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Historic Hotels Bartlett NH BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 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 SweetsFarm 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. Elmcrest Inn BigJims 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. Smithhurst Laughlin WilliamWhite STILLINGS TAVERN AND THE UPPER BARTLETT HOUSE CAN BE FOUND ON THEIR OWN PAGES. Click on the names to go there. TITUS BROWN'S INN Upper Tavern 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

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS & PUBLICATIONS NEWSPAPERS: The White Mountain Reporter, later it was the Reporter Press. 1895 to 1978. Searchable by keyword: Thanks to Conway Public Library See 1895 TO 1993 Here The SIGNAL featured winter adventures in the Eastern Slope Region during the 1960's. Ski areas, people and events are all covered in a light hearted format. If you are of sufficient age you can re-live part of your youth. The advertising is almost as interesting as the topics. TAKE A LOOK - It's Free TOWN REPORTS We were asked where to find the Town Reports from previous years. This link will show the most recent report and others going back to 1880. See 1880 to 2025 Here Here's an example of the top heading of the December 31, 1925 Reporter.

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Maps: historic and current Do You Like Old Maps? If you like old maps this page is for you. The David Rumsey Collection includes high resolution maps for many areas and many time periods. We have also found other historic maps from various sources. The Harts Location Website has included an Axis-Gis map which is current. It shows property lines, owners, water and soil resources. It's a fascinating experience. THESE WILL KEEP YOU BUSY FOR A WHILE: 1. High Quality Map of Bartlett (and other places) from the David Rumsey Map Collection; This one shows The Town of Bartlett in 1892 with many residences identified by occupant name. It shows present day Cobb Farm Road crossing the river in the area of Sawyers Rock and joining Rte 302. It shows the location of the Garland Ridge School on Stony Brook, The Hilltown School on West Side Road. Take a look and see who lived in your general area before you. This link will take you there. (unpredictable off site link, slow at times) Bartlett Historical Society Museum has a copy of the entire Atlas from which the above map was derived...donated by George Howard of Glen. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2. This 1796 Map shows Vere Royse and Tho Chadbourne as the principal owners of the majority of the Upper Bartlett and Harts Location Area. Click Here to see the 1796 Map. Very good resolution, zoom in to see the trees (almost). Captain Vere Royse was a soldier and surveyor and at one time served as surveyor-general of the Province of New Hampshire. He made charter maps for many White Mountains towns, including Chatham, Bartlett and Bretton Woods. In 1769 He was granted 2000 acres near the Saco river between Glen and Bartlett; This encompassed the area from present Day Harts Location Town Line and Rogers Crossing. The land was given for his services "during the late war in North America," but Captain Royse never settled here. The peak west of Evan Notch and nearby East Royse were named for him. The name Royse Mountain appeared on Samuel Holland's 1784 map. Thomas Chadbourne was born in Berwick Maine,March 26, 1736, the son of William and Mary Chadbourne. His Grant of 3000 acres is part of the area today know as Harts Location. Between 1772 and 1775 Mr Chadbourne sold his grant to Richard Hart. Mr Chadbourne was also granted acreage in Conway in 1773, where he settled and built the first framed house in that town. He married Hannah Long of Portsmouth in January 1758 and fathered eight children. He died on March 7, 1810. More Information can be obtained from the book "Harts Location in Crawford Notch" by Marion L Varney published in 1997. List of Maps We Have Found: Map, Bartlett 1892, high resolution, Rumsey Map GO sometimes this site is a bit persnickety Map, Collection of 25 early maps at WM History.org (not well maintained) GO Map, Historic Lodging Establishments, Some From 200 Years Ago GO Map, State, 1796 high resolution - Rumsey Map Collection. Very detailed GO AXIS GIS MAP _ HARTS LOCATION - INCLUDES BARTLETT. THIS IS A HIGH RESOLUTION MAP SHOWING PROPERTY LINES, WATER RESOURCES, SOIL TYPES AND MORE. IT CAN EVEN TELL YOU WHO OWNS VARIOUS ADDRESSES. A FASCINATING EXPERIENCE. THIS MAP IS PART OF THE HARTS LOCATION WEBSITE WHICH CAN BE FOUND AT THIS LINK. MapCarta offers a large collection of satellite maps that are both zoomable and have good resolution. Chadbourne Anchor 2 MT Royse Hart Ryce Bartlett Area - 1892 - collection Click the map for a large size you can see Bartlett Village to West Side Road - 1892 Rogers Crossing to Glen and West Side Road -1892- Glen to the Jackson Town Line - 1892 - Thorn Hill Road and Dundee - 1892 - Intervale Area -1892- Albany Area at Bear Notch Road Terminus - 1892 - Cobb Farm Road Showing bridge across the Saco out to route 302 - 1892 - Bartlett Area Royse and Chadbourne Received Land Grants, 5000 acres - There Wasn't Much in the way of Neighbors...or Residents 1796 Peg Mill Area - 1910 - Saco Valley Railroad 1892 Portland & Ogdensburg Railroad Network - not dated - Bartlett Map with Points of Interest...Part of map is missing Library of Congress: Image 1 and 2 of Sanborn Fire Insurance Map from Bartlett, Carroll County, New Hampshire 1897. Click the image to go to the library and view the "zoomable" maps fire map There's always more to find

Bartlett NH Skiing History BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Bartlett Ski Areas past and present This Newsletter features the ski areas that have been, or still are, located in Bartlett. Scroll down to page 6 where the article begins. Ski Areas in Bartlett xxxx.

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... Wrecks and Disasters 1922 - Wreck of the 380 - at Bemis - Washburn Wreck of the 380 1927 - Wreck of the 505 - Morse - Clemons Wreck of the 505 1952 - Wreck at Dismal Pool Wreck at Dismal Pool

