley and I have been delighted by the wonderful gifts of information that she has provided. ​ There were two distinct Hall families in Bartlett. Joseph Hall, who appears in the 1790 census for Bartlett was a descendant of John Hall of Dover, NH (for which you have the Hall Ancestry posted). Obed Hall who also appears in the 1790 census for Bartlett was a descendant of Edward Hal l of Rehoboth, MA (I’ll see if I can put something together for you). Although some Hall researchers suspect that it could be possible, there is absolutely no proof that these two Hall families were related. ​ When I visited Bartlett in 2007, I spent a fair amount of time at the Garland Ridge Cemetery viewing the headstones of the two Hall families buried there. I also found Hannah’s headstone and took a photo of it. I read the headstone as follows: ​ Hannah wife of Elias Hall died Aug 26, 1839 AE 49 yrs ​ Hannah was the third wife of Rev. Elias Hall. She was Hannah Seavey, daughter of Joseph and Abigail (Cummings) Seavey, of Bartlett. Hannah would have been born in 1790. Research that I have found online since my visit to Bartlett supports that Hannah Seavey was the wife of Elias Hall, and that she died in 1839, not 1830. ​ It was their son, (not Obed Hall’s son) Joseph Seavey) Hall who was instrumental in the building of the first Summit House on Mt. Washington in 1852. ​ See: http://www.bartletthistory.org/bartletthistory/lodgingvillage.html#obedhall ​ Thanks for providing such a great, and informative, web site! I look forward to additional family information appearing on your site as it becomes available. Also found Roland Hall is living in Keene and that particular branch of Halls' originally came to Bartlett from Maine and are not related to the earlier Halls' of Bartlett. ​ OTHER INFORMATION IN THIS WEBSITE: Obed Hall's Tavern ; (1757-1828)HALL, Obed Joseph Seavey Hall of Bartlett was one of the most important participants in mid-nineteenth century events in Crawford Notch (or the White Mountain Notch as it was known in those days) and on Mt. Washington. Yet most people have never heard of him. Read the Story at the White Mountain History web site, HERE . ​ ---------------- Find More About Obed Hall in our "Early Settlers Section: OBED HALL ET AL Sources: Incidents in White Mountain history - by Rev. Benjamin G. Willey https://www.ancestry.com › genealogy › records › levi-chubbuck_91882748 "The History of Carroll County", 1889, Georgia Drew Merrill brooklyncentre.com › trees › getperson Bartlett NH - In the Valley of the Saco - Aileen Carroll - 1990 Lucy Crawford's History of the White Mountains - circa 1860 REPRESENTATIVE CITIZENS OF The State of New Hampshire • BOSTON - NEW ENGLAND HISTORICAL PUBLISHING COMPANY 15 COURT SQUARE 1902

The Bellevue 1872 to 1936 The Bellevue was located directly opposite from today's south end of the Rte 16A Junction near the Scenic Vista. SOURCE MATERIAL: The Intervale, New Hampshire By Winfield S. Nevins 1887 The Bellevue, John Albert Barnesproprietor, stands on the knoll just beyond the Intervale. It is a sightly location and one excellently adapted for perfect drainage and to insure health and comfort. Mr. Barnes built this house himself in 1872, and for fifteen years has been its popular landlord and proprietor. Hundreds of New England people have found here a pleasant summer home. In the fall of 1886, the house was very materially enlarged by the addition of an L to the rear which nearly doubles its capacity. The house now accommodates about seventy guests, all in good rooms. It is kept open from the first of June until the last of October. The nearby Clarendon was annexed as part of the Bellevue complex and by 1901 The Bellevue was open during the winter specializing in sleighing, snowshoeing, coasting, camping and tobogganing . Skiing had not yet arrived in the White Mountains. The Bellevue was destroyed by fire in 1938. Historic Lodging Map Card dated October 4, 1919 SOURCE MATERIAL: American Series of Popular Biographies - NEW HAMPSHIRE EDITION THIS VOLUME CONTAINS BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES OF REPRESENTATIVE CITIZENS OF The State of New Hampshire. B O S T ON NEW ENGLAND HISTORICAL PUBLISHING COMPANY 15 COURT SQUARE - 1902. ​ Editors Note: I have left this text exactly as it was printed in the publication, even though it is a bit cumbersome and obscure in places. -------------------------------------------------------------------- WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT THE BARNES FAMILY: ​ JOHN ALBERT BARNES , for years proprietor of the Bellevue House at Intervale, N.H., was born in Kearsarge Village, N. H., October 12, 1832, and died 1889. ​ His father, the late John M. Barnes , was a farmer, and resided at Intervale and also engaged in the hotel business, for several years conducting the Blue Blind Cottage, on what is now known as the Dr. Merriam place. (might have been near today's Stonehurst Manor) He died, at about sixty years of age, in Conway. ​ He (John A) married Hannah Willey, of Conway, and they had two children: John A., the subject of this sketch ; and Mary, deceased, who married Levi Wheeler, of Littleton, John A. Barnes was educated in his native town, attending the district school and the academy; and from his early years until his death was more or less identified with hotel management, proving himself competent in every position that he assumed, as landlord winning friends and fame. In 1872 he opened the Bellevue House, t hen much smaller than now, and met with such success that much more room was needed; and in 1887 he enlarged it Since his death this hotel and also the Clarendon have been managed by his sons, under the name of J. A. Barnes' Sons. Mr. Barnes was an active, public-spirited citizen, never shirking the responsibilities of office, serving for five or six years as Selectman, and as Representative to the State Legislature in 1883 and in 1885. ​ He married Mary Elizabeth Tufts, one of the seven children of Nathaniel Tufts, the others being Marcena, Vienna, George, Mehit Martha. descendant of one of the passengers who came abel, Victoria, and She was a de over on the “Mayflower.” Five children were born of their union, three sons and two daughters, namely: John Frederick, who married Lillian Ward, of Me. ; George Tufts, who married, first, Minnie Pit - Bennett Fryeburg, man, by whom he had two children, and, second, Ursula Lincoln, of Franklin, Mass. ; Dennis Wheeler, of Intervale; Effie Lizzie; and Bertha May, who is now deceased. ​ John M. Barnes, who was born in February, I79I, Hannah Willey, sister of the Mr. Willey who, died January 1825, married with his family, was killed by the awful mountain slide of 1826. ​ Polly Barnes, born December 22, 1792, married Jonathan Seavey, of Bartlett, and died September 27, 1847. born February 20, 1794, died May 10, 1797. Amos, Richard E. Barnes, born February 25, 1798, married a widow, Mrs. Amanda Cram Boston, and died October 28, 1888. Cynthia, born Jan Sally, born May 21, 1803, married Nathan Chandler, uary 10, 1800, died October 5, 1814. of Fryeburg, and resided in Conway, where her Abiah E. Barnes, born May 3, 1805, died, unmarried, death occurred December 27, 1890. November. 1, 1878. Alonzo W. Barnes, who was born February 16, 1807, and died February 22, 1900, married Almina Merrill. Albert Barnes, the special subject of this sketch, was educated in the schools of Conway. Having learned the carpenter's trade when young, he followed it until 1891, since that time devoting his attention to farming. In 1896 he was appointed Postmaster at Kearsarge Village, a position that he still retains. He is a stanch Democrat in politics, and for two years served as Selectman. He is a member of the Congregational church. Mr. Barnes married November 3, 1848, Almira H. Seavey, of Conway, daughter of Simon and Betsey (Hendly) Seavey and one of a family of six children. Two brothers of Mrs. Barnes are deceased, namely: Calvin, who died young; and Orrin, who married Lydia East In a n. Her surviving brother and sisters are: Isaiah, residing in Kearsarge, who married Miss Ella Burbank; Clarissa A., wife of Ezra R. Eastman; and Maria, widow of the late George Clark, of Kearsarge. Mr. and Mrs. Barnes have two children – Clara and Lester C. Clara Ella Barnes, born in 1851 in Conway, is the wife of H. H. Dow, of Kearsarge, and the mother of two children — Helen M. and Albert Barnes Dow. C. Barnes, born at Kearsarge in 1866, lives on the homestead. He married Nellie O. Eastman, daughter of Alfred A. and Olive Eastman; and they have two children — Leah M. and Ralph Lester. January 28, 1938 Sources: Incidents in White Mountain history - by Rev. Benjamin G. Willey https://www.ancestry.com › genealogy › records › levi-chubbuck_91882748 "The History of Carroll County", 1889, Georgia Drew Merrill brooklyncentre.com › trees › getperson Bartlett NH - In the Valley of the Saco - Aileen Carroll - 1990 Lucy Crawford's History of the White Mountains - circa 1860 REPRESENTATIVE CITIZENS OF The State of New Hampshire • BOSTON - NEW ENGLAND HISTORICAL PUBLISHING COMPANY 15 COURT SQUARE 1902

Interesting Tales we assume to be true Share A Case of Inhospitable Hospitality? THE HEART of the WHITE MOUNTAINS Their Legend and Scenery By Samuel Adams Drake 1882 Pg 58-61 Three miles below the village of Bartlett we stopped before a farmhouse, with the gable-end toward the road, to inquire the distance to the next tavern, where we meant to pass the night. A gruff voice from the inside growled something by way of reply; but as its owner, whoever he might be, did not take the trouble to open his door, the answer was unintelligible. “The Churl!” muttered the colonel. “I have a great mind to teach him to open when a gentleman knocks.” “And I advise you not to try it,” said the man from the inside. The one thing a Kentuckian never shrinks from is a challenge. He only said, “Wait a minute,” while putting his broad shoulder against the door; but now George and I interfered. Neither of us had any desire to signalize our entry in the village by a brawl, and after some trouble we succeeded in pacifying our fire- eater with the promise to stop at this house on our way back. “I shall know it again,” said the colonel, looking back, and nibbling his long mustache with suppressed wrath; “something has been spilled on the threshold-- something like blood.” We laughed heartily. The blood, we concluded, was in the colonel’s eyes. Some time after nightfall we arrived in the village, having put thirteen miles of road behind us without fatigue. Our host received us with a blazing fire -- what fires they do have in the mountains, to be sure! -- a pitcher of cider, and the remark, “Don’t be afraid of it, gentlemen.” All three hastened to reassure him on this point. The colonel began with a loud smack, and George finished the jug with a deep sigh. “Don’t be afraid of it,” repeated the landlord, returning presently with a fresh pitcher. “There are five barrels more like it in the cellar.” “Landlord,” quoth George, “let one of your boys take a mattress, two blankets, and a pillow to the cellar. I intend to pass the night there.” “I only wish your well was full of it,” said the colonel, taking a second put at the jug, and making a second explosion with his lips. “Gentlemen,” said I, “we have surely entered a land of milk and honey. “You shall have as much of both as you desire,” said our host, very affably. “Supper is ready, gentlemen.” After supper a man came in for whom I felt, upon the instant, one of those secret antipathies which are natural to me. The man was an utter stranger. No matter: the repugnance seized me all the same. After a tour of the tap-room, and some words with our landlord in an undertone, the stranger went out with the look of a man who had asked for something and had been refused. “Where have I heard that man’s voice?” said the colonel, thoughtfully. Our landlord is one of the most genial to be found among the mountains. While sitting over the fire during the evening, the conversation turned upon the primitive simplicity of manners remarked among mountaineers in general; and our host illustrated it with this incident: “You noticed, perhaps, a man who left here a few moments ago?” he began. We replied affirmatively. It was my antipathy. “Well, that man killed a traveler a few years back.” We instinctively recoiled. The air seemed tainted with the murderer’s presence. “Yes; dead as a mutton, “continued the landlord, punching the logs reflectively, and filling the chimney with sparks. “The man came to his house one dark and stormy night, and asked to be admitted. The man of the house flatly refused. The stranger pleaded hard, but the fellow ordered him away with threats. Finding entreaties useless, the traveler began to grow angry, and attempted to push open the door, which was only fastened by a button, as the custom is. The man of the house said nothing, but took his gun from a corner, and when the intruder crossed the threshold he put three slugs through him. The wounded man expired on the threshold, covering it with his blood.” “Murdered him, and for that? Come, come, you are joking!” ejaculated