History of the West side Road area bartlett, nh Drown Family - Pitmans Arch - Pendexter BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 West Side Road WestSideRd The West Side Road begins in Glen, passes through what is known as Cooks Crossing, past Dick Plusch's "Goat Farm". Then down the hill and around the bend to what was once known as Hilltown. It follows the bank of the Saco River, then past the historic Lady Blanche House and continuing along past the Lucy Farm and on into North Conway.. The "Goat Farm" was owned in the early to mid 1900s by Severo Mallet-Prevost. Calista Allan and her second husband, Tom Allan, took care of the Goat Farm when the Mallet-Prevosts were away (they were summer residents). Upper Bartlett Glen Area Cooks Crossing Goodrich Falls Jericho Intervale Dundee West Side Road Kearsarge Rick Garon ‎ sent us this information about his Great Great Grandmother who lived on the West Side Road in the 1850's. His description below: "Don't know if this means anything, but these are picture of my great great grandmother, Mary Abigail Cook Drown, born in Porter, Maine in 1830 to William Cook and Abigail Bickford. She was the wife of Samuel William Drown. She died in 1923. One picture was taken of the house on West Side Road. Don't know who the child is. possibly my grandmother who was born in 1902. But there were other children of that age in the family at that time. Notice her house on the maps that you posted." Drown A bit fuzzy but readable (maybe) if you put on your specs. Olive Drown 1909 Mary Abigail and husband, Sam, are buried in the Hilltown Cemetery on West Side Road. Sam's headstone is readable while Mary's is probably one that has faded away. See the details of Lady Blanch at THIS PAGE Blanche The Hilltown area on the West Side Road remains only in memories. There are still one or two cellar holes to be seen and a couple of houses probably of a later vintage. The Hilltown Cemetery is a spot you drive by frequently but difficult to find. It is on the West Side Road, on the right about two miles from the Bartlett end. Look for sharp corner just before the road goes down hill to the river. There's a driveway with a bamboo patch and faint remains of an old house foundation. (Very dangerous driveway to exit...visibility very poor. May be advisable to park somewhere else nearby and walk back to the driveway). We have a few pictures taken at the Hilltown Cemetery a few years ago that can be seen at this link. HILLTOWN CEMETERY We bet you have never heard of the 1936 Hilltown Landslide on West Side Road. Resident Eugene Hill was killed. SLIDE "History Repeats Itself. Slide at Willey House - Crawford Notch, NH". Kearsarge SEE MORE SLIDE PICTURES EASTMAN Recalling the great killer slide of March 1936 Slide killed watchmaker Eugene Hill 73 years ago this month Tom Eastman - March 28, 2009 BARTLETT — Spring floods are nothing new, but the one that hit the North Country in March 1936 wreaked more havoc than usual and ended up killing West Side Road resident Eugene Hill in the area of Bartlett known as Hilltown. Local historian Dan Noel, who has been battling cancer, recently forwarded The Conway Daily Sun a telling of the tragic tale by an eyewitness who traveled to the devastated site after the slide that caused Hill's death the morning of March 12, 1936. He believes the eyewitness account may have been written by the late Buster Parker, of Bartlett. Other information was gleaned by looking at microfilm of the March 12 and March 19 editions of the now defunct Reporter newspaper of North Conway in the Henney History Room of the Conway Public Library, as well as interviewing Brian Hill of Lower Bartlett, nephew of Eugene Hill, a watchmaker who lived alone when the fatal disaster struck. On a gloriously sunny first day of spring on Friday afternoon, March 20, West Side Road resident and town father Chet Lucy took time out from his maple sugaring operation to show a reporter exactly where the slide happened farther north up the road 73 years ago in the Hilltown enclave of Hill family members. “My father [Arthur O. Lucy], was involved in the story, as he was part of the rescue effort,” said the still winter-bearded Lucy, a former Conway selectman whose family Conway roots go back some 250 years. “I was born in 1926, so I was 9 years old at the time, and it was quite a thing.” We drove north past the Lady Blanche House, around a bend in the road, and down to the flat area below Pitman's Arch to a section across from the Saco River and the home of Chuck Kalil the heart of the former Hilltown area. To our left on the west side of the road were two houses, a barn and a trellis at the base of a cliff. “Just like the Willey Slide that you know about [in Crawford Notch in August 1826], the slide came down over there and divided, leaving the Colson house standing where that white house is now,” said Lucy, who, like Noel, is a lover and keeper of local history. The river flooded the road but it was the slide that came into Eugene Hill's house and killed him, according to accounts from that era. “The road used to be lower than it is now. The state built it higher,” said Lucy, wearing his wool green and black plaid spring-chores jacket. The following account of the slide was reported in the Thursday, March 19, 1936 issue of The Reporter, a week after the March 12 disaster: “Though flood damage in northern Carroll County has been light compared with that in other parts of New England, this locality was mentioned in headlines and broadcasts through the tragic death of Eugene Hill and the dramatic rescue of several survivors of the slides at Hilltown, on the West Side Road from North Conway to Bartlett. "Last Thursday morning at about 8 o'clock, slides of snow and ice crashed against the northwest corner of the home of Eugene Hill, ripping out the corner of the house and burying its owner, who lived there alone, under several feet of ice and debris. A similar slide tore out a part of the lower floor of the second house to the north, belonging to Nathan Hill, carrying Mrs. Sarah Seavey, 83, Mr. Hill's housekeeper, across the road and burying her up to the armpits in snow, ice and wreckage.” The Reporter account verified Chet Lucy's recollection that the slide divided around one of the homes, just as the August 1826 slide in Crawford Notch had divided around the Willey homesite in that famous White Mountain disaster: “As freakish as most disasters,” noted the Reporter, “the house between the two, occupied by Webster Colson, was undamaged. Mr. Colson, together with his wife, son and daughter, at once started for Bartlett for help, and reached there after considerable difficulty, due to parts of the road that were submerged. Rescue parties finally started for the scene of the disaster. the first truck was from Main Street Garage, North Conway, and included Henry Thompson, Myron Hanson, Dr. McDonald, a selectman from Bartlett, and others. James Waldron, forestry superintendent of the Saco River CCC Camp at Glen, was in Bartlett at the time, and followed close behind with two trucks and his crew of about 20 boys. The North Conway truck was unable to reach Hilltown, but the two higher CCC trucks, after considerable difficulty, were able to reach the scene of the disaster where they found Mrs. Walker, daughter of Mrs. Seavey, trying to extricate her with a small coal shovel. Seavey was removed from the wreckage and, after receiving temporary treatment from Dr. G. Harold Shedd (of ski bone doctor fame when skiing took hold in the region), and two nurses from Memorial Hospital (Gladys Carter and Doris Haley), she was taken by stretcher and boat to the home of Arthur Lucy, along with Nathan Hill and Mrs. Walker, who were uninjured.” The following day, Sarah Seavey was taken to Memorial Hospital as a precaution. Nathan Hill, meanwhile, 94, was returned to the Lucy's home for two weeks until the waters subsided. Dan Noel, who first brought the tale of the disaster to the Sun's attention, provided a copy of a letter written by an unidentified first-hand witness and participant of the rescue effort. “I came across the letter the other day. I don't recall how I came across it to begin with, but I thought it made for an interesting story that you might want to use,” said Noel, a lifelong collector of White Mountain history and professional photographer whose clients in the past included Yield House and Cranmore Mountain. Arriving at the scene on foot after much difficulty driving on West Side Road in the flood waters, the witness gave the following account: “We immediately went to the residence of Gene Hill where we found the house completely filled with ice clear to the rafters. We all started digging in the ice and we first found the arm of Gene which held the stove poker, evidently had just filled the stove when it happened. We dug the body out of the ice.” The eyewitness went on to say that Hill was a jeweler, and that they found watches strewn across the area. “As each one was tagged,” he wrote, “they were put in a pail and taken to Fred Hanscom, town clerk of Bartlett.” The Reporter added a paragraph or two, adding to the mystery of whatever happened to Eugene Hill's belongings: “Mr. Hill, a watchmaker by trade, had been partially crippled for the past 20 years, and had lived alone since the death of his mother a few years ago. Soon after the disaster, several watches and other articles of jewelry, were recovered from the ruins. Relatives, however, voiced their suspicions that he also had a box containing money and this was finally found on Saturday after considerable search by Harold Hill of Kearsarge and turned over to Bartlett officials for safekeeping.” On their departure, the party encountered Dr. Shedd, Ms. Carter and Ms. Haley. “Both nurses [were] carried across the brook by Walter Lock of Glen, and Dr. Shedd was in the process of being carried across on Walter's back. Walter accidentally stubbed his toe and, both got a ‘Yankee Dunking.' When we arrived back to the Rocky Branch Bridge and crossed it, the bridge dropped into the stream at once [behind the rescuers, Dr. Shedd and nurses Carter and Haley]. The following day the road was [plowed] out by the Bartlett town tractor.” Meanwhile, according to Henry Hatch, who was another rescuer, “Arthur Lucy took Ellsworth Russell and Cedric Colbath with him from Conway Supply Co. R.F. Harmon was also in the party who went to Hill Town [sic] and I believe were the ones or part of the crew that dug Mr. Hill out of the debris. I believe they took Eugene Hill out by canoe to the road at Lady Blanche House and then by various means, got to Conway and back by East Side Road to Furber Funeral Home.” The funeral home was operated by Arthur Furber, and was located behind what most recently was D.J.'s Bedding and Outlet and which for a number of years served as Brothers II, across from the Up Country . Chester Lucy remembers that part of the tale. He said his father, Arthur O. Lucy, co-founder in 1933 of Conway Supply , and others transported the body by rowboat and then truck to Smith-Allard Farm on the West Side. There, they met Furber, who transported the body across the river on the bridge and to the funeral home. “My father told my mother Irene to call Arthur he didn't have to say his last name [Furber]; she knew who he was talking about and let him know that they were coming by canoe. Arthur didn't catch on exactly what she was talking about at first, so my father said, ‘Just tell him we're coming and to meet us at the railroad bridge!’ Eventually she got Arthur to understand that my father was bringing some cargo ... a body!” said Lucy this week. Nathan Hill, meanwhile, couldn't go back to his home during the high waters, so he spent two weeks with the Lucy family in their home, a house that was lost to fire in 1942. “In Conway Village,” wrote Janet Hounsell in her book, “Conway, New Hampshire 1785-1997,” “The main damage was loss of water. Friday and Saturday [after the Thursday flood] there was no mail in or out, and residents of Oak Street left home for higher ground. Thursday night, houses near the Saco River Bridge were evacuated. Cellars were flooded and Thursday the water pipes where they cross the Swift River ruptured, so the village was without water except for rainwater.” Hounsell added further information on Arthur Lucy's role. “When Arthur Lucy, of the Conway Supply Co., learned there'd been an avalanche at Humphrey's Ledge, he took three millworkers and started off to help with the rescue work. By auto, boat and snowshoes the crew reached the spot. They worked until the body of the victim was located. Lucy brought the remains by boat and toboggan to Conway.” The Reporter's March 19, 1936 account said that due to the high rains, "The East Branch Bridge in Intervale (today's Route 16A in the days before what is today's Route 16 was built) was menaced by high water, the West Side Road was impassable and the flood caused a washout in a fill near the Lady Blanche House and in spite of temporary repairs, it subsequently washed out completely. "The Lady Blanche house is isolated. There is now no means of getting to Bartlett. The village of Conway is now practically surrounded by water, and various low spots are flooded, including the athletic field and the ground in front of the B&M station." Another flood hit the following week just as The Reporter was going to press on March 19, 1936 proving that spring and floods are constant companions in the valley of the Saco. Photo Below on West Side Road near Hilltown HILL Eugene SEE MORE SLIDE PICTURES ARCH Pitman's arch on west side road OCTOBER 1885: A cavern has been accidentally discovered in Humphrey’s ledge a few miles from North Conway, which is attracting much attention. It has an entrance 20 feet wide and 12 feet high, and is located in what has been heretofore considered an almost inaccessible section. The cutting off of a heavy timber growth resulted in the finding of it. Those who have examined it say that in wildness and picturesqueness it is far superior to the celebrated cave at “Cathedral” ledge in the immediate vicinity. The cavern has been named “Pitman’s Arch,” in honor of Lycurgus Pitman of North Conway. Lycurgus Pitman (1848-1908) — of Conway, Carroll County, N.H. Born in Bartlett, Carroll County, N.H., April 9, 1848. Republican. Member of New Hampshire state senate 2nd District, 1887-88; alternate delegate to Republican National Convention from New Hampshire, 1904. Died in Carroll County, N.H., November 11, 1908 (age 60 years, 216 days). Relatives: Son of George Winthrop Maston Pitman and Emeline (Chubbuck) Pitman (1822-1889); brother of William Pitman (1855-1940); married to Lizzie I. Merrill (1852-1891); nephew of Joseph Pitman (1823-1908); grandson of Joseph Pitman (1788-1875). Political family: Pitman family of New Hampshire. About 1890 Lycurgis undertook the building of a road to the area above the arch at great expense to himself. The road was extremely steep and its exact location is unknown as of this writing. More information about the Pitman family in Intervale can be found at this link. This 1909 picture shows a foot bridge that crossed the Saco River in the vicinity of Humphry's Ledge on the West Side Road. It was a popular short-cut for folks staying at the Hotels in Intervale for access to Cathedral Ledge, Echo Lake and Pitman's Arch. This editor assumes it must have been replaced every year after high water. Click TOP picture for large size. Saco River and West Side Road. Looking South near Hilltown. You can find this same spot today. A popular swimming spot. Click Picture for a larger view. Footbridge More West Side Road coming later Anchor 3