George, with a half smile of incredulity. “Blowed him right through, just as I tell you,” reiterated the narrator, without heeding the doubt George’s question implied. “That sounds a little like Old Kentuck,” observed the colonel, coolly. “Yes; but listen to the sequel, gentlemen,” resumed the landlord. “The murderer took the dead body in his arms, finding, to his ‘horror, that it was an acquaintance with whom he had been drinking the day before; he took up the body, as I was saying, laid it out upon a table, and then went quietly to bed. In the morning he very honestly exhibited the corpse to all who passed his door, and told his story as I tell it to you. I had it from his own lips.” “That beats Kentucky,” asseverated the colonel. For my own part, I believed the landlord; “I was never there in my life; but I do know that, when the dead man was buried, the man who killed him went to the funeral like any curious or indifferent spectator. This was too much. George rose from his chair, and began to be interested in a placard on the wall. “And you say this happened near here?” he slowly inquired; “perhaps, now, you could show us the very house?” he finished, dryly. “Nothing easier. It’s only three miles back on the road you came. The blood-stain is plain, or was, on the threshold.” We exchanged glances. This was the house where we halted to inquire our way. The colonel’s eyes dilated, but he said nothing. “But was there no trial?” I asked. “Trial? Oh yes. After several days had run by, somebody thought of that; so one morning the slayer saddled his horse and rode over the county-seat to inquire about it. He was tried at the next session, and acquitted. The judge charged justifiable homicide; that a man’s house is his fort; the jury did not leave their benches. By-th-by, gentlemen, that is some of the man’s cider you are drinking.” I felt decided symptoms of revolt in my stomach; George made a grimace, and the colonel threw his unfinished glass in the fire. During the remainder of the evening he rallied us a good deal on the subject of New England hospitality, but said no more about going back to chastise the man of the red house. [The sequel to this strange but true story is in keeping with the rest of its horrible details. Perpetually haunted by the ghost of his victim, the murderer became a prey to remorse. Life became unsupportable. He felt that he was both shunned and abhorred. Gradually he fell into a decline, and within a few years from the time the deed was committed he died.] This particular item was posted on the wall of an early Lodging Establishment in Green River, a town in the Rocky Mountains. The reference material for this item is THROUGH AMERICA: OR NINE MONTHS IN THE UNITED STATES by Walter Gore Marshall Published in 1881. It is not technically related to the Town of Bartlett in any way, but anyone who has ever worked at a lodging establishment can appreciate the droll humor, which in fact, is not all that far from the truth even today. The station inn, the only hotel in the place, is called the Desert House. A more appropriate name could not have been chosen. The following notice I found framed and hung about the breakfast-room : THE DESERT HOUSE. NOTICE This hotel has been built and arranged for the special comfort and convenience of summer boarders. On arrival, each guest will be asked how he likes the situation; and if he says the , hotel ought to have been placed up upon the I knoll or further down towards the village, then the location of the house will be immediately changed. Corner front rooms, up only one flight, for every guest. , liaths, gas, water-closets, hot and cold water, laundry, telegraph, restaurant, fire alarm, barroom, billiard-table, daily papers, couptf, sewing machine, grand piano, a clergyman, and all other modern conveniences in every room. Meals every minute, if desired, and consequently no second table. English, French, and ticrman dictionaries furnished every guest, to make up such a bill-of-fare as he may desire, without regard to the bill-affair after- wards at the office. Waiters of any nationality and colour desired. Every waiter furnished with a libretto, button-hole bouquet, full-dress suits, ball-tablets, and his hair parted in the middle. Every guest will have the best seat in the dining-hall, and the best waiter in the house. Any guest not getting his breakfast red-hot, or experiencing a delay of sixteen seconds after giving his order for dinner, will please mention the fact at the office, and the cooks and waiters will be blown from the mouth of the cannon in front of the hotel at once. Children will be welcomed with delight, and are requested to bring hoop-sticks and hawkeys to bang the carved rosewood furniture especially provided for that purpose, and peg-tops to spin on the velvet carpets; they will be allowed to bang on the piano at all hours, yell in the halls, slide down the banisters, fall down stairs, carry away dessert enough for a small family in their pockets at dinner, and make themselves as disagreeable as the fondest mother can desire. Washing allowed in rooms, and ladies giving an order to " put me on a flat-iron " will be put on one at any hour of the day or night. A discreet waiter, who belongs to the Masons. Odd Fellows, Knights of Pythias, and who was never known to even tell the lime of day. has been employed to carry milk punches and hot toddies to ladies' rooms in the evening. Every lady will be considered the belle of the house, and row-boys will answer the bell promptly. Should any row-boy fail to appear at a guest's door with a pitcher of ice-water, more towels, a gin-cocktail, and pen, ink, and paper, before the guest's hand has left the bell knob, he will be branded " Front" on his forehead, and be imprisoned for life. The office clerk has been carefully selected lo please everybody, and can lead in prayer, play draw-poker, match worsted at the village store, shake for the drinks at any hour, day or night, play billiards, is a good waltzer and can dance the German, can make a fourth at euchre, amuse children, repeat the Creche trial from memory, is a good judge of horses, as a railway and steamboat reference is far superior to Appleton's or anybody else's guide, will flirt with any young lady and not mind being cut dead when "pa comes down." Don't mind being damned any more than a Connecticut river. Can room forty people in the best room in the house when the hotel is full, attend to the annunciator, and answer questions in Hebrew, Greek, Choctaw, Irish, or any other polite language at the same moment, without turning a hair. Dogs allowed in any room in the house, including the wine room. Gentlemen can drink, smoke, swear, chew, gamble, tell shady stories, stare at the new arrivals, and indulge in any other innocent amusements common to watering-places, in any part of the hotel. The proprietor will always be happy to hear that some other hotel is the best house in the country. Special attention given to parties who can give information as to how these things are done in " Yewrup " The proprietor will take it as a personal affront if any guest on leaving should fail to dispute the bill, tell him he is a swindler, the house a barn, the table wretched, the wines vile, and that he, the guest, "was never so imposed upon in his life, will never stop there again, and means to warn his friends. G. W. KITCHEN, Proprietor You are at the wrong office: This is from about ten years ago at a local Bartlett motel: When I was on the front desk one night an elderly man came into the office at about eleven o clock at night in a total frenzy reporting that his toilet was overflowing and he could not make it stop. I asked him to remind me which unit he was staying at and he said "Unit 34". I replied, "We do not have a unit #34". Then he said that he was staying at The motel next door but he could find no one in their office. He asked if I could go over there to take care of the problem?" I could only politely reply that I had no knowledge of any of his plumbing nor the authority to go work on it and that I could be of no assistance. At this, the man grumbled off muttering what an inhospitable host I was. inhospitable desert wrong THIS PAGE C ONTENT A Case of Inhospitable Hospitality The Desert House-Customer is always right You're at the Wrong Office First snowm obile invented in Wisconsin Drunk Driver Fatal Accident Mt Washington 1880 1886 Economic Impact from Tourism 1908 The Great Fire on Mt Washington How to Get to Intervale in 1887 Brian Knight Remembers Relatives How did Cooks Crossing Get Named? Bartlett Town Gossip 1895 Ct Yankee Pulls a Fast One on Innkeeper Indian Chief Two Eagles and Gov't Man And You Think Your Life is Tough; Try a Richard Garland Day in 1783 1875 Bartlett Business Directory Bartlett, Most Boring Town? Bartlett's Merry Widows Put Yourself in Perspective - Carl Sagan Clayton Smith - Pert's Camp/Hermits Shelter Ellsworth Morton Recalls Life in Bartlet t Eliason To Top Menu To Top Menu To Top Menu The Photo above is dated 1940 ​ On November 22, 1927, Carl Eliason of Sayner, Wisconsin was issued the first patent for a snowmobile. Eliason built the prototype in a garage behind the general store he ran. Using bicycle parts, ¼ of a radiator from a Ford Model T, and skis that were rope controlled, the first snowmobile was born. Over the next 15 years, the snowmobiles went into production with continuous refinement and development. 40 were built and sold with no three exactly alike. http://www.eliason-snowmobile.com/phase/phase1.htm NOTE: Carl Eliason is not any relation to Dave Eliason who edits this website. To Top Menu Accident, Jul 1880 A DRUNKEN DRIVER AND A TERRIBLE WAGON ACCIDENT ON MOUNT WASHINGTON. Mountain Wagon Upset and Its Occupants Thrown on to the Rocks---One Lady Killed and Five Wounded. GLEN COVE, N. H., July 11 1880 The first accident by which any passengers were ever injured on the carriage road from Glen house to the summit of Mount Washington occurred this afternoon about a mile below the Half-way House. One of the six-horse mountain wagons, containing a party of nine persons, the last load of the excursionists from Michigan to make the descent of the mountain, was tipped over. One lady was killed and five others were injured.Soon after starting from the summit the passengers discovered that the driver had been drinking while waiting for the party to descend. They left this wagon a short distance from the summit, and walked to the Halfway House, four miles, below, where one of the employees of the carriage road company assured them that there was no bad place below, and that he thought it would be safe for them to resume their seats with the driver who was with them.Soon after passing the Halfway House, in driving around a curve too rapidly, the carriage was tipped over, throwing the occupants into the woods and on the rocks. Mrs. Ira Chichester, of Allegan, Michigan, was instantly killed, and her husband, who was sitting at her side, was slightly bruised. Of the other occupants, Mrs. M. L. Tomsley, of Kalamazoo, Mich., had her left arm broken and received a slight cut on the head; Miss Jessie Barnard, of Kalamazoo, was slightly injured on the head; Miss Ella E. Meller and Mrs. C. Ferguson, of Romeo, Mich., and Miss Emma Lamb, of Howell, Mich., were slightly injured. Miss Emma Blackman, of Kalamazoo, escaped without any injuries. The wounded were brought at once to the Glen House, and received every possible care and attention, there being three physicians in attendance. Lindsey, the driver, was probably fatally injured. He had been on the road for ten years, and was considered one of the safest and most reliable drivers on the mountain. Mrs. Vanderhoot, of Chicago, also received slight internal injuries. The Philadelphia Inquirer, Philadelphia, PA 13 Jul 1880 ​ ​ Source, Sweetser's Guide 1886 It is impossible to estimate the number of summer-visitors who now enter the White-Mountain region. One railroad alone claims to have carried 160,000 in one season. It is said that over $3,000,000 are spent in the State every year by pleasure-travellers. Fogg's Stalutical Gazeteer says that the annual income from summer-tourists in 17 towns near the White Mountains is 636,000; in 16 towns near the Franconia Mountains it is $300,000; and in 14 towns in the lake-country it is $ 340,000, — making an aggregate of $ 1,276,000, exclusive of the receipts of several of the great mountain-hotels, the Maine and Vermont border-towns, and the railroads, which would probably swell the sum to above $ 2,500,000. SOURCE MATERIAL: Chronicles of the White Mountains Kilbourne - ​ THE GREAT FIRE ON MOUNT WASHINGTON — OTHER RECENT EVENTS OF INTEREST Aside from the establishment of the White Mountain National Forest, to be dealt with in the next chapter, the most notable event in recent White Mountain history is an occurrence which has already been several times mentioned incidentally, the great fire of the night of Thursday, June 18, 1908 , by which the active portion of the settlement on New England's highest point was in a few hours wiped out and the Summit thrown back to the primitive conditions of half a