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Lady Blanche Murphy Lady Blanche Murphy A Notable Woman's Story Background Lady Blanche was the eldest daughter of the Earl of Gainsborough from Rutlandshire, England Born in March 1845 into a noble family with wealth and rank Her family name was Noel, belonging to one of Britain's proudest aristocratic families The Noel family had held the title since 1682 The Romance Met Thomas T. Murphy, who was hired as an organist in her father's private chapel at Exton Hall Lady Blanche, who had a sweet singing voice, would practice with Murphy after services They fell in love despite their social class differences Her father, the Earl, initially dismissed warnings about their relationship In March 1870, she eloped with Murphy "for dear love's sake" Life After Marriage The couple married in London before moving to America Her father disowned and disinherited her, forbidding her return In New York, she became known as a brilliant magazine contributor Father Hecker, a Catholic Priest, helped the couple, securing Murphy a position as organist in New Rochelle She wrote for various publications including The Galaxy and Catholic World Later settled in North Conway where they built a small house near Humphrey's Ledge Death Lady Blanche passed away in Portland Her funeral was held at the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception with Bishop Healey as celebrant She died just before her 36th birthday Her father, the Earl of Gainsborough, died a few months after her death, never recovering from the shock Her husband continued to live in their small house after her passing The article presents a romantic yet tragic story of a noblewoman who gave up her privileged life for love, adapting to a new life in America as a writer and common citizen. historic Marker pictures Bartlett New Hampshire's Author, Lady Blanche Elizabeth Mary Annunciata (Noel) Murphy (1845-1881) by Janice Brown on Fri 21 Jul 2006 Lady Blanche Elizabeth Mary Annunciata Noel was born 25 March 1845 at Exton Hall in England, daughter of Charles George Noel, 2nd Earl of Gainsborough and Lady Ida Harriet Augusta Hay, and godchild of Queen Victoria. She died 21 March 1881. She married 6 March 1870 to Thomas P. Murphy. Although one source says he was "an Irishman," Thomas Murphy was probably born about 1847 in England and died 11 Oct 1890 (the census states his parents were also born in England). As the story goes... Lady Blanche fell in love with a "commoner," Thomas Murphy, the organist for the church on her father's estate. One story states her father did not approve, but allowed the marriage to take place in their house. A second source states she eloped with him. At any rate, they did marry, and moved to the United States, settling in a "cottage" in Bartlett, New Hampshire. This cottage is located on the east side of West Road, about three miles north of its intersection with Route 203 (in Conway NH), and one half mile north of the Conway-Bartlett town line. He taught music at the Kearsarge School for Boys, nearby in North Conway. (Another source states he was an organist in a local church. Perhaps he did both). Lady Blanche was a writer who contributed short stories, many of them travel logs, to various publications including "Harper's," "The Atlantic Monthly," "The Galaxy," and "Catholic World." Reportedly she also furnished sketches of her travels to "Lippincott's Magazine." They did not appear to have any children. Apparently either this love story between a grand lady and a commoner, or Lady Blanche's unique writing ability (or both) was sufficient for the location of their "cottage" in Bartlett New Hampshire to gain a New Hampshire "historic" marker (number 109). INFO FROM MAIN ARTICLE IN THE COW HAMPSHIRE BLOG. -Ancestry of Lady Blanche (Noel) Murphy- -Lady Blanche- -Brief Biography of Lady Blanche Murphy- -New Hampshire Historic Sign: Lady Blanche House- -"A Day at Pisa" by Lady Blanche Murphy- -Lady Blanche Murphy Stories - Cornell University Library- -GoogleBooks: The National Cyclopaedia of American Biography--Blanche Elizabeth Mary Annunciata Noel Murphy- 1880 UNITED STATES CENSUS 1880 United States Federal Census > New Hampshire > Carroll > Conway > District 16 Murphy, Thomas P. W M 33 Music Teacher England England England [b abt 1847] Murphy, Blanche W F 32 wife Keeping House England England Keywords: writer, woman, New Hampshire, New, Hampshire Posted to: Main Page New Hampshire Women N.H. Historical Markers Mountain Ear Article February 2011: Bartlett Historical Society Presents…Dick Goff and the Lady Blanche House by Rachael Brown Norman Head of the Bartlett Historical Society and Dick Goff, present owner of the Lady Blanche House, stand in the newly renovated kitchen, but still in keeping with the originality of the house February 03, 2011 The Lady Blanche House has captured the attention of many for over 200 years. So much so, in front of the house, there is a New Hampshire historical marker commemorating its namesake Lady Blanche Elizabeth Mary Annunciata Noel and the English commoner Thomas Murphy whom she married. Lady Blanche bought the home in 1890. Since then there have been another 21 owners. The present owner is Fryeburg native and local business owner, Dick Goff. Norman Head of the Bartlett Historical Society ran into Goff at Patch's Market in Glen one day and asked if he'd be interested in telling the history of the house and the Lady Blanche story. Goff agreed and here's what he had to say. "This is my home that I share with Glen Heath. She and I had been talking about this house for four years before purchasing," says Goff. Goff purchased the house in the spring of 2006. The home sits on 32 acres on West Side Road at the foot of Humphrey's Ledge with an open field and the Saco River as its backyard. The view is so spectacular that a photo viewing the house from the river through the trees looking at Humphrey's Ledge won the photo contest in the 1893 Chicago World's Fair, says Goff. It's not only the view that attracted Goff and Heath, it is the rich history, the story of who built the house, owned the house and the young couple who only lived there for a short time. "Glen and I would look at each other and say; 'Though Lady Blanche only lived here for 11 months her tentacles reached to Boston, Providence and New York,'" says Goff. Lady Blanche was born to the Earl and Countess of Gainsborough in 1845; English nobility. Living in the lap of luxury at the time, her father built a chapel on their estate and hired a young Irishmen, Thomas Murphy, to serve as the organist. As the story goes, the pretty, talented, woman of her convictions, Lady Blanche, fell in love with the handsome commoner. The two eloped and set sail for America, Lady Blanche never to see her family again. "Lady Blanche came to this country traveling in the steerage compartment of a ship. She had a lot of grit. She and Murphy bummed around New York. They had no money and hadn't eaten for 24 hours. She sold her earrings for a loaf of bread and said it was the best meal she ever had," explains Goff. The couple found themselves to North Conway through a clergyman they knew. Murphy was hired to teach music and French at the Kearsarge Schools for Boys. Goff says the school was located near where TD Bank is in North Conway. "She (Lady Blanche) loved it here. She would walk to Artist Falls. Even though she was disinherited from her family, her mother's sister left her some money and with that she purchased what is now the Lady Blanche House," says Goff. The home was originally called the Ledge Farm. "She was a good writer and fell in love with the country," says Goff. Their time here was short-lived. Lady Blanche only lived in the house less than one year until her death at 36 years of age. Murphy continued to stay here after she died. He kept the farm but he went to a boarding house in North Conway. He then found his way to Boston where he died and is buried at Calvary Cemetery. When Lady Blanche bought the farm, the house was already 90 years old," says Goff. Goff continues; "Samuel Willey built the house in 1790." Willey moved somewhere in Bartlett in 1825. Editors note: Samuel moved to the Willey House location in 1825. Here's that story. It was Wiley's family that was caught in the landslide that occurred at the site of the Willey House in Crawford Notch in 1826. Goff says the Lady Blanche House then went to a Mr. Thompson and then others with mostly English sounding names. The Wyatt (of the Wyatt House in North Conway) family was the 18th owner. Goff purchased the house from the last owner Gaylord R. Briley. Days of researching divulged deeds and ownership information. "Glen spent three or four days at the library and the registry in Ossipee. She actually got stuck in the year 1840," says Goff. In 1839, Carroll County was part of Grafton County. Grafton was later tri-sected including Coos and Carroll. At times it was difficult to research because the language back then was different, says Goff. Heath had to spend time in Lancaster to learn about the early history. "We didn't leave any stone unturned. You really have to know what you are talking about or you'll get caught," says Goff. Goff and Heath aren't leaving any stone unturned when it comes to renovating their home. "The house was in disrepair and tired when we moved in," says Goff. He tells about the orange shag carpet and the lilac tub and flush. "I couldn't give those away," he says laughing. After two and a half to three years of renovation, the downstairs is just about finished. All 45 windows in the house were replaced. There is a new roof. The floors were badly slanted, they put up a steal beam to lift the house, says Goff. A new foundation was poured for the side porch. The orange shag carpet is gone and hardwood floors have been brought back to life. Of course the lilac tub and flush are history replaced with colors of the times. The kitchen was gutted and a cook stove added that helps heat the area. Goff and Heath have worked to keep the house original. "When we renovated we tried not too alter," says Heath. Goff tells about the paneling in the great room. The light colored wood had turned a dirty dark brown from years of neglect. "We put on face masks and gloves. We took each and every panel down, marking them all and stripped in a lye mixture to bring them back to life," says Goff. The panels are now a rich tawny color and back to their original state. Goff and Heath love the house. "I love living here," says Goff. "I have always loved old houses and knew about the mystique a surrounding this house. It is really nice that someone local can buy this and keep it in the family," he adds. February 2014: I just acquired this article from the December 8, 1883 issue of The Kennebec Reporter Newspaper in Gardiner Maine. It's an article written by A.A. Smith and gives a delightful account of the life of Lady Blanche Murphy who went from Aristocrat to Pauper in pursuit of her ideals. It is in PDF format. Read it Here Thursday June 23rd, 2011 was the Lady Blanche open house by invitation to the Bartlett & Jackson Historical Societies. There were somewhere in the range of 45 +/- people there, Dick & Glen had prepared a very nice table of goodies for everyone. T his article by Norman Head I did a short intro and brief explanation on the history of Lady Blanche for the benefit of those who were unaware of the actual history and then Dick led a tour of the house and gave more detailed history. With the exception of Dick & Glen, there were only about 7 people from Bartlett there and all the rest were from Jackson. Realizing that any date could have a conflict with people’s work or personal schedules and the weather was not the best, it’s a shame that we couldn’t have a larger representation of people from Bartlett, since this treasure lies in our very own town. Everyone raved about the house and its history and all the Jackson folks kept remarking how appreciative they were to be invited and how nice it was that the two societies were working so well together. So it was a feather in all of our caps. I have been conversing, via e-mail, with a couple of ladies (Annette Oliver and more recently Meryl Hart) who are members of the Exton, Rutland History Group. Exton Village is in the Exton Parish Council in Rutland County, Leicestershire in England where Exton Hall is located, which was the childhood home of Lady Blanche and is the present home of the Earl and Lady of Gainsborough. Ref: Exton and Horn Parish Council The current Earl is the sixth Earl and Lady Blanche’s father was the second Earl of Gainsborough, so here we are four generations later discussing the same family. The family used to own the entire village and all the houses in it, which were occupied by employees or tenants of the Earl. The family has, over the years, sold off some of their holdings, but still own a number of properties (incl Exton Hall, a mammoth castle) and about 6,000 acres of land. They also have other holdings in the UK. The Harts happened to be visiting relatives here in the U S and inquired about the possibility of her seeing the Lady Blanche house. The owners, Richard Goff and Glenora Heath, were delighted to hear of Mrs. Hart’s impending visit and on June 24th, we gladly welcomed Meryl Hart, her husband Paul and their son and daughter-in-law Jonathan & Ellen and their three children for a personal tour of the Lady Blanche house. Mrs. Hart is affiliated with the Exton, Rutland History Group. Her mission in that group is working on their Graveyard Survey, which is similar to a cemetery mapping and indexing project here. We all had a lovely visit and exchanged stories about Lady Blanche and Thomas Murphy, their elopement and arrival in the United States and then their difficult travels that finally brought them to North Conway and Bartlett. The Harts regaled us with stories about their classic English village with its thatched cottages and the history of Lady Blanche’s family. The house that the Harts live in in Exton was built in the 16th century ! Mrs. Hart told us that the history group’s first Graveyard Survey was done for the Protestant cemetery and they did such a great job that Lady Gainsborough asked them if they would do a similar project for the Catholic cemetery, which they gladly accepted. This is where, in the process of their research, they came across the name Lady Blanche, daughter of the Second Earl of Gainsborough. Once their intrigue set in, they started researching on the internet, googled Lady Blanche, found their way to the Bartlett Historical Society website and their timing was perfect as we had just completed our program on Lady Blanche. Of course, we have to brag here a little bit and give kudos to our webmaster, Dave Eliason, who made the website so easy to navigate and the information so interesting. Good job Dave ! One of the stories that Mrs. Hart shared with us was that after doing their work on the Catholic cemetery and discovering all the information about Lady Blanche, she received a very rare invitation from Lady Gainsborough to come to Exton Hall. While there, she took them into the family crypt and showed them the caskets of Lady Blanche and her parents. The rest, as they say, is history. Just think; all this history, a connection between two small villages on different continents, a visit from a European historian, an invite to visit their village and a very rare invitation to meet the Earl and Lady of Gainsborough---all because a local bought a house of historic significance and a small historical society thought it would be a good idea to do a program on it. We should all be very proud and pleased. We have a number of pictures and I audio taped as much as I could. I will get this on a CD. Written by: Norman Head Norman Article SECTION A - GAINSBOROUGH FAMILY MEMORIALS - Lady Blanche final resting location 1883 Newspaper MtEar Article final resting area Exton Hall, the home where she grew up and the Lady Blanche Murphy House where she lived with Thomas Murphy 1895 photo BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812