century before. This most disastrous conflagration not only was a serious setback to the business interests concerned, — a reparable injury, — but, by its removal of a number of ancient landmarks about which were clustered memories and associations of many sort, it occasioned a sentimental loss which cannot be recovered. For it was with genuine sorrow that the news of the fire came to thousands throughout this country and in distant lands, and particularly was the destruction of the hotel lamented by those who as permanent summer guests had enjoyed the hospitality and shelter of the Summit.House, and by those whose occupations were in connection with the enterprises conducted on the Summit. Read the Entire Article at Chronicles of the White Mountains By Frederick Wilkinson Kilbourne SOURCE MATERIAL The Intervale, New Hampshire By Winfield S. Nevins 1887 ​ There are various routes to Intervale. From Boston the most direct is over the Boston and Maine road to North Conway, thence over the Portland and Ogdensburg. The trains run through the Notch from Boston and no change of cars is required. The Maine offers two routes. By the Eastern division we g o through Lynn, Salem, Newburyport, Portsmouth, Great Falls, etc., passing also the noted summer resorts of Swampscott, Beverly and the Hamptons. Trains usually leave at 9.30 A. M. and 1.30 p. M., though this may be varied slightly from year to year. The former is known as the " Flying Mountaineer " and reaches Intervale about 2.10. p. M. By the Western division passengers go through Lawrence, Haverhill, Exeter, and Dover, and join the Eastern division trains at Great Falls. The trip may be made over the Boston and Maine to Portland and thence by the Ogdensburg. A somewhat longer but not less interesting route is that over the Boston and Lowell to Fabyan's, thence down through the Notch by the Ogdensburg. The Portland and Ogdensburg railroad is one of the masterpieces of nineteenth century engineering. From Portland to Glen Station it passes through a beautiful rural section. Beyond Glen Station it. lies along a mountainous region, cutting into the flinty spurs, spanning chasms, deep and wide, and frequently crossing rushing rivers. One of the most enjoyable routes to the mountains is by the boat from Boston to Portland, thence over the Ogdensburg. The steamers of the night line run every night, leaving India wharf, Boston, at seven o'clock in summer, and at five the rest of the year. Usually, the boats of this line run day trips for a month or two of summer leaving at 8 A. M. The boats of this line are finely appointed. The steamers of the International line leave Commercial wharf Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday at 8.30 A. M. for Portland and St. John, in summer. They reach Portland at 4 p. M., in time to take the evening train for Intervale. A day trip from Boston to Portland on the boat on a pleasant day is one of unsurpassed attractiveness among all our local ocean travel. The Ogdensburg road connects at Portland with the Maine Central to Mt. Desert and St. John, and people leaving Intervale in the forenoon can be at Bar Harbor for supper. At Bangor, the Bangor and Piscataquis road branches off for Moosehead Lake, the great New England fishing ground. drunk driver Economic impact great fire intervale To Top Menu To Top Menu Here are a couple short stories about Bartlett people sent in by Brian Knight: George Lincoln Knight (my great-grandfather) of Bartlett worked for the railroad for over fifty years. He never missed even one day of work. Paul Warren Knight (my uncle) of Bartlett was a member of the Bartlett Baseball Team prior to World War II. He could pitch, mostly played 1st base, and could catch a fly ball behind his back when he played in the outfield. Uncle Paul now rests in the peaceful ether of eternity at the Arlington National Cemetery. He was part of a torpedo bomber crew during World War II and is New Hampshire's most decorated World War II veteran. Submitted by Brian A. Knight, June 2009 knight Pictured here are... left to right...Edward Boynton Knight...George Lincoln Knight...Baby is Brian Aston Knight...and Charles Edward Knight. Charles worked as signal repairman in the Bartlett train yard. Charles also worked as watchman at the Peg Mill. I also heard from a close source..that good old Charles peddled booze during prohibition. Photo courtesy of Robert Girouard who received it from Brian Knight. We were recently asked how COOK'S CROSSING came to be named. Norm Head just happened to know the answer. I grew up and still live just up the road from your house (assuming it’s the first shingle style cottage going down the West Side) and am quite familiar with it. The Cook family once owned all of the land that now surrounds your cottage as well as the acreage where The Seasons Condominiums are now. The last Cook family member I knew was Roland Cook who lived in an old farmhouse in the middle of what is now The Seasons Property. I remember his house was reached by a long driveway and was surrounded by pine trees. Mr. Cook worked at Mt. Cranmore and was killed one day on his way to work. The accident happened near the present location of Milford Flooring in Intervale. As you know, there presently is an overpass over the railroad tracks, but the overpass was not always there. Before my time, the road used to just go over the tracks without the benefit of an overpass and vehicles proceeding W or E on Route 302 would have to stop for train traffic. The tracks would thus “cross” the road. Since the Cook family owned most of the land around there and Yankees like to give locations local names, it became known as Cook’s Crossing. The name still shows on many maps and locals still know the reference. It retains its name but I suppose as time goes by, the name may fade away. Another example of a named crossing is where the tracks cross the road just west of Attitash. That is known as Rogers’ Crossing after Harry Rogers and the Rogers family who used to have a farmhouse just over the tracks on the right. Sadly, that house burned flat (and quickly) on a cold and very windy morning. That land as well as the adjoining land where the former town dump was located is now owned by Joe Berry. Hope this helps, glad to try to answer any other questions you might have. Hard to believe that I may be becoming one of those “old timers” that we used to refer to. Indian Chief 'Two Eagles' was asked by a white government official, 'You have observed the white man for 90 years. You've seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done.' The Chief nodded in agreement. The official continued, 'Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?' The Chief stared at the government official for over a minute and then calmly replied. 'When white man find land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water. Women did all the work, Medicine man free. Indian man spend all day hunting and fishing; all night having sex.' Then the chief leaned back and smiled. 'Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that. From the town column in the April 4, 1895 issue of the North Conway Reporter: A little warmer at the present writing. E.A. and Daniel Dinsmore, who have been representing the Chicago Portait Co., returned home Saturday night. G.F. Garland and Frank Locke are working for Walter Pitman. Mr. and Mrs. Nute are staying with Mr. and Mrs. James Garland this spring. There was an unknown man slept in Charles Gray's barn, one night last week. Mrs. E.M. Dinsmore visited her sons at Thorn Hill, last week. Mr. and Mrs. Parker of Lower Bartlett, are stopping at F.E. Littlefield's. Mr. and Mrs. W.H.H. Pitman visited at Chatham, last week. Rumor says that I.W. Hodge of Bartlett, will soon move his family back to his old home. Mrs. Catherine Andrews Hodge, wife of James H. Hodge, was born in Chatham, and died at her home here, the 15th of February. Mrs. Hodge had a shock two weeks before her death from which she never rallied. She was a great suffer to the end. The funeral was held the 17th, Rev. Andrews of Intervale, officiating; also the Intervale Choir was in attendance. Several beautiful wreaths of flowers were furnished by relatives. Mrs. Hodge was a very quiet woman, never going around much. She will be much missed in the neighborhood. She leaves a husband and two children, Mrs. Fred E. Littlefield of this place, and John W. Hodge of Bartlett. We extend sympathy to the relatives Connecticut Yankee retold by S. E. Schlosser Now, here in the South, we all do not approve of your so-called Connecticut Yankee peddlers. So when one appeared in the yard of my tavern, I was not of a mind to give him room for the night. He was a scrawny fellow with a mop of white hair and a withered face. He did not seem like a crafty Yankee peddler. He looked more like a grandfather on his last legs. Surely this Connecticut Yankee had no harm in him! Curiosity being my downfall, as my wife would be the first to tell you, I was keen to see a real Yankee trick. So I told him that he might have lodgings for the night if he would play a Yankee trick before he left. Well, he promised me the trick, but said he was tired and went directly to bed. The next morning, everything went wrong. My yard boy never showed up. I was forced to care for the horses myself while my wife cooked breakfast. When I finally got inside, my wife was leaning over a table full of the peddler's wares. She was fingering a coverlet which matched the ones we had upstairs. The peddler named a ridiculously low price and my wife nodded eagerly. Just then one of our other customers called me to his table to pay his bill, so I did not see the peddler finalize the sale. It was only after the peddler had called for his buggy, paid for his room, and begun to drive away that I suddenly remembered his promise. "Peddler!" I called. "What about the Yankee trick your promised? I did not see any trick!" "You will," he said, whipping up his horse. Just then, my wife stuck her head out from one of the rooms upstairs. "Harry!" she cried. "That sneaky Yankee just sold me the coverlet from off his bed!" "Used with permission of S.E. Schlosser and AmericanFolklore.net. Copyright 200__. All rights reserved." More Tall Tales from this Source ​ ​ AND YOU THINK YOUR LIFE IS TOUGH ? From the book, "Lucy Crawford's History of the White Mountains": In December of 1783 Richard Garland was one of only five inhabitants of this location and there were but few inhabitants within 36 miles. Dover was the closest town for purchasing provisions. At one point Mr Garland had a small farm cultivated and one of his neighbors offered him a team of horses if he could find a plow. Mr Garland then went 7 miles and borrowed the nearest one. He carried it home on his back, plowed all day and into the night, then carried the plow back. During this same day he went 2 miles to buy a 50 pound bale of hay, which he also carried home on his back. When Bartlett was incorporated in 1790 Mr Garland was the town's first constable and collector of taxes. Mr Garland also helped Captain Rosebrook in his endeavors to found a highway through the notch by bringing the first load of supplies (rum) through the notch to prove it could be done. Business Directory 1875 cooks crossing gossip CT Yankee two eagle garland directory To Top Menu To Top Menu To Top Menu To Top Menu merry THRIVING CLUB OF "MERRY WIDOWS" Un-dated. The town of Bartlett, N.H. has the distinction of having more widows in proportion to its size than any town in America yet heard from.The population of the town is less than 1000, about one-third of which are women. At least one-quarter of this number of women are widows, and the most interesting thing about the Bartlett widows is that they are all self-supporting. Widows do every conceivable kind of work in Bartlett. They manage farms, milk cows, team, raise strawberries, and in the berry season pick blueberries and blackberries on the mountains for sale in the large cities. They crate their own berries, do their own gardening, and work side by side with men in the sawmill of the town bunching shingles. They form the majority of the workers in the woodworkers mill, the largest of its kind in New England. They also do woman's own work, such as dressmaking, millinery, nursing and school teaching, while the Bartlett cooks are noted.The summer boarding houses there, which during the vacation are filled with city visitors, are run by widows, and the boarding houses for the sawmill men and the railroad men are managed by widows.It is interesting to observe that few of the Bartlett widows were widowed there, and it is rare indeed that a widow marries in Bartlett.A widow plays the church organ in the leading church of the village. A widow is the town school principal. All the choir singers are widows. There are widows on every street in Bartlett. Every other house on every street contains a widow.In age these theoretically lone women vary from the sunny side of 30 to the shady side of 60.Widows are leaders of society in Bartlett, and the majority of them can handle a six-footer like a man. Indeed, some compete with the men in