Bartlett NH area history Share The Village Area of Bartlett Page 2 Fred and Grace Garland operated Garland's Tea Room , and later it was a restaurant and ice cream parlor know simply as "Garlands" . It also had a few cabins, some of which are still there today. This restaurant operated until the early 1970's and was destroyed by fire. It was located just west of today's Post Office. In the 1948 picture below today's Post Office would be behind the Garlands Cabins sign. Upper Bartlett Glen Area Cooks Crossing Goodrich Falls Jericho Intervale Dundee West Side Road Kearsarge FredGraceGarland Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Share WhatNot The What Not Shop was operated by Franklin and Almeda George from the mid 1940's. True to it's name, the store carried practically everything one could want in those days and even had an ice cream soda parlor and a barber shop. For quite a time he also sold gasoline out front. Franklin was the Town tax collector in those days and he operated that activity from the store as well. Franklin and his wife lived right across the street in the same house that his ancestors operated as an Inn in the mid 1800's. After Franklin's death the store was operated by Dottie Howard for a few years and then by David & Debby Phanauef, who renamed it to the Bear Notch Deli. David later sold the store to The Ryans. In January of 2009 the store was completely destroyed by fire caused by an electrical problem. This photo of the What Not Shop is from the mid 1950's. Today (2024) this site is a parking lot for the church. Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 AlbanyAve 1907: Bartlett Village Railroad Square: The big white building is the Odd Fellows Hall , which has a stage and movie theatre. Next door to that is Hellen Hayes lodging house , The Maplewood. Hellen also operated The Elmcrest during the 1930's. That building is still standing and is located almost opposite the present day Villager Motel , It has been vacant for years. I recall watching Carroll Hayes butcher cattle in the barn there in the 1960's. Hellen, being an ambitious person also operated a restaurant, The Red Rooster, located on Main Street where Lydia Lansing now lives ( 2020) . The brown building (above) on Albany Avenue was a grocery store operated by the Gosselins, Joe and Myrtle and their two kids David and Sue. Mr Ryle ran a kindergarten upstairs. Mr. Wimpy Thurston Purchased the business from the Gosselins. Wimpy was one of the first real estate brokers in the area and by the mid 1950's he sold the store to Harold and Edith Jacobson and their son Arthur . Wimpy found real estate a better calling than storekeeper and he moved to North Conway and opened his office there at the Junction of Rte 16 and 302 next door to what was then The Yield House. The Jacobsons' were the last to operate a business here, which they continued well into the 1970's. After the Jacobson's sold the property it sat vacant for a time during which a zoning ordinance was enacted that made this area residential. A business no longer permitted, the building sat vacant until the Hodgkins family next door purchased it and the building was razed in the late 1990's. The land is still owned by the Hodgkins, who live next door. Next to the store is The Garland , an Inn built by Eben Garland . 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. (photo above, right) The top picture was taken from the vicinity of the Railroad Depot building, Rail tracks are just to the left of this picture. jacobson helen hayes thurston gosselin RailroadSquare Edith and Harold Jacobson - undated photo Arthur Jacobson, 2012 Obituary HERE The Helen Hayes House where she operated the Maplewood Inn and raised her children and grandchildren. maplewood The Union Congregational Church on Albany Ave dated 1906, above and St Joseph's Catholic Church located on School Street, probably 1950's. Churchs 2 BartLumberCo Bartlett Lumber Company and Kearsarge Peg Mill complex about 1900 pegbasics FEB 12, 2016-BARTLETT — No one was injured but one of the world’s most unusual manufacturers and a major part of the town’s history was destroyed Friday afternoon when a fire leveled the Kearsarge Peg Company. Bartlett Fire Chief Pat Roberts, who said the fire was reported around 1:11 p.m. Friday by a custodian from the nearby Josiah Bartlett Elementary School, called the mill a total loss. Three people were inside the structure at the time of the fire and they managed to exit safely. Roberts said firefighters from between Tamworth and Jackson responded to the scene, adding that water and weather were both challenges. The first, he said, had to be drafted from the Saco River and then shuttled, while the second was down-right cold, with temperatures in the low double digits that froze firefighters and water alike. While the cause and origin of the fire remain under investigation, Roberts was clear that the fire is “absolutely not” suspicious. Gene Chandler, who chairs the Bartlett Board of Selectmen and is also a state representative, called the destruction of the mill “a terrible loss for the history of the Town of Bartlett,” recalling how the mill had at one time been one of the town’s largest employers and also a supplier of saw dust to farms, like the Chandler’s. Kearsarge Peg Co ., Inc. was a business located in Bartlett, NH that had been in continuous operation in this location for 121 years until it was destroyed by fire in February 2016. The company prospered through the years on its reputation for quality products and timely delivery. The original product (hardwood shoe pegs and hardwood tumbling media) is still manufactured in the facility, and in fact, Kearsarge was the only manufacturer of this product in North America. The principal business of the company at its inception was the manufacture of shoe pegs. Shoe pegs were long cross sectioned hardwood shapes with a point on one end, manufactured primarily from white, yellow and silver birch, although white maple and beech are occasionally employed as well. The Kearsarge Peg Co. manufactured approximately seventy-five different sizes of shoe pegs, which varied in size from 5/16 in. long by 1/18 in. wide to ¼ in. wide by 2.0 in. long . This product was used as a component of shoe manufacturing in the nineteenth and early twentieth century, and replaced shoe nails, as a means for insuring a lasting bond between the last and sole of the shoe. It was considered superior to metal nails, in that over time the wood peg would draw moisture from the ambient atmosphere and swell, forming a lock fit between these two components. Shoe manufacturing along with textiles was a major segment of the economy of New England at this time, and there were dozens of plants, which made this product in competition with Kearsarge. In its earlier years, Kearsarge exported heavily to the shoe industry in Norway, Germany, Australia and elsewhere. The use of pegs in shoe manufacturing came to an abrupt halt with the advent of the Second World War. (Exception: custom made climbing, skiing and cowboy boots). Not only did the company find that its export markets were now closed, but new developments in shoe manufacturing technology obviated the need for pegs to tie or lock the last and sole of shoes together. Lupoline, under the director of its founder Joseph Lupo of pioneered dry barrel finish or tumbling techniques in the early part of the twentieth century, with some patents dating as early as the 1920’s and 1930’s. He found that “shoe pegs” made an ideal mass finishing media for smoothing and polishing plastic parts in rotary barrel finish equipment. This technology was quickly adapted by major manufacturers such as Bausch & Lomb, Foster-Grant and the American Optical Co. and others to replace tedious manual finishing methods that involved buffing. These large manufacturers of eyeglass frame and sunglass frame components were soon utilizing hardwood pegs in bulk, by the truck load and even car load for abrasive finishing and polishing operations. This continues to be the primary use for hardwood pegs and other hardwood preform shapes that the company manufactures to this day. In the early 1980’s the company management decided that there was a need to become more involved on a technical level with the finishing industry. As a result the PEGCO Division was instituted as a marketing and technical arm to more aggressively market hardwood media for other applications. It soon became apparent that there was a need to make PEGCO a technical resource for the finishing industry. Its focus became providing technical solutions to difficult edge and surface finish problems by process development in its “process laboratory” and offering turn-key equipment and abrasive supply packages as the solutions to these problems. The company’s office and manufacturing facilities are found at the same location in Bartlett, NH. These facilities are comprised of approximately 25,000 square feet of manufacturing and warehouse space encompassed in an eleven building complex, situated on seven acres bounded by Kearsarge Street and the White Mountain National Forest. Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 pegmill fire Sanborn 1949 Photo: Standing, Lillian Sanborn, Leon Sanborn, ??? - Seated, Ray Abbott and not sure who child might be. Anchor 4 Anchor 5 Anchor 11 Anchor 12