shooting matches. Numerically so strong are the widows in Bartlett that they have recently formed a novel society, "The Merry Widows' Club." This boasts nearly 100 members. The president, Mrs. John Mersereau, is called "the Queen of the Bartlett Widows," perhaps 50, as spry and jolly as a girl, and famed through the country as its best cook. The secretary, Mrs. Lulu Wilson, is the youngest widow of the society, and a school teacher; the treasurer, Mrs. Susan Foster, is a nurse. At one time she managed a millinery store. She is a mother of a fine family of children, and has a cozy home.Mrs. Jane Stewart, chairman of the executive committee and vice president of the Widow's society, works in the woodworking mill, and owns a pretty little cottage in the center of Bartlett. She has an adopted child, a waif she took from an orphan asylum. Mrs. Isabel Muir, another member of the executive committee, boards railroad men, and Mrs. Jane Wasson, another member, is a successful nurse and housekeeper."Why shouldn't we be merry widow?" said Mrs. Mersereau, the society president. "We can take care of ourselves; we are healthy, and have all the work we need; we are a community where we have plenty of honest admirers. We have no reason to be sorrowful, and every reason to be merry." To Top Menu A few thoughts inspired by Carl Sagan: We present day humans tend to vastly over emphasize our importance both in terms of this planet and the universe as a whole. Man-kinds entire existence of about 2 million years is little more than a quick flash of light when put in a timeline of the first life form 10 billion years ago and the universe, which is estimated to be 13.8 billion years. The span of recorded history is a mere 5000 years. For many of us the events that happened in the past 500 years are relevant yet the stories from one generation to the next seem to be forgotten unless someone wrote them down. There have been, perhaps, 30,000 generations that came before us. If one can trace his own lineage back 5 or 6 generations he is doing well. Our time stamp in the big picture of things is truly trivial and history demonstrates that the earth will be fine for at least another billion years, with or without mankind playing a role. xxx Contributed by Clayton Smith, April 2011: There are places in the Bartlett area that without being shared will be forgotten and disappear. I have heard of two places in the experimental forest that my uncles, cousins, and other local old timers went to for hunting. Hearing stories of hikes to these places, and good times spent with fathers teaching their sons the honored traditions of self sufficiency, hunting, fishing, survival, and becoming a man. One was the Hermit's Shelter. The details of the story of the hermit are fuzzy. I've heard slightly different accounts. But, here's what I've heard: "There was a hermit who lived in the upper Bear Notch area sometime in the early nineteen hundreds up to possibly the World War Two era who lived off of the land. He was self sufficient, and by definition, lived like a hermit. He poached game as he needed food and perhaps hides to use and sell. The game wardens of the day (or whatever tile they had, maybe a special task of the CCCs?) searched for his cabin/home/camp, found it and burned it to get rid of him. He then being a stubborn man with Yankee ingenuity relocated his base to a shelter which could not be burned; a massive boulder with the potential of hospitality for one. This boulder had a crack which ran vertical through the ceiling, enough to put a chimney for a wood stove. The ending of what I know of the history of the hermit" Sounding somewhat as a treasure story one would tell their children before bedtime, mention of a buried keg of silver dollars has rung in my ears for many years. Who knows? Maybe you? The other place is Pert's camp: "Pert's camp was a hunting camp with a more solid history. Not there anymore due to being burned, some say that they could recognize the remains if they could get in the area again." Yes, there is more to these stories. I forget my bank account number, phone numbers, and even names of people I met days before, but I remember every detail of these stories as they were told. If you have any stories about these type of places, or perhaps info missing to my stories, for the heritage of Bartlett please share. sagan smith Here is an interesting story we received by e-mail. It sounded like Mr. Morton would like us to share it with you: Hi to all in Bartlett , From Sanbornton I attended the Bartlett village school from 1947 to 1952. Lucille Garland, rest her soul, would let me sleep everyday after lunch. This went on until the Christmas Vacation of first grade when my mother managed to adjust my sleeping habits. I imagine there was more than a little embarrassment on the part of my father Raymond who was the high school principal. Bert, my father would give me 5cents each day at noon so I could go to your fathers store to buy The Boston Post. The paper cost 3 cents and each day I was allowed to keep the change. In later years my father called the two cents change transportation charges. But it didn't end there. After I had saved enough to do serious damage to the candy supply at the store it all came back to Franklin George. Oh what memories I have of Bartlett . I remember getting in trouble at Newton Howards store when I picked up an orange and put it in my pocket. No one saw it happen, but my mother found it in my coat and I was back to the store in a hurry with that orange. That was about the time of the big Brinks robbery in Boston and I was somehow headed for a big time career in crime in my mothers mind. A .few years later Newton died in the house that was behind the Bartlett Hotel. A Mr. Lane lived in the house and ran the hotel. His grandson is John Chandler, a cousin of Gene and nephew of Alice Davis. I was invited to spend the night there with John as he was up from Massachusetts to visit for a few days. When bedtime came I was shown to a room upstairs and was in bed when I made a remark about the huge four poster bed. It was then that I was told that I was in the bed used by Newton Howard. I only vaguely remember going down the stairs, but I was headed home in my night clothes.I could tell my memories for several pages, but I thought you might get a laugh about some contemporary Bartlett history. My main purpose in this Email is to correct some mis-information written by a Jeremy Saxe with regard to Livermore and the Sawyer River Railroad.According to the account in your website which is the same as the account on abandoned railroads.com, the village of Livermore was wiped off the face of the earth starting in 1935 and completed two years later. Now we know that is not true, because I remember going there as a kid with my Dad to fish in the river and looking into the house owned by the Saunders family. We went to an auction there I believe in 1952. Jimmie Clemons bought a lot of stuff including the interior of the Post Office .Maybe he bought the whole building. At the time of the auction there were two men who lived in Livermore . They did not speak to each other so the story went. The NH Legislature voted to allow the town to revert to a status whereby it no longer existed as a legal entity in 1952. I dont write to be a nit picker rather to set the record straight. Soon the people who remember Livermore will be gone and misinformation will become reality and history. Do you remember Fred Washburn? He lived up the road about halfway between Franklins store and the crossing. He worked for the railroad and was also a plumber around the village. I remember Wayland Cook, who was my neighbor, telling me when I was an adult that Fred brought the last locomotive out of Livermore . The year was about 1936 which fits the timeline of the Federal takeover Thanks for taking the time to hear me out. Time to get ready for that storm coming tonight. Ellsworth Morton PS: I inadvertently used the name of Newton Howard when I should have used G.K Howard as the man who owned the store and the Bartlett Hotel. It did not seem right to me at the time but overnight I figured out my mistake. I believe Newton was a son or nephew of G.K. Thank you Ellsworth Morton morton To Top Menu Feb 2019: BARTLETT — Local residents are disputing a story posted as a piece of internet click bait that dubbed Bartlett as “the most boring” town in New Hampshire. ​ People counter that Bartlett offers a lot of fun stuff to do from Story Land to Attitash. The story, by Alex Daniel, was posted on bestlifeonline.com and was later picked up by MSN on Feb. 20. BestLife describes itself as “a site for men who want to live to the fullest. It’s the definitive resource for health tips, advice on accumulating wealth, food tips and tricks, notes on sex and style — everything you need to get you the body and the life you want.” ​ The story was illustrated with a photo of Bartlett showing pumpkin people posed by some old farm equipment and hay bales. The Bartlett Covered Bridge Gift Shoppe is in the background. Daniels wrote: “Drawing on data from the U.S. Census and American Community Survey, we examined which places in each state have the highest median ages, fewest number of things to do, and lowest population density – making it a decent chance you’ll have trouble finding tons and tons of fun.” ​ He found that Bartlett, with a population of 2,788, has a density of 37.03 people per square mile, a median age of 50.1, a percentage of population over 65 of 22.7 percent, a percent of family house holds of 58.3, six entertainment spots and 31 hotels and restaurants. Maine’s most boring town was reported as Dover-Foxcroft. It has a population of 4,077, a density of about 57 people per square mile and a median age of 49.5. Dover-Foxcroft has three entertainment spots and eight restaurants. ​ Bartlett police blew the whistle on the offending story on Tuesday. Cpl. Ian MacMillan on Facebook tried to tag every “business and attraction” in Bartlett, but Facebook limited him to 50. “I don’t care if you are Left, Right or somewhere in between, but this lovely bit from MSN is just plain, Fake News,” said MacMillan. “Boring? Not. One. Bit. I’ll gladly offer up Hart’s Location in exchange. There is just so much to do here, even if you aren’t a flatlander.” The Sun took comments from the business community and others. Perhaps no one hit back harder than Janice Crawford, executive director of the Mt. Washington Valley Chamber of Commerce. She said MSN is wrong and the story tarnishes its credibility. “Obviously, their criteria did not take into consideration Bartlett’s low property tax rate, stellar school, delicious restaurants, ski area and Nordic centers, access to the white mountain national forest, scenic rides, swimming holes, lodging choices and the people,” said Crawford. “Where else can you find a restaurant with a caboose, a model train running around the top tier of the wall, a historical society refurbishing an old church, forward-thinking citizens developing a community gathering place for the future, Story Land and an aquarium, a florist who survived a lightning hit, entrepreneurs who survived bankruptcy and fires, and keep on growing? The best red berry-picking for winter bouquets, sap houses and turns into the north pole when necessary. “Not to mention the rich and famous who shall remain nameless because we respect our people unlike MSN.” ​ Story Land’s Lauren Hawkins said not only is Story Land is geared to children 2-12 and their families, there’s plenty of other activities to do in town like hiking, skiing and kayaking. MSN doesn’t realize how much there is to do in this area,” she said. Rep. Anita Burroughs (D-Bartlett) also pushed back in an email to the Sun. “Bartlett boring?? Never,” said Burroughs. The reasons she listed: Some of the best cross-country skiing in the state, downhill skiing at Attitash, kayaking and tubing. The White Mountain National Forest, Story Land, Diana’s Baths, hiking and snowshoeing. And home to some of the most interesting people in the state. “It’s perplexing how anyone who has spent time here would consider Bartlett to be boring. There’s actually too much great activity to choose from!” she said. However, Bartlett Selectman and former Speaker of the House Gene Chandler was fine with keeping the town’s interesting status a secret. “That’s fine, life is kind of laid back here,” he said. boring CONTENT THIS PAGE A Case of Inhospitable Hospitality The Desert House-Customer is always right You're at the Wrong Office First snowmobile invented in Wisconsin Drunk Driver Fatal Accident Mt Washington 1880 1886 Economic Impact from Tourism 1908 The Great Fire on Mt Washington How to Get to Intervale in 1887 Bartlett, Most Boring Town? Brian Knight Remembers Relatives How did Cooks Crossing Get Named? Bartlett Town Gossip 1895 Ct Yankee Pulls a Fast One on Innkeeper Indian Chief Two Eagles and Gov't Man And You Think Your Life is Tough; Try a Richard Garland Day in 1783 1875 Bartlett Business Directory Bartlett's Merry Widows Put Yourself in Perspective - Carl Sagan Clayton Smith - Pert's Camp/Hermits Shelter Ellsworth Morton Recalls Life in Bartlet t

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Hotels & Lodgings in the Village Area Page 1 ​ Upper Village Area Intervale Area Glen Area Historic Lodging Map Historic Lodging Map Hotels Lodging Page 1 Continue to page 2 Continue to page 3 Cave Mountain House Share CAVE MOUNTAIN HOUSE: 1890 - 1905 (below) was originally the summer home of one of the Jose brothers , owners of Bartlett Land and Lumber Company . The Hotel was managed by one Edgar Stevens , whose specialty was entertaining the guests both at the Inn and with excursions through the mountains. Mr Stevens was a fabulous story-teller and enjoyed personally escorting his guests on wild rides through the mountains. The Inn's rooms were advertised as large and airy, with electric lights, hot and cold running water, and excellent views from most rooms. There was also a large farm connected with the hotel that provided fresh eggs, meat and vegetables. All this could be had for prices ranging from $7 to $12 per week. (in perspective, an average family earned about $35./ month in 1895). On May 1, 1905 the Cave Mountain House and barn were totally destroyed by fire caused by a defective chimney. The insured loss amounted to $10875. The site remained empty until 1912 when the Howard Hotel was built on the same site. caveMtnHse The Cave Mountain House burned in 1905 and was rebuilt as The Howard Hotel. Owned by G.K. Howard it opened in 1912. It was a first class hotel in its prime. Every room on the second and third floor connected with a bathroom, hot and cold water, and a room telephone to the front desk. The dining room seated 75 people. It provided drivers. See the original 1912 sales brochure for the Howard Hotel HERE The hotel was eventually purchased by Matt Elliot and Realand Hart and renamed the Bartlett Hotel. Matt operated the Hotel until his death in1985 at which time it was purchased by the Yannones of Brockton Massachusetts. In the winter of 1989 the Hotel was destroyed by fire caused while thawing frozen pipes. Source credit: The Latchstring was Always Out Aileen M. Carroll The Howard Hotel The Bartlett House was built in 1856 by Franklin George , first as his residence and shortly thereafter, as the town became a stopover for travelers on their way through Crawford Notch, he operated as an Inn. (There was no railroad in 1856). During the next 15 years several additions were made and in 1872 it became known as The Bartlett House. (Not to be confused with The Upper Bartlett House which was about half a mile further west). After the railroad was constructed through the Notch Franklin leased the Mt Crawford House for a period of five years beginning in 1872. It's location directly on the railroad line was ideal. Franklin was an industrious man, laying out a bridle path to the summit of Mt Langdon, operating a building and loan association and owning vast tracts of land stretching from the Saco River to the Albany Town Line. He also established the Bartlett Water Company and found time to be a Bartlett Selectman for six terms. He served as a State Representative in 1878 and was the Town Tax Collector as late as 1890. ​ The former Bartlett House is located in the center of the Village at the blinking light. It is now the residence of Bert and Gretta George. It operated as an Inn from 1856 to 1892. Reference Material for this Tourism Section comes from: The Latchstring was Always Out by Aileen M. Carroll 1994 Historic Lodging Map Hotels Lodging Page 1 Continue to page 2 Continue to page 3 The Bide-a-Wee is the second house on the left on River Street in the Village. It was operated by Charlotte and Frank Lobdell from 1920 to 1941. They catered to railroad workers and tourists alike. The Maple Cottage Owned by George Chesley from about 1920 to 1939. He could accommodate both summer boarders and auto parties. After World War 2 it was purchased by the Stoatemaiers and is currently operated as The Lawrencian Ski Club . The Woodbine Cottage was built in 1890 by Alba Charles Gray and Ida Story Gray . They had a lumber business and built this home in 1890 in Bartlett. They eventually sold the home and it was later operated by Mrs A.F. Bergeron in the 1930's. It was later occupied by Richard Jones and retains nearly all the character now as then. Upon Mr Jones death the property was willed to a group of his friends who utilize it as a vacation home. It is the second house east of the school. Just Across the street is the former Elms Inn operated by Mrya Smith and now the home of Cheryl and Richard Ne alley. The building just to the east was a Sunoco Gas Station and repair shop operated by Ellwood Dinsmore from the mid 1940's to the early 1970's. OBED HALL, Early Pioneer ​ In 1790 Obed Hall's Tavern was probably located at the junction of today's Bear Notch Road and Route 302, today's park. Obed came to Bartlett from Madbury as an early Bartlett pioneer who became a prominent citizen, serving as Selectman, Town Treasurer, and was elected to Congress in 1810. In 1819 he ran for the Senate but did not win that election. Read the Hall Ancestry Here Travel at this time was hazardous and Tavern-keepers considered themselves benefactors to the traveling public rather than businessmen. Mr Hall was one of two appointed as Surveyors of Highways and he was among those who petitioned the General Court in 1793 for a tax of one penney per acre to be used for the improvement of roads within the town. Obed first married a woman 20 years his senior and second time a woman 20 years his Junior. After Obed's death his wife moved to Portland Maine and re-married to Richard O'Dell. Obed's Tavern was operated at various times by William White and Benjamin Gould. In addition to the Tavern Mr Hall also tended a large farm which was located partially on the property that is todays Sky Valley Motel. It was probably 100 acres or more. It was thought that he also operated a lodging establishment at the farm. Mr Hall's brother Ebenezer also lived in Bartlett and was a school teacher in the local school. From 1811 to 1829 he was Judge of Probate for Coos County (Joseph S. Hall was NOT related to Obed, but he was the builder of the first summit house on Mount Washington in 1852. Joseph Seavey Hall of Bartlett was one of the most important participants in mid-nineteenth century events in Crawford Notch (or the White Mountain Notch as it was known in those days) and on Mt. Washington. Yet most people have never heard of him. Read the Story at the White Mountain History web site, HERE .) Obed 1st was the uncle of this Obed. OBED HALL 2nd. 1795 -1873 Son of Hon. Ebenezer L. and Lydia (Dinsmore) Hall ; born, Conway, February 23, 1795 ; (Ebenezer was Obed 1st's brother) practiced, Bartlett and Tamworth ; died, Tamworth, May 21, 1873. In the war of 1812 Mr. Hall was in the military service for a short time, in a company of militia at Portsmouth. His early education was imperfect, and he studied law three years with Enoch Lincoln of Fryeburg, Maine, and two years with Lyman B. Walker of Meredith. He first set up in practice at Bartlett, and about 1820 changed his residence to Tamworth. He was representative in the legislature in 1840 and 1841, in which latter year he was appointed register of Probate for the new county of Carroll. That post he occupied ten years. In 1854 and 1856 he was a State Senator. He was a lawyer of respectable acquirements, but preferred to give his time and attention to politics, which did not conduce to his legal progress nor to his pecuniary profit. He gave much attention to his farm, being partial to agriculture. He was public-spirited, and in private life benevolent and kindly. His first wife was Elizabeth Gilman of Tamworth, who bore him one daughter; his second was Caroline E., daughter of John Carroll of Maine. She left him a daughter, who outlived her father. SOURCE: The bench and bar of New Hampshire: including biographical notices ... By Charles Henry Bell ObedHall howardHotel BartlettHouse MpleCottage woodbine bide a wee The Thompson's Inn is recognizable today as the Chippanock , across the street from the Post Office. It began as a private residence but by 1918 was operated as an Inn/Restaurant by Gertrude Thompson whose husband worked as a fireman on the railroad. In 1945 it was purchased by Sanford Hill who renamed it th e Chippanock (bright north star). He continued to operate it until his death in the early 1990'S. Compare the two pictures below, the left picture is about 1920. The right picture is about 1950. Business must have been good to allow for the significant expansion. thompsons silverSprCottage Silver Springs Cottage was actually a large farm operated by James and Emeline Nute ...(not to be confused with Silver Springs Lodge further west on Rte 302) Folks would come to spend the summer on a rural farm. It burned years ago but it's cellar hole is still visible just east of Mountain Home Cabins. The property was eventually inherited by Carrie LeBar , Upper Bartlett's only black resident in the 1960's, who operated the Lone Maple which was located about a half mile closer to the Village Center. It also burned in the late 1960's and has been replaced by the home of the Gerry and Eileen McManus. The current Mountain Home Cabins originated in the early 19th century, probably as a stage stop. It was originally part of the Stillings family land It became the property of James and Emeline Nute. They sold the business to Clifton and Lucille Garland . The cabins were built two per year starting in 1931. In the 1920's, before the cabins, it operated as a campground. Cabins being a seasonal operation allowed Lucille to be a school teacher in Bartlett and Clifton tended milking cows. The property continues to be operated by Clifton's grand children who also operate Bear Notch Ski Touring Company from the site mtnHome OrinCook Directly across the street from the Woodbine is the Willow Cottage Inn which was owned by Ralph and Elizabeth Mead . Ralph died of the influenza strain of 1918 but Elizabeth continued to operate the inn for some time after that. The house was owned for a time by Gary Roy. As of 2023 it is owned and occupied by Barbara Altier1 who has lived there since 2015. This is a photo of Orin Cook in 1945 cutting hay in the field across the street from his Maple Dale Farm House. And, Orin and Martha Cook with two unidentified children. Maple Dale was originally part of a much larger tract owned by Obed Hall . The following year Orin sold a portion of the farm to Alan and Libby Eliason who constructed the Sky Valley Cottages. willowcottage Andrew and Anna Arendt operated The Maple Dale , which is now the Penguin Ski Club. Andrew died first in 1959 and Anna only stayed at Maple Dale for about three years after Andrews Death. She died some 10 years later in New York City. Burial is in the Catholic Cemetery in Bartlett. These pictures are about 1948, courtesy Alan Eliason.. mapledale The Garland Inn on Albany Avenue. built by Eben Garland about 1890. It also housed a drug store and jewelry store. It was sold to the Hodgkins family about 1920 for use as a private residence. It is still owned by the Hodgkins family. Click Pic for a large view Judith Garland Miller of Lake Helen Florida provided this information about her father, Eben Garland: (1/23/13) Editors Note: An 1890 map of Bartlett Village shows an E.O. Garland General Merchandise Store; however, this Eben was not of that branch of the family. This Eben resided in the Intervale area. Judith Garland Miller told us "He left Bartlett as a young man probably in his 20s. He married my mother in 1937 in Pennsylvania and he never mentioned anything about the 'Garland Inn'. That may be another branch of the garland family. His father was Grover Wildred Garland and his father was James Merle Garland." Now that the holidays and bustle of the season is past, thought I would get back to you and give you a little something: My father - Eben Garland - told me this soon before he passed away. He said in 1918 or 1919 maybe the winter of 1919 -1920 there was a movie made about a logging camp on his grandfather's farm. The movie stared Harold or Howard Lockwood. My father is in the movie along with his grandfather. They had an oxen driven wagon and my father was in the wagon. It was either in the Dundee or Intervale area. I cannot find out anything about this but maybe it would be something that would be in some archives or something about the area. This is all I know but maybe it could be something to look into. Thank you Judith Garland Miller If you know more about this, or anything else about Eben, tell us. the garland 1952: The west end of Main Street showing the train yard. The Chippanock Inn and Garland's Restaurant can be seen, lower center. The Peg Mill is at top center. Continue to page 2 Upper Village Area Intervale Area Glen Area Historic Lodging Map Historic Lodging Map Upper Village Hotels Loding Page 1 Upper Village Lodging page 2 Upper Village Lodging page 3