Jericho Area of Bartlett this page under construction Upper Bartlett Glen Area Cooks Crossing Goodrich Falls Jericho Intervale Dundee West Side Road Kearsarge Jericho MAP The Jericho area is the left center area of this 1890's map of Bartlett. It generally follows the Rocky Branch River. Maple Mtn Logging The caption is difficult to read, but it says "Hauling Timber by 2000 foot cable" "Maple Mountain Rocky Branch 1914" Anyone out there care to share any stories about this adventure? E-mail them to me. Use the "Contact" link above Buster Parker Brothers Enoch and Humphrey Emery were among the first settlers to arrive in 1784. They accepted an offer from William Stark, who had been granted 3000 acres from Governor Wentworth, to homestead on part of the land. Their little area was originally known as Starks Location. In later times it became known as Jericho. Read Their Story HERE The Parker Family have occupied Jericho for many decades. This is Buster Parker and Family, perhaps 1980's ? Do you have any stories or remembrances of Jericho ? Tell me. Anchor 1

Ski History Bartlett NH BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Stanton Slopes - Cobb Farm Road - Bartlett, NH Here's a photo of a forgotten ski slope in Bartlett Village! Only operating for a short time until the early 50s, Stanton Slopes was located on the land of Stanton Farm, which is todays Stillings Grant Housing development. Find more information from The New England Lost Ski Area Project - Stanton Slopes This 1940 photo shows both the top and bottom of the rope tow as well as the wide snowcovered hillside. Probably one of the best photos of this site in existence. This picture and those that follow came from Dale Trecarten. Tom Lazdowski, among others, have also generously contributed to this website. This 1940 photo shows both Sanford and Gertie Trecarten who owned the property at this time. This picture and those that follow came from Dale Trecarten. Tom Lazdowski, among others, have also generously contributed to this website. This 1940 photo shows the ticket booth and the rope tow as well as the wide snow covered hillside. This picture and those that follow came from Dale Trecarten. Tom Lazdowski, among others, have also generously contributed to this website. This 1940 photo shows folks trudging up the hill. I wonder if the rope tow was inoperable on that day? This picture and those that follow came from Dale Trecarten. Tom Lazdowski, among others, have also generously contributed to this website. Early view of the Stanton Farm before a ski slope was envisioned. The buildings on the left are the original farm buildings. In the tracks of ski history Couple restores old Stanton Slopes lift shack into guest haus By Tom Eastman Reporter Reprinted here with permission from the author. — BARTLETT — The New England Lost Ski Areas Project tells the stories of New England's gone but not forgotten ski slopes. Started as a Web site, and now the subject of a recent book by founder Jeremy Davis, a member of the board of directors of the New England Ski Museum, New England Lost Ski Areas Project gives all ski-history wannabes a glimpse at what once was, when many a ski area dotted the countryside, in most cases with power services by a tractor- or Model T-powered rope tow. To date, Davis and his partners have profiled 593 lost ski areas in New England and 75 elsewhere in the organization's 11 years on the Web. One of the areas profiled on the Web site and in the book, “Lost Ski Areas of the White Mountains,” is the old Mount Stanton Ski Slope that ran in the 1930s and into the 1940s in Bartlett, on the north side of the Saco River, at what is now the Stillings Grant subdivision. Part of its claim to fame is that a young skier named Pete Seibert (1924-2002), a Massachusetts native who went on to develop the Vail ski resort in Colorado, skied there as a kid growing up in Bartlett. Seibert was born on Aug. 7, 1924, in Sharon, Mass. He spent much of his youth in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, where he practiced with Austrian instructors who had left Europe as war seemed imminent. By 15, he was winning races. According to Jeff Leich of the New England Ski Museum, Seibert's father arrived in town in the 1930s to serve as a civil engineer with the Civilian Conservation Corps as they performed forestry projects in the Bear Mountain area, and the family rented the Stanton farm. As Leich wrote in an article for the ski museum, “Sketches of Bartlett Ski History,” Seibert — a member of the U.S. Ski Hall of Fame — recounted his early Bartlett skiing years in his autobiography that “we probably lived in one of the first ski-in/ski-out homes in the U.S." A few years later, Seibert joined the U.S. Army's 10th Mountain Division, and was seriously wounded in Italy. After the war he settled in Colorado, where he worked for the Aspen Ski Patrol and qualified for the 1950 U.S. Ski Team — all this after having been told by doctors he might never ski again. He worked in the ski business, and remained intent on finding a mountain on which to start a resort that would combine fine skiing with a European style village. “Anyone who has visited Vail knows how well one-time Bartlett boy Pete Seibert succeeded in realizing his vision,” writes Leich, who resides in North Conway. • • • It's a long way from Bartlett to Vail, but on a recent blustery but sunny Saturday morning, Leich and I accepted an invitation to visit the old slope site where the young Seibert got his start. Through the go-between work of local ski history buff (and award-winning bartender) Jeff Grdinich of the White Mountain Cider Company Restaurant of Glen, we were invited by landowners Deb and Dan Holland of Massachusetts to visit the site. They had bought the lot from developer Joe Berry at Stillings Grant, which includes parts of the old Stanton Slope. The Hollands said they had sold their timeshare at the Attitash Grand Summit Resort, and, through Berry's input, had used the proceeds to buy the lot. The Hollands intend to build a home eventually on the lot, but until they do, they have come up with an interim plan/ They hired local contractor Jon Hill of Fryeburg, Maine , who last fall transformed the rotted old lift shack at the top of the slope into a handsome, free-standing guest haus. They don't plow the 200-yard drive to their renovated haus in winter, so on that blustery Saturday, Leich and I made the short trek up to the haus, where the Hollands awaited on the porch which looks west out to Attitash and Bear Mountain. Outside lay the old engine that had once powered the lift. “I'd like to get that restored some day,” said Holland, who works in the banking industry, and who — like his wife, a retired nurse — is a longtime Attitash skier and cross-country enthusiast. They have been coming to Mount Washington Valley to ski with their four now-grown children for years. Once at the haus, we were invited inside. The former lift shack is now a cozy one-room mountain getaway, with pine walls, expansive windows and a gas stove. Kerosene lanterns provide the only illumination. There is no kitchen or bathroom — hence, they frequent local establishments, and take their showers at the Attitash Mountain Village sports club across from Attitash. “We have breakfast at Bart's [Deli], and we usually have dinner at White Mountain Cider Company,” said Dan. “[Realtor] Rich Samia told us there was one lot with an old ski shack on it, that there used to be a ski slope on it. So, we went to the NELSAP Web site, learned some of the history, and Joe [Berry] drove us up here so we could have a look. We said this should be saved, because there's a lot of history here and we want it to be saved. We came up here, saw the views, and it's just beautiful — so here we are,” said Dan. Samia introduced them to Jon Hill, the Fryeburg carpenter. “We really like Jon — I think he has a real feel for what we were trying to do. He used a lot of the old materials; he used the rough-saw wood to keep it looking like the way it was built,” said Dan. Due to the site's relative isolation, Hill had to haul a generator on his pickup truck to the site to power his tools. “It was quite a project for him. He did it last fall for us,” said Dan. In making the transformation, the ever-arty and resourceful Hill added a new floor and insulation as well as new rafters. The rustic character of the old shack shines through. “There used to be a woodstove over on this side, and where it came through the roof, water had gotten in so that wall had collapsed, so he had to replace that wall, but he used wood that was pretty close to what the old wood was,” said Dan. The night before, the haus interior temperature was quite cold when they arrived, but by morning, “It was 54. Then once the sun came up, it heated up — and now it's 70 again. But it takes awhile because the building is so cold, it takes a while to heat the wood up. It will stay like this, a little cabin, and some day the grandkids will come in here and camp,” said Dan. The interior is pleasingly decorated, showing off the ambience of an Old Towne wooden canoe. Showing their love for ski history, one wall of the couple's renovated shack shows a framed painting of a vintage 1940s couple skiing. “We got that at Zeb's,” said Debbie. She and Dan were very enthralled when we two visiting ski historians told them that the inspiration for the “skiing couple” painting is a 1940s black and white photo taken of the late Toni Matt and Paula Kann, legendary Austrian skiers who made Cranmore their home after coming to America. (Matt won the legendary 1939 Mount Washington Inferno by schussing the headwall in Tuckerman Ravine, and Kann was a member of the 1948 Olympic team who later married Swiss ski instructor Paul Valar of Franconia.) “Well, that's why we invited you guys up here!” laughed Dan. They say they will use the guest haus as an adjunct to their home when they build it. • • • From there, our party of four trekked back down the hill, and drove on the development's access road to the bottom of the hill that once was Stanton Slope . At the bottom of the slope, they led us to the old ski ticket shack . Yours truly had visited it some 20 years before, and I was thrilled to see that it has stood the ravages of time — but just barely. It wasn't in good repair 20 years ago, and it certainly is leaning some now. It looks like the playful houses at Story Land, the difference being that those leaning structures at Story Land were built that way. The shack is not located on the Hollands' property, but like their haus, they would love to see it somehow preserved. “This is pretty much what we started with with our shack,” laughed Debbie, as she crawled through the trees that have grown up at the entrance way to the shack. “Jon did an amazing job for us, he really did,” she added, comparing the old ticket shack to their now renovated ski haus. Broken bottles littered the wooden floor of the open-windowed shack. As we stood at the shack and gazed uphill past a new home in the development, we could make out the Hollands' ski haus peaking above the trees in the distance. “It was a pretty good drop, I'd say,” said the ski museum's Leich, saying he had checked the NELSAP Web site prior to coming over for the visit that day. • • • The Web site contains the following information: “Stanton Slopes: Before 1938-Late 1940s: Stanton Slopes, located about a half-mile east of Bartlett, was a small ski area, of which not too much is known. In 1938, the ski area had an 800-foot tow which served a 100-foot drop (1938 N.H. Winter Sports Guide). According to the late 1940's World Ski Book provided by Wayne Silver, the area had grown to include "a 1,200-foot tow which serves the 30 acres of open terrain suitable for all grades on a 300-foot vertical drop known as Stanton Slopes." No other listings appeared after the late 1940s, so “it had probably closed by then,” writes Davis. The Web site contains some anecdotal information from current Stillings Grant resident Peter Villaume: “I happen to live on the hill that the Stanton Slopes was once. It happens to be the ‘common lands’ of Stillings Grant development. On Dec. 11th of 1999 there was a severe wind storm (100 plus-mph micro burst) that tumbled in excess of 1,100 trees in the development. This also opened up the old ski hill with one of the tow buildings showing again.This is a fairly rolling area, and could have been a real challenge to traverse before large packers were readily available.” • • • Leich says that young Seibert wrote in his autobiography that when his family moved into Bartlett “there was a rope tow in the side yard” and that he was an Eastern Slope Inn golf caddy. “Apparently he heard Lowell Thomas and Harvey Gibson talking about ski resorts down there, and that's what got him thinking about ski resorts,” related Leich to the Hollands. Leich recently gave a talk on some of Bartlett's early ski history for the Bartlett Historical Society. In that presentation and in an article he wrote for the ski museum, Leich said, “In Bartlett as in many other New England villages in the 1930s, the first significant ski trails were cut by the Civilian Conservation Corps. The CCC cut two trails in Bartlett in the summer of 1933 — the Maple Villa trail on Bartlett Mountain in Intervale, and the Bear Mountain Trail south of Bartlett village. The Maple Villa started very near the New England Inn, and was a popular trail with ski train passengers due to its proximity to the Intervale and North Conway railroad stations. It dropped 1900 vertical feet over 2 1/4 miles, and was rated for beginners and intermediates.” The CCC's Bear Mountain Trail , Leich said, was divided into an upper and lower section by the crossing of the then-new Bear Notch Road. The upper section was for experts, with a vertical drop of 1,700 feet in less than 1 1/2 miles. “It became a quiet favorite among the White Mountain ski trails, and became the particular domain of the Schussverein Ski Club, which ran an invitational race there from 1937 until the war years,” wrote Leich. Shortly after the 1939 arrival of Austrian skimeister Hannes Schneider in North Conway, he and his instructor Franz Koessler surveyed the Bear Mountain Trail and recommended that it be rated a Class A race trail. This designation was granted by the Eastern Amateur Ski Association, and meant that the Bear Mountain joined four other New England trails — the Wildcat, Nose Dive, Taft and Thunderbolt — as venues for racing's most severe tests. Leich shared the following story with the Hollands as they gazed out from their guest haus toward Attitash and Bear Mountain the day of our visit: The legendary 1939 American Inferno on Mount Washington, he said, had its genesis at the third Schussverein invitational downhill on the Bear Mountain Trail. Leich said that early ski promoter Alec Bright wrote to the White Mountain National Forest supervisor after visiting the trail on Bear Mountain back in 1939: "Last week,” Bright wrote, “as we stood on Bear Mountain and viewed the complete snow covered beauty of Mount Washington, there was a hue and cry from the old guard that we must revive the old Hochgebirge Inferno Race, which means the old down Mount Washington Race from summit to Pinkham Notch. In a matter of weeks, Leigh related, Bright and his Ski Club Hochgebirge had organized the race that is remembered today for Toni Matt's hair-raising schuss of the Tuckerman Ravine headwall. So, there was a tie-in after all to the painting of Toni Matt on the wall of the cabin — let alone Stanton Slope and Vail. To think it all started in Bartlett... STANTON FARM Eastman Story

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Lumbering Practices; The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. BY NICK HOWE AND TAKEN FROM AN ARTICLE IN YANKEE MAGAZINE JULY 2009; SORRY THE LINK TO THE ORIGINAL ARTICLE IS NO LONGER FUNCTIONAL. By Nick Howe: In 1882 most of the White Mountains land was state-owned until the middle of the 19th century; then it was more or less given away to private owners. Timber barons headed the list of recipients: Three operators divided up the Pemigewasset Wilderness, and the Kancamagus Highway runs for its entire length on the skid ways and railroad beds they built. This was the heroic age of American history and the approach of these three men defined the choices of American enterprise then and even to this day. One tract of 75,000 acres went to Daniel Saunders, an unlikely woodsman who had a law degree from Harvard and the look of a rector in an English cathedral town. Indeed, he was a highly placed authority on legal matters in the Episcopal church, and in 1876 he started a mill town at the northern edge of the wilderness that would eventually include 150 residents and up to 200 choppers in the woods. Selective cutting is the practice of taking only mature trees and leaving the rest to grow while the choppers move on to the next mature stand. This term was not in the timber baron's vocabulary or even widely understood when Mr. Saunders went to work. He was the only operator who used this method. The Saunders family was so careful that they cut over most of their land three times and still had virgin trees standing after 41 years of work. Fire was the great enemy. The timber barons were interested in only the long trunks of the trees and thus often left behind immense piles of limbs and the slender upper sections of the trees -- what the British call "lops and tops." These vast tinder boxes could be ignited by lightning, by a careless match, or even more easily, by sparks from the wood-burning locomotives of the timber railways. It's a measure of the Saunders family's devoted stewardship that no fire ever burned in their domain. The largest of the operators was J. E. Henry, who advanced into the wilderness from the Zealand Valley in the north and then from Lincoln in the west, a company town built and personally owned by Mr. Henry. He was in business from 1881 to his death in 1912, and he was relentless. His men worked 11-hour days, which were regulated by 47 posted rules, 28 of which concerned the proper care of horses. Mr. Henry paid each of his men in person while carrying a gun on his hip, and he brooked no arguments. When one of his choppers settled up his account at the end of the winter, he saw a substantial deduction for tobacco at Mr. Henry's store. "I don't use tobacco," said the chopper, "you can ask any of the men." "That's all right," snapped Mr. Henry. "It was there if you'd wanted it." The property lines of the timber barons' vast holdings were often disputed, and these were not trivial matters. The first serious disagreement involved the Saunders operation, and it went all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court. Local ingenuity settled other arguments. There was, for instance, the line along the height of land between mounts Carrigain and Kancamagus. It divided the Saunders and Henry holdings, and the two men did not agree on the exact location, so Mr. Henry sent the sheriff to arrest the Saunders choppers near the height of land, and he jailed them in Lincoln. Independent investigation found that the Henry choppers were at fault. Then Mr. Henry returned to thought and came up with a more subtle plan: It was said that he counted noses and then sent so many of his men to live in Livermore that they could form a voting majority and redefine the property lines. Unlike the judicious Saunders family, the Henry ideal was to mow the wilderness, to clear off the land so completely that logs could be rolled down the mountainsides to the skid ways and then hauled to his mills by train. These were not narrow-gauge railroad lines; they were full commercial width, and their location as well as the labyrinth of skid ways made for complicated undertakings. This was the work of Levi "Pork Barrel" Dumas, an unlettered French Canadian, whose instinct for location and gradient would be the envy of today's best civil engineers. While most loggers had a single-track operation, Mr. Henry built an empire with more than 20 deep-woods camps and more than 50 miles of railroad for six engines and extras he leased as needed; the trains would make two or three runs a day -- a top haul was 28 laden cars -- and telephone lines connected the camps and regulated traffic in "Henry's Woods." Mr. Henry's profligate ways led to three major fires: 12,000 acres burned in 1886, 10,000 in 1903, and 35,000 in 1907. Writers told of the "devastating efficiency" and "abomination of desolation" of the Henry operations. In the summer of 1907, the sky was darkened by smoke as if from a volcanic eruption. When the land had cooled, scientists declared that the ground was profoundly destroyed, that it was sterilized into the upper layers of bedrock, and that no green thing might ever grow there again. When the Henrys sold out in 1917, they transferred 100,000 acres largely given to stumps and ashes. The third member of this epochal trio was Oakleigh Thorne , who started into the wilderness from Conway on the east side. He was as different from the other two giants of the Pemigewasset as they were from each other; he was a cultured New York financier and a member of the Tennis and Racquet Club and the Westminster Kennel Club. He used to arrive in the North Country riding in a seat attached to the running board of his chauffeur-driven Packard roadster. Mr. Thorne began work in 1906 and would eventually build 20 miles of track. However patrician and picturesque Oakleigh Thorne might have been, he was an absentee owner: He let work out to subcontractors, and his operations were so anonymous that local residents and imported workers alike spoke only of "the Company," the very model of a modern corporate life. This did not indicate a lack of character, however, and work habits were strictly enforced: One morning the foreman lit a stick of dynamite under his choppers' shanty to hasten their way out to the cuttings. "The Company" ceased operations in 1916, the last of the rapacious Henrys was gone in 1917, and the saintly Saunders left their woods in 1927. Nature sees things in a longer span than we do. The railroad beds and skid ways laid out by Pork Barrel Dumas are still engraved on the land, and hikers still find iron artifacts remaining from those wilderness empires, but it is impossible to find any differences in the woods once claimed by such completely different men. Now it again belongs to hikers and hunters and fishermen, the same as before any of the timber barons began their immense work. -----end Some of these pages are under construction Livermore Menu Introduction Timeline 1865-1965 Forever Livermore Article Sawyer River Railroad Saunders Family Nicholas Norcross Shackfords Owners Howarth Card Collection Lumbering Practices Legal Problems Peter Crane Thesis Bits and Pieces thorne

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 The Village Area of Bartlett First page Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Share Upper Bartlett Glen Area Cooks Crossing Goodrich Falls Jericho Intervale Dundee West Side Road Kearsarge Upper Bartlett Village in the mid 1950's. The outline of the Thermostat Factory is visible behind the cloud of smoke. Photo courtesy Alan Eliason. FOR THOSE NOT ACQUAINTED WITH BARTLETT, The Town is divided into several sub-communities and areas that in their entirety are The Town of Bartlett. The map shows the distinctive neighborhoods. Beginning at the west is The Upper Village, which is most notable for the Josiah Bartlett School. Glen is the central part of the town centering on the junction of Routes 16 & 302. Glen has several subsections, primarily Cooks Crossing (some refer to it as sucker brook) which is the upper section of the West Side Road . Goodrich Falls is the northern area that abuts the Town of Jackson. Jericho is located about a mile west of the Junction of Route 16 & 302 and it encompasses the Rocky Branch area. Intervale is the eastern part of Town beginning at about the junction of Rte 16A Resort Loop and ending at the Scenic Vista and the North Conway Town line. The westerly side of Hurricane Mountain Road up into Kearsarge is also part of Bartlett. This section begins in the upper village. there are five linked pages. Long before Attitash, there were very popular ski runs on Bear Mountain. This photo 1941 looks north towards Mt Washington. The Village was also home to Stanton Slopes, with a rope tow. It operated in the 40's and 50's. It was located in the cleared area about in the center of this picture. For a very good article about all the bartlett Ski Businesses in the early days, go to http://www.skimuseum.org 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 George Chappee, Tinker Ainsworth, Jimmy Clemons, with a not too happy looking deer. This house is on River Street near the VFW hall. Photo Courtesy of Maureen Hussey BearMtnSki StillingsFire chappeeTinker The Village was once dominated by the Railroad and most of the residents depended on it for their livelihood. The Village in those days had several restaurants, bars, a movie theatre, hotel and lodgings, a hardware store, several grocery stores and many other commercial activities. By contrast, it is a relatively peaceful village today. RRSta1908 GKHowardStore G.K. Howard Hardware Store, also on Albany Avenue. Later it was The Thermostat Factory. Going up Albany Ave towards Bear Notch Road it was just across the tracks on the left. Today there are some condo type units in the same spot. There was a building just before the tracks on the right that housed Wimpy Thurston's Grocery Store, later operated by the Jacobson's . The building looked similar to the GK howard Store but without the dormers. Today that site is an empty lot adjacent to the former Garland Inn , and as of 2019 the Hodgkins residence. 1951; Hanging out at the GK Howard Store are Vin at back left, Bucky (Rogerson?) front left, Peggy and Neal Trecarten. Granville K. Howard, Prominent Bartlett Resident Dies In the passing of Granville K. Howard on Nov. 17 at his home after a brief illness, Bartlett has lost one of its outstanding citizens. Born in Hartford, Vt ., in 1864, he was graduated from Dartmouth in the class of 1886 and always kept up his interests in the activities of the college. In 1887 he married Nellie Bailey of Landgrove, Vt ., and two years later he moved to Bartlett . From that time until his retirement in 1946 he was active in business, conducting a general store. In 1912 he built the Howard Hotel , which is now known as Bartlett Hotel. Mr. Howard held many town offices, having served as selectman and as a member of the school board. He was instrumental in forming the Bartlett Water Precinct of which he was treasurer for 51 years. Always interested in the welfare of the town, one of his last acts was to give a plot of land opposite the hotel for a public park . For many years he was active in Osceola Lodge, I. O. O. F. , and was recently awarded his 50 year pin. His counsel and guidance will be missed by the many people who always found him a friend in time of need. Funeral services were held on Sunday, Nov. 20 at 2 p.m. at the Bartlett Congregational Church.- The Reporter, Thursday, November 24, 1949 -pg 1 GK HowardDies Trecarten Across the Street from G.K HOWARD'S STORE IS THE BOOKER BUILDING ON ALBANY AVENUE. It housed Garland's Store, a Barbershop operated by Claude Dearborn. The Post Office was there until it moved down the street next door to Franklin George's "What Not Shop" by the Park. No Date was provided but probably in the 1945-1955 range. Garlands was a drug store, but also sold clothing, footwear and hardware. It was later operated by Joe Briggs. A rlene Hamel and another lady had a restaurant there as did Henrietta Trecarten and Evelyn Tibbets at a later date. There was also a Bakery on the lower level. If you knew of Stan Smearer and Jenny Sweeney , among others, lived in the apartments upstairs. BookerBldg HenriettaT Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 This picture at right shows the old General Thermostat Corp Building which was owned by a Mr Frank Reingruber. He lived on the upper floor. He had patented several various forms of thermostats from 1945 to 1971. He probably employed about 30 people. His building was the former G.K. Howard Store . He operated there from the early 1950's to the early 1960's. This editor does not know where he went after his factory closed however he had another thermostat patent approved in 1971, The backside of this July 1957 card (at right) is addressed to Mr Russ Hosmer in Wilmerding Penn. and the writer is one Alan T. There is mention of the Edaville Railroad and it sounds like Alan T was a scout looking for old railroad equipment to buy. Not that it has any bearing, but Wilmerding is home to the George Westinghouse Mansion. Thermostat 1983 Bartlett Village, School in foreground, Bartlett Hotel left side: Ed Pettengill: "I found this on the internet...it said Bartlett NH Aerial photo circa 1983...based on the new wing on the school, and the school bus parked by the garage, that's accurate within a year. The new wing was built around 1980 - I was in eighth grade when they were building it - so that's the oldest the picture could be. If anyone has pictures of Bartlett from either the Bear Notch overlooks, Attitash, or Cave Mountain or Hart's ledge, please post them. Those pictures of Bartlett from overhead are great". Editors Note, this is a Roger Marcoux Photo Aerial nute This picture shows Mountain Home when the Nutes owned it and operated a large farm extending westward to Silver Springs, Eastward to about where The Bartlett Inn is located today and Northward to the Saco River. They catered to guests who wanted to stay on a working farm for the summer. This picture shows the Nutes standing in front of their farmhouse. The notation on the back of the card is shown below. Nute Additions? Corrections? Mistakes? Just plain Lies? Please Tell the Website Editor Using the Contact Us Link in the Top Heading ! Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Village Area Page 2 Anchor 7 Anchor 2