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The 1826 Willey Slide Sad to say, but the Willey Slide, more than any other single event, played a large part in bringing fame, and tourists, to the White Mountain area, SOURCE MATERIAL: THE HEART OF THE WHITE MOUNTAINS THEIR LEGEND AND SCENERY BY SAMUEL ADAMS DRAKE WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY W. HAMILTON GIBSON “Eyes loose: thoughts close” NEW YORK HARPER & BROTHERS. FRANKLIN SQUARE - 1882 ​ ​ Samuel Adams Drake's Trek Through Crawford Notch in the 1880's For two miles the gorge winds between these mountains to where it is apparently sealed up by a sheer mass of purple precipices lodged full in its throat. This is Mount Willard. The vast chasm glowed with the gorgeous colors of the foliage, even when a passing cloud obscured the sun. These general observations made, we cast our eyes down into the vale reposing at our feet. We had chosen for our point of view that to which Abel Crawford conducted Sir Charles Lyell in 1845. The scientist has made the avalanche bear witness to the glacier, precisely as one criminal is made to convict another under our laws. ​ Five hundred feet below us was a little clearing, containing a hamlet of two or three houses. From this hamlet to the storm-crushed crags glistening on the summit of Mount Willey the track of an old avalanche was still distinguishable, though the birches and alders rooted among the debris threatened to obliterate it at no distant day. ​ We descended by this still plain path to the houses at the foot of the mountain. One and the other are associated with the most tragic event connected with the history of the great Notch. We found two houses, a larger and smaller, fronting the road, neither of which merits a description; although evidence that it was visited by multitudes of curious pilgrims abounded on the walls of the unoccupied building. ​ Since quite early in the century, this house was kept as an inn; and for a long time it was the only stopping-place between Abel Crawford’s below and Captain Rosebrook’s above—a distance of thirteen miles. Its situation, at the entrance of the great Notch, was advantageous to the public and to the landlord, but attended with a danger which seems not to have been sufficiently regarded, if indeed it caused successive inmates particular concern. This fatal security had a lamentable sequel. ​ MOUNT WILLARD FROM WILLEY BROOK. In 1826 this house was occupied by Samuel Willey, his wife, five children, and two hired men. During the summer a drought of unusual severity dried the streams, and parched the thin soil of the neighboring mountains. On the evening of the 26th of June 1826, the family heard a heavy, rumbling noise, apparently proceeding from the mountain behind them. In terror and amazement they ran out of the house. They saw the mountain in motion. They saw an immense mass of earth and rock detach itself and move toward the valley, at first slowly, then with gathered and irresistible momentum. Rocks, trees, earth, were swooping down upon them from the heights in three destroying streams. The spectators stood rooted to the spot. Before they could recover their presence of mind the avalanche was upon them. One torrent crossed the road only ten rods from the house; another a little distance beyond; while the third and largest portion took a different direction. With great labor a way was made over the mass of rubbish for the road. The avalanche had shivered the largest trees, and borne rocks weighing many tons almost to the door of the lonely habitation. ​ This awful warning passed unheeded. On the 28th of August 1826 , at dusk, a storm burst upon the mountains, and raged with indescribable fury throughout the night. The rain fell in sheets. Innumerable torrents suddenly broke forth on all sides, deluging the narrow valley, and bearing with them forests that had covered the mountains for ages. The swollen and turbid Saco rose over its banks, flooding the Intervales, and spreading destruction in its course. ​ Two days afterward a traveler succeeded in forcing his way through the Notch. He found the Willey House standing uninjured in the midst of woeful desolation. A second avalanche, descended from Mount Willey during the storm, had buried the little vale beneath its ruins. The traveler, affrighted by the scene around him, pushed open the door. As he did so, a half-famished dog, sole inmate of the house, disputed his entrance with a mournful howl. He entered. The interior was silent and deserted. A candle burnt to the socket, the clothing of the inmates lying by their bedsides, testified to the haste with which this devoted family had fled. The death-like hush pervading the lonely cabin—these evidences of the horrible and untimely fate of the family—the appalling scene of wreck all around, froze the solitary intruder’s blood. In terror he, too, fled from the doomed dwelling. ​ On arriving at Bartlett , the traveler reported what he had seen. Assistance was dispatched to the scene of disaster. The rescuers came too late to render aid to the living, but they found, and buried on the spot, the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Willey, and the two hired men. The remaining children were never found. ​ It was easily conjectured that the terrified family, alive at last to the appalling danger that menaced them, and feeling the solid earth tremble in the throes of the mountain, sought safety in flight. They only rushed to their doom. The discovery of the bodies showed but too plainly the manner of their death. They had been instantly swallowed up by the avalanche, which, in the inexplicable order of things visible in great calamities, divided behind the house, leaving the frail structure unharmed, while its inmates were hurried into eternity. ​ For some time after the disaster a curse seemed to rest upon the old Notch House. No one would occupy it. Travelers shunned it. It remained untenanted, though open to all who might be driven to seek its inhospitable shelter, until the deep impression of horror which the fate of the Willey family inspired had, in a measure, effaced itself. ​ The effects of the cataclysm were everywhere. For twenty-one miles, almost its entire length, the turnpike was demolished. Twenty-one of the twenty-three bridges were swept away. In some places the meadows were buried to the depth of several feet beneath sand, earth, and rocks; in others, heaps of great trees, which the torrent had torn up by the roots, barricaded the route. The mountains presented a ghastly spectacle. One single night sufficed to obliterate the work of centuries, to strip their summits bare of verdure, and to leave them with shreds of forest and patches of shrubbery hanging to their stark and naked sides. Thus their whole aspect was altered to an extent hardly to be realized to-day, though remarked with mingled wonder and dread long after the period of the convulsion. From the house our eyes naturally wandered to the mountain, where quarry men were pecking at its side like yellow-hammers at a dead sycamore. All at once a tremendous explosion was heard, and a stream of loosened earth and bowlders came rattling down the mountain. So unexpected was the sound, so startling its multiplied echo, it seemed as if the mountain had uttered a roar of rage and pain, which was taken up and repeated by the other mountains until the uproar became deafening. When the reverberation died away in the distance, we again heard the metallic click of the miners’ hammers chipping away at the gaunt ribs of Mount Willey. ​ How does it happen that this catastrophe is still able to awaken the liveliest interest for the fate of the Willey family? Why is it that the oft-repeated tale seems ever new in the ears of sympathetic listeners? Our age is crowded with horrors, to which this seems trifling indeed. May we not attribute it to the influence which the actual scene exerts on the imagination? One must stand on the spot to comprehend ; must feel the mysterious terror to which all who come within the influence of the gorge submit. Here the annihilation of a family is but the legitimate expression of that feeling. It seems altogether natural to the place. The ravine might well be the sepulchre of a million human beings, instead of the grave of a single obscure family. FIRST HOUSE IN THE NOTCH. The Willey House is the oldest building erected in the Notch. This was built in the year 1793, by a Mr. Davis, to accommodate the unfortunate storm-bound traveler , who, from curiosity, or on business, might dare the dangers of this wild pass. Then a little grassy meadow stretched along the bank of the Saco; tall rock-maples, and a towering mountain barrier, rose in the background from this little home of the pilgrim. How like a cool shadow of a great rock was this retreat among the frowning crags ! But the thundering avalanche came, and, since August 28th, 1826, the spirit of desolation has brooded over that fated spot. How lonely there is the dirge of the high wind, as it sweeps down that solitary chasm; and the wail of the sunset breeze, with the loud requiem of the on-rushing hurricane, is most mournful, for human bones are there palled in an avalanche's ruins.' Source: Historical Relics of the White Mountains: Also , A Concise White Mountain Guide By John H. Spaulding 1862. Website Editor's note: The "Mr Davis" referred here may have been the father of Nathaniel Davis, who was the son in law of Abel and Hannah Crawford. Nathaniel Davis completed the Davis Path up Mt Crawford in 1845. The original Willey House as it appeared in 1866. In 1898 It was destroyed by fire. "The Ambitious Guest" is a short story by Nathaniel Hawthorne . First published in New-England Magazine in June of 1835 , it is better known for its publication in the second volume of Twice-Told Tales in 1835 . [edit ] Plot A man visits a family on a mountain side that is a famous stop for people who travel on the route. The family asks him to stay, then the mountain begins to tremble but the father reassure that the mountain won't go down, and he has a hideaway in the event that it does. The stranger gives them some advice and the mountain became to fall. They ran to the safe house but didn't make it. The snow never hit the house. Some people noticed that they were gone but nobody knew the stranger. The basis of the story is the Willey tragedy of Crawford Notch , New Hampshire . ambitious Sources: Incidents in White Mountain history - by Rev. Benjamin G. Willey https://www.ancestry.com › genealogy › records › levi-chubbuck_91882748 "The History of Carroll County", 1889, Georgia Drew Merrill brooklyncentre.com › trees › getperson Bartlett NH - In the Valley of the Saco - Aileen Carroll - 1990 Lucy Crawford's History of the White Mountains - circa 1860 REPRESENTATIVE CITIZENS OF The State of New Hampshire • BOSTON - NEW ENGLAND HISTORICAL PUBLISHING COMPANY 15 COURT SQUARE 1902

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2 More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... Bartlett Village Railroad Station And yard This page was researched and written by Scotty Mallett We are working on this page The first Bartlett Railroad station was built in the fall of 1872 and passenger trains started running to Bartlett on October 20, 1873. The first station was built next to Mill Brook and was 3 stories in height. This station was lost along with the freight house in the town fire of 1896. (See Side Bar) The first Bartlett Village Station circa 1873 Photo Credit Bill Gove The second station was built in 1896 after the town fire. It was a large 3 storied building and was so well liked and constructed it was mentioned in the State of New Hampshire Railroad commissioner’s Report. The station had a ticket office, a telegrapher’s office, a western union office, a waiting Room, a Restaurant, A large station platform with a canopy to protect the passengers from the elements, oak walls with gold inlay, marble wash basins and hardwood floors. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ There are conflicting dates of when this station burned but Maine Central Railroad records say it burned in 1920. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ T he third station was built that same year (1920). The reason for the speedy rebuild of the 3rd and final Bartlett station is because Maine Central used elements of the second station for the new 3rd station. This station used the reclaimed 1st floor the second and 3rd floor were removed. It retained the marble wash basins, the telegraphers, Western Union and ticket offices, the hardwood floors, the waiting room and the oak walls with gold inlay. ​ The Bartlett Station, on the right, early 1950's. Big building at left was the Honeywell Thermostat Factory and before that G.K Howard's Hardware Merchandise store. (Mt Carrigain under the signal pole) Photo Credit: Dane Malcolm. In 1958 the Maine Central Railroad abolished passenger service. The Portland and Ogdensburg Railroad and then the Maine Central Railroad ran passenger service from 1873-1958. The Bartlett Station was sold to a ski club in 1959. In October 1959 the ski club were doing renovations to the inside of the building, stirring up coal dust left from years of coal being used to heat the building. A new oil furnace was installed to keep the station warm in the coming winter months. Later that day after everyone had left, the new furnace clicked on igniting the coal dust left in the air. The station, now a private building was never rebuilt. Today people at a glance see the beautiful Hodgkin’s Memorial Park. The outline of the east end of the granite cellar wall can be found. The soil is reclaiming the spot and eventually there will be no trace of the station, only memories. This photo dated 1908 sIDE bAR THE TOWN FIRE 1896: Concord Evening Monitor 1893 (1896)? Fire Sunday Destroys Entire Business District in Bartlett Total damage will approximate $100,000 At 5 o’clock a fire was discovered at rear of H. L. Towle’s grocery store and as there was no fire department in the village, it spread with lightening like rapidity. Word was telegraphed to North Conway for aid and at 7 o’clock a special train left for the scene. The ten mile run was made in a little over ten minutes. When the special arrived the business portion of the town was in ashes. The most strenuous efforts of the town’s people, assisted by the willing guests of the hotels availed to nothing. Within 2-½ hours but one store was left in the place. Fourteen families had been burned out and the Maine Central Railway Station, restaurant, and freight depot, together with the post office were destroyed.The total damage will be in the neighborhood of $100,000. Following are the principal losses: -Maine Central Railway about $10,000, insured -Mr. & Mrs. Foster, general store, buildings, stock $25,000, insured for $7,500 -P.J. Martin, general store, $15,000, insured $9,000 -F. Garland, drugs and jewelry, $2,500, insurance $1,500 -E.O. Garland, building, contents, $15,000 insured $7,000 -J. Emery, house and furnishings, $3,000 insured $1,500 -J. Head house $1,500 -H.E. Brooks (?) grocery store, $2,500 insured $1,000 -H.L. Towle’s building, $3,000, insured $1,000 -A.L. Meserve building and stock, $6,000 insured $2,800 -Miss Emily A. Merserve tenement block, $2000, insured $1,500 -Miss Bates, millinery $500 The town has an ordinary population of 2,000 but this is swelled in summer to three or four times this number. It is situated in the White Mountain Division of the Maine Central Railroad and the ride over this road from North Conway through Bartlett to the Crawford Notch is one of the finest in the eastern part of the country. -From the history files at the Bartlett Public Library ​ The Portland & Ogdensburg Railroad was chartered on February 11, 1867 to run from Portland to Fabyan, a junction at Carroll, New Hampshire in the White Mountains, where the Boston, Concord & Montreal Railroad would continue west. Their track joined in a ceremony at the summit of Crawford Notch on August 7, 1875, then opened on August 16, 1875. Here we have, left to right...Edward Boynton Knight...George Lincoln Knight...Baby is Brian Aston Knight...and Charles Edward Knight. Charles worked as signal repairman in the Bartlett train yard and in his fifty years of work he never missed a single day. Charles also worked as watchman at the Peg Mill. I also heard from a close source..that Charles peddled booze during prohibition. Photo courtesy of Robert Girouard who received it, and this story, from Brian Knight in June 2009. The Bartlett Yard Roundhouse Preservation Society has been very busy in their endeavors to memorialize and save this structure. They provided this history. ROUNDHOUSE HISTORY Steam locomotives at the Bartlett Roundhouse. The locomotives and their crews - circa 1891 The five locomotives left to right are Maine Central Railroad Locomotives. The one on the far right is the locomotive of the Bartlett & Albany Railroad. The trains the locomotives are assigned to are on the headlamps of the locomotives. The one that says W on the headlamp was for a work train. Bartlett Round House - Had a turntable for turning around the locomotives. The turntable was removed in 1913. There were switches into the roundhouse. The date of that photo is September 8, 1947, and the photo was taken by Phillip Hastings. Bartlett Yard Freight Office - 1960 Men at the Bartlett Yard Office, September 1961. Left to right: Bob Jones, Albert Henn and Bud Burdwood. Trainmen at the Bartlett Yard with the Mountaineer, Later the Flying Yankee. Dated 1939. (David Dudley was the man who could always be found in the caboose.) Snowplow train approaching the Bartlett Yard at Rogers Crossing. Sometime in the 1960's. Snowplow train at the Bartlett Yard Sometime in the 1960's. How this abandoned train car ended up in the Bartlett Yard This article was written in 2014 Link to NH Public Radio Article At one time the Bartlett Peg Mill was serviced by the Maine Central Railroad. The spur came off the wye and ended on the left side of the peg mill. The sidings for the peg mill had a capacity of 49 cars. There is no date as to when the spur and trackage, the rails of which were owned by the Maine Central Railroad, were removed. The site map below is courtesy Bill Gove. More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... the bartlett yard circa 1900 paragraph place holder If you use an I-Pad you can enlarge this map to read the building titles. Ralph M. Hebb - Station Agent in Bartlett, NH for 21 years - 1918 to 1939 Link There are many more pictures at the Facebook Page "MEC RR MT DIVISION". Mountain Division at Facebook

Intervale Station More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... The Intervale Station is located on Intervale Crossroads. It was a popular stop for the hotels in this area such as The Intervale House, Pendexter Mansion and The Intervale Inn, to name just a few. The Intervale Station is located on Intervale Crossroads. It was a popular stop for the hotels in this area such as The Intervale House, Pendexter Mansion and The Intervale Inn, to name just a few. Undated Intervale Station photo with Mt Washington setting the tone. The station as it appeared in the early 1970's Mt Washington in the background. Intervale Station researched and written by Scotty Mallett Intervale Station, located 64.4 miles from Portland, Maine, was originally named Intervale Junction. It was a junction point between the Maine Central and Boston and Maine Railroads. The information on the beginning and operations of this depot are sparse to say the least. However, what is known is that the Intervale Station was the crew change point for the famed “Mountaineer” that came up from Boston to Intervale. Once the train crews swapped, the B&M crew would stay in a caboose on a sidetrack waiting for the return of their equipment. Here is some more information from Dwight Smith, former owner of Conway Scenic Railroad: "The railroad station at Intervale, NH was served by both the Maine Central and Boston & Maine Railroads. The final Maine Central passenger train was on the date the MeC discontinued rail passenger service between Portland, ME and St. Johnsbury, VT. (1958) I’m not sure when the B&M ended service to Intervale, but the final B&M passenger train from Boston to North Conway was a RPO/Express/Coach Budd-liner about 1960. ( What's a Buddliner, you ask? Picture at right ) ​ The MeC and B&M occasionally interchanged freight cars at Intervale, which included tank cars of petroleum products that originated in Portland, destined to Conway, NH. With the establishment of Conway Scenic RR (1974) and until the end of Maine Central service to Intervale (1958) second-hand passenger and freight cars plus carloads of coal were interchanged from the MeC to the CSRR. Today (2019) Passenger Trains of Conway Scenic Railroad running between North Conway and Bartlett, Crawford Notch, Fabyans, and the MeC bridge over the Saco are utilizing former Maine Central RR tracks that passes through Bartlett and makes connections to the former B&M tracks at “Mountain Junction” in Portland Maine." ​ The sidings at Intervale could hold a maximum of 41 cars. There was also a freight house next to the station. The freight house is now located at the Kearsarge Cemetery, functioning as an equipment shed. The station closed on August 17, 1958. It survived as a private dwelling and in the late 1980’s it was moved off site and incorporated into a 2 storied private home in the Intervale area. P.S. We know that the Intervale Depot was located on the North Conway side of Intervale but as it was in throwing distance of the Bartlett town line and it was the first depot to be built after the year hiatus in building the line, we thought we would throw this in for free. ​ Additional Information: MOUNTAIN DIVISION RAIL STUDY REPORT ON POTENTIAL USES AND IMPLEMENTATION COSTS More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... Mountain Division Rail Study 1897 Petition to the Board of Railroad Commissioners for a new crossing near the Intervale Depot. B&M RR Historical Society Newsletter March - April 2008 - M emories By Ted Houghton ​ The Intervale Post Office back in the 50's was in a little building just north of the station. The B&M track was on the west side of the station, and ended at the NW corner of the station. The PO was in a direct line with the B&M tracks, with a paved parking parking between the two. Extending about 2/3 of the way northward across the parking lot was a deep set of grooves in the pavement, about 4' 8 1/2" apart. Ted Drew, the old Postmaster, told me of their origin. One day a train didn't quite stop when it should have, and went off the end of the track, headed right for the Post Office. Ole Ted saw it coming and bailed out the side window of the PO. Fortunately the loco stopped before making it all the way across the parking lot. My folks bought an inn in Intervale in 1950, when I was 6 years old. I remember picking up guests at the Intervale station in the very early 50's, and then the B&M cut passenger service back to North Conway, so we had to go down there. A little later, service on the Conway was totally curtailed, so then for a year or two, Dad would go to Berlin to pick up folks. Several times I rode trains from Intervale or North Conway down to North Station, all by myself, to visit my grandparents who lived out in Dover MA. And then there were the ski trains . What a sight it was when the train pulled into North Conway in the morning and hundreds of skiers, with their skis over their shoulders, would trudge up Kearsarge Street to Cranmore, where they would spend the day on the Skimobile. I had some Snow Train paper (schedules, menus, etc.), which I sold on eBay a couple of years ago - went like hotcakes. It was interesting to watch the fortunes of the North Conway depot rise and fall. In the early 50's, it was fairly well kept up and was a dark green. After a paint conversion to the more modern tan and maroon, it fell into disrepair and was boarded up for several years. Then Dwight Smith, with the backing of some local businessmen, brought the Conway Scenic RR to life and beautifully restored the station. That's the extent of my recollections of B&M activity in Intervale/North Conway. My big regret is that I didn't start taking pictures much sooner. (Don't we all have that regret-ed). memoriesintervalestation There are many more pictures at the Facebook Page "MEC RR MT DIVISION". Mountain Division at Facebook Maine Central RR Newsletter 1951 ​ William Burdwood Jr . 1951 - Grandson of Bud Burdwood - Bartlett ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ George Peters - Section Forman at Bartlett ​ ​ ​ Frank Boothby - Agent at Intervale - died ​ Agent A.E. Garon - new at Intervale Station ​ O.E. Henson - Engineer - Injured in accident

Glen - Jackson Station More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... We are working on this page The Portland and Ogdensburg Railroad built the first station here, originally named Glen in the spring of 1873. It and today's station are located 64.73 miles from Portland. I could find no pictures of the original building. The only proof it existed is in the P&O Stockholders Report of 1874. ​ In 1889, one year after the Maine Central Railroad leased the P&O, a new station with a restaurant, ticket office, western union office, and men and ladies waiting rooms were constructed. The sidings opposite the platform side of the depot and including one spur out beside the east end of the station had a capacity of 83 cars. Logs were brought in 2-3 times a day from the Rocky Branch Logging Railroad from 1908-1914.and were transferred to Maine Central log cars. The Station was closed on January 22, 1950. Today, the Glen and Jackson station survives but does not serve a Railroad. It is owned by the Hickory Hawks Ski Club of Melrose, Massachusetts. Scotty Mallett has researched and written the information on this page. Intervale Station Glen Jackson Station 1912 looking southeast. Photo courtesy Jane English Source: History of Carroll County - Georgia Drew Merrill - 1889 This video is mis-labeled. Apparently the video-guy thought he was in Intervale but this is actually taken at the Glen - Jackson Station looking west. There are many more pictures at the Facebook Page "MEC RR MT DIVISION". Mountain Division at Facebook More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right...

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Intervale Area Hotels & Inns Crystal Hills Lodge and ski dorm; later the house of color Upper Village Area Intervale Area Glen Area Historic Lodging Map Historic Lodging Map Below are Carl, Les, Meg and Wendy Brown perhaps 1956 or there-a-bouts'. They operated both the Lodge/Ski Dorm and later transitioned to The House of Color, a massive gift shop with thousands of items. They also featured a large display of native minerals and was a popular advice center for visiting "rock hounds" which was a popular past-time at the time. brown

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 10th Mountain Division 'Tales of the 10th' Features Familiar Faces MARTY BASCH, NH.com September 1, 2006 Young eyes peer from faces in the black and white photographs. Wavy hair or piercing looks, they are faces of men in their youth during a time of war. From training on the slopes of Colorado to the battle with the Germans on Italy’s Riva Ridge, the photos are of the men of the 10th Mountain Division and the names are linked to skiing in the valley and beyond. Name s like Herbert Schneider, Thad Thorne, Nathan Morrell, Robert Morrell and Brad Boynton are among those that fill the pages of “Tales of the 10th: The Mountain Troops and American Skiing” ($20, New England Ski Museum) It is written by North Conway’s Jeffrey Leich, executive director of the New England Ski Museum. “Hundreds of 10th veterans are influential in the ski business,” said Leich. “These guys were influential as well as hundreds of others.” The book is a glimpse into World War II and the evolution of the 10th, how it attracted some of the best skiers of the time, how they trained in Camp Hale, how they fought and the impact these men had on postwar skiing and mountaineering. Packed with photos and a bundle of stories, the book also provides a look into the history of war and skiing, from the a pair of Birkenbeiners skiing a two-year old Norwegian king Hakon Hakonsson to safety in 1205 to the ingenious Finns who battled the Russians in the Russian-Finnish War. The Schneider name is synonymous with Mount Washington Valley skiing. Hannes Schneider, who’s likeness is captured in a Cranmore statue, was a World War I mountain trooper. Son, Herbert, who sports a mustache, crossed arms and a huge smile in one photo, was given a Bronze star for his participation in combat during World War II. After the war, he returned to North Conway, eventually running Cranmore’s Hannes Schneider Ski School and becoming part owner. Thad Thorne was a platoon sergeant and spent much of the war in Luzon and then Japan. He spent more time in the Army, including a stint in the Korean War. In time, he served seven years as Wildcat’s first ski patrol director and then moved on to the development of Attitash, working his way along the ladder as operations manager, general manager and president. As a ski consultant, he aided in the plans for Loon and Wilderness in Dixville Notch. A shot of Brad Boynton in Tuckerman Ravine graces the book’s pages. Before the war, Boynton was a ski instructor in Jackson, along with future 10th Division members like Bob Morrell and Arthur Ducette. Boynton was one of the founding members of the Jackson Ski Touring Foundation. Bob Morrell started up Storyland in the late 1950’s while Nate Morrell continued to be active with the 10th after the war, serving for many years as chairman of the National Association of the 10th Mountain Division. In one photo, the photographer is photographed. A lone skier schusses down the south slope of Homestake Peak in Colorado. The skier is Winston Pote, a U.S. Army Signal Corps photographer. He went on capture much of the New England skiing landscape, Tuckerman Ravine in particular, in his pictures. Bob Monahan, who chose the training site at Camp Hale in Colorado, later went on to found the Mount Washington Observatory. “One of the things that changed American skiing about the 10th was they took all these eastern skiers and put them in the Colorado Rockies in Camp Hale,” Leich said. “After the war, one could make a case, that without that the development of skiing in Colorado could have been slower.” Looking ahead, a number of 10th veterans are expected for the Schneider Cup at Cranmore March 12 and 13. Leich is planning to orchestrate a book signing with them. Also, research is underway for a spring exhibit at the New England Ski Museum focusing on the Civilian Conservation Corps and its trails. Seventy-five years ago the CCC began cutting trails and ski areas sprung up around many like Cannon and the Taft Trail, the Tecumseh Trail at Waterville Valley and Wildcat’s Wildcat. Bits and Pieces ​ Bartlett, NH Tavern Fire, Apr 1879 THE BARTLETT FIRE.----Our Conway correspondent writes that the loss to Mr. N. T. Stillings of Bartlett, whose tavern stand and out-buildings were destroyed by fire on the 3d, is $5000, with no insurance. The loss will be a heavy one to Mr. S., whose popular tavern and stage lines were so well known among the pilgrims to "the Switzerland of America." The fire is thought to have originated from a defective chimney. The family of Mr. S, was away at the time of the fire. The New Hampshire Patriot, Concord, NH 13 Apr 1879 stillings fire

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Roads and routes MtWashAccident The 10th NH Turnpike through Crawford Notch in the White Mountains, incorporated by the NH Legislature in December 1803, ran westward from the Bartlett / Hart’s Location town line for a distance of 20 miles. In today’s terminology, that would be from about Sawyer’s Rock to the intersection of the Cog Railway Base Statio n Road with Route 302. It cost a little over $35,000 to build and it was functioning by late 1806. The intent of the investors was to build a road ......snip....... The remainder of this excellent article can be found at the website of White Mountain History. This is the LINK. WHEN WAS RTE 302 DESIGNATED ROUTE 18? From 1922 until 1935, much of what is now US 302 was a part of the New England road marking system. Route 18, from Portland, Maine, northwest to Littleton, New Hampshire , roughly 112 miles. From Littleton west to Montpelier in Vermont, US 302 and Route 18 took different paths. NE-18 took a more northerly route, along present-day New Hampshire Route 18 and Vermont Route 18 to St._Johnsbury,_Vermont likely paralleling Interstate_93 then along present-day U.S. Route 2 up to Montpelier. Current US 302 runs along a more southerly route using other former sections of New England Interstate Routes. From Littleton, it went along former Route 10 to Woodsville,_New_Hampshire then along former Route 25 to Montpelier. The entire Maine segment of US 302 was formerly designated State Route 18, a route that was established in 1926 until being deleted in 1935 by US 302. ROOSEVELT TRAIL: The Theodore Roosevelt International Highway was a transcontinental North American highway, from the era of the auto trails, through the United States and Canada that ran from Portland, Maine, to Portland, Oregon. Its length was about 4,060 miles. The eastern end of the Theodore Roosevelt International Highway and the part through Bartlett and Crawford Notch was designated US 302 in 1935, and is still known in Maine as the Roosevelt Trail.[3] The highway was designated as a memorial following Theodore Roosevelt's death on January 6, 1919.[1] Michigan completed its section of the highway in the middle of 1926.[2] A 56-mile (90 km) portion of the highway over the Continental Divide through Marias Pass in northwestern Montana was not completed until 1930. Automobiles were carried over the pass in Great Northern Railway cars until the highway was finished.[4] Dedication ceremonies for the full route were held in Montana four months after the completion of the highway. The name fell into disuse after the 1930s with the 1926 designation of the United States Numbered Highway System that replaced much of its routing with numbered highway designations.[2] Road Accident, Jul 1880 A DRUNKEN DRIVER AND A TERRIBLE WAGON ACCIDENT ON MOUNT WASHINGTON. Mountain Wagon Upset and Its Occupants Thrown on to the Rocks---One Lady Killed and Five Wounded. GLEN COVE, N. H., July 11 1880 The first accident by which any passengers were ever injured on the carriage road from Glen house to the summit of Mount Washington occurred this afternoon about a mile below the Half-way House. One of the six-horse mountain wagons, containing a party of nine persons, the last load of the excursionists from Michigan to make the descent of the mountain, was tipped over. One lady was killed and five others were injured.Soon after starting from the summit the passengers discovered that the driver had been drinking while waiting for the party to descend. They left this wagon a short distance from the summit, and walked to the Halfway House, four miles, below, where one of the employees of the carriage road company assured them that there was no bad place below, and that he thought it would be safe for them to resume their seats with the driver who was with them.Soon after passing the Halfway House, in driving around a curve too rapidly, the carriage was tipped over, throwing the occupants into the woods and on the rocks. Mrs. Ira Chichester, of Allegan, Michigan, was instantly killed, and her husband, who was sitting at her side, was slightly bruised. Of the other occupants, Mrs. M. L. Tomsley, of Kalamazoo, Mich., had her left arm broken and received a slight cut on the head; Miss Jessie Barnard, of Kalamazoo, was slightly injured on the head; Miss Ella E. Meller and Mrs. C. Ferguson, of Romeo, Mich., and Miss Emma Lamb, of Howell, Mich., were slightly injured. Miss Emma Blackman, of Kalamazoo, escaped without any injuries. The wounded were brought at once to the Glen House, and received every possible care and attention, there being three physicians in attendance. Lindsey, the driver, was probably fatally injured. He had been on the road for ten years, and was considered one of the safest and most reliable drivers on the mountain. Mrs. Vanderhoot, of Chicago, also received slight internal injuries. The Philadelphia Inquirer, Philadelphia, PA 13 Jul 1880

Eastern Slope Signal Newspaper Circa 1960's 90 Various News Articles From 1962 - 1967 The Eastern Slope Signal was published weekly December to March from 1962 to 1967. It was usually 8 pages per issue. It was published by the local radio station, WBNC, in Conway. Skip Sherman was the editor and it was printed at the Reporter Press Newspaper building in North Conway. Your website editor, Dave Eliason, in High School at the time, delivered the paper every Friday afternoon/evening to all the significant businesses on the northern route from North Conway to Wildcat and Bartlett Village. Skip did the Southern route as far as Osippee. It was a very popular publication at the time.to 1967. TO ADVANCE TO THE NEXT PAGE LOOK FOR THE ARROWS ON THE RIGHT AND LEFT SIDE OF THE PAGE 1962 dickstimpsonExpandsRacing 1963_CranmoreChristinsChairlift Describe your image 1967_JAN_StanJudgeOfWildcat 1962 dickstimpsonExpandsRacing 1/84 logo