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Logging Railroads in bartlett More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... There were three logging railroads in Bartlett: Bartlett and Albany Railroad East Branch Railroad Rocky Branch Railroad Sawyer River Railroad at Livermore Scotty is working on this page

History of the Bartlett Experimental Forest at Bartlett New Hampshire. NH BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Bartlett Experimental Forest Bartlett Experimental Forest What's going on up in those woods? The Bartlett Experimental Forest is within the Saco Ranger District of the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire. It is managed by RWU-4155 of the Northern Research. Station. Research activities began at the Experimental Forest when it was established in 1931 and is 2,600 acres in size but will likely double in area with the forest plan revision that is being written. The BEF extends from the village of Bartlett in the Saco River valley at 680 ft to about 3,000 ft at its upper reaches. This particular site was chosen because it represented conditions (soils, elevation, climate, tree species composition) typical of many forested areas throughout New England and northern New York. The White Mountain National Forest , including the BEF, was purchased under the Weeks Act of 1911. In the late 19th century, the area was selectively logged for high value species, first eastern white pine and red spruce and later sugar maple and yellow birch. Logging railroads were laid and hardwood stands were clearcut for locomotive fuel. The lower third of the BEF was logged and some portions cleared for pasture. Upper portions were progressively less impacted with increasing elevation. Although fires are relatively rare, the 1938 hurricane did widespread damage. High grading resulted in more American beech, so when the beech scale-Nectria complex, or beech bark disease, arrived in the 1940s it caused substantial damage and continues to influence stand dynamics. An ice storm in 1998 was the most recent widespread natural disturbance, impacting mostly higher elevation stands. Occasional wind storms are common disturbances, but of relatively small scale. There are areas of old-growth northern hardwoods with beech, yellow birch, sugar maple, and eastern hemlock being the dominant species. Even-aged stands of red maple, paper birch, and aspen occupy sites that were once cleared. Red spruce stands cover the highest slopes. Eastern white pine is confined to the lowest elevations. In 1931-32 the Bartlett Forest was gridded with 500 permanent 0.1-ha square cruise plots spaced 200 by 100 meters apart. After an initial measurement of all woody stems larger than 1.5 inches (3.8 cm) in diameter, a majority of the plots (441) were remeasured by 1-inch (2.54 centimeters) diameter classes and species in 1939-40 and again in 1991-92. This 60-year data set includes areas (55%) that were cut for experimental purposes using single-tree selection, diameter-limit cutting, group selection, clearcutting, shelterwood, and thinning. Another 45% of the Forest has not been harvested since at least 1890. The Forest has no history of recent fires, but a 1938 hurricane did substantial damage, particularly at the higher elevations, and the area sustained severe damage from beech-bark disease in the early 1940's. Two other natural disturbances may be occurring on this Forest: red spruce decline associated with acid deposition and migration of tree species upslope as a result of climate warming. Wildlife species on the Bartlett Experimental Forest depend on the array of surrounding forest and riparian habitats on the extensively forested mountain slopes. No forested and aquatic habitats are minor components of the overall landscape. At least 15 species of amphibians and reptiles, 90 bird species, and 35 mammalian species have been known to occur in the area throughout the year. Charismatic megafauna like moose and black bear can be seen: redback, spring and two-lined salamanders and wood frogs are also found, as well as a number of raptors (red-tailed hawk, goshawk, barred owl, and saw-whet owl), a variety of neotropical migratory birds, permanent residents (crossbills and redpolls); and an array of bats, small mammals, forest carnivores (weasels, fisher, bobcat), snowshoe hare, and white-tailed deer. The most serious problem facing woodland managers in the Northeast is a lack of knowledge about the ecological relationships between wildlife habitat and forest management in northern hardwoods and associated ecosystems at various levels. This information is essential for integrating wildlife habitat maintenance and improvement with other forest management goals including timber production and maintenance of aesthetic qualities. If you would like to know more (alot more) please visit the US Forest Service Northern Research Station at this Address: https://www.fs.usda.gov/ne/newtown_square/publications/brochures/pdfs/experimental_forests/Bartlett.pdf Editors Note: This is the same place I lifted this little story from, but since our taxes are probably paying for most of it, I think it's OK 1938 Hurricane widespread damage No Horses Available? These guys have saved a lot of lugging by constructing this chute to slide the logs down hill to a central spot. Probably 1930's; Photographer Unknown. A BRIEF NOTE ABOUT THE SCALE OF THE 1938 HURRICANE: Cleaning up timber damaged by the Great 1938 Hurricane took years. The storm blew down so many trees that paper mills processed them for nine years. The blowdowns posed a dilemma: What to do with enough woody debris to nearly fill Rhode Island? And how to do it quickly enough so it didn’t set off tremendous forest fires? President Franklin Roosevelt ordered the Civilian Conservation Corps and the Works Progress Administration to clean up the mess. It then took two years for the 50 CCC camps and 15,000 WPA workers in the region to finish the job. For 87 years, the Bartlett Experimental Forest has been a proving ground for almost every forestry treatment ever plausibly proposed for managing northern hardwoods. Vetting and spreading the best of these practices has been the life work of two scientists: Mariko Yamaskai and Bill Leak. Read the article at "Northern Woodlands". Northern Woodlands

Livermore NH Legal Issues Saunders v. Publishers' Paper Co. et al. (District Court D. N.H. Sept 17, 1913) Elkins Grant/Borderline Dispute. View at Google Books Some of these pages are under construction Livermore Menu Introduction Timeline 1865-1965 Forever Livermore Article Sawyer River Railroad Saunders Family Nicholas Norcross Shackfords Owners Howarth Card Collection Lumbering Practices Legal Problems Peter Crane Thesis Bits and Pieces BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Bartlett Land & Lumber Co. v. Daniel Saunders. United States Supreme Court April 1881 View Here

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, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Intervale Area Upper Bartlett Glen Area Cooks Crossing Goodrich Falls Jericho Intervale Dundee West Side Road Kearsarge I'm a paragraph. Click here to add your own text and edit me. It's easy. Swinging SKI area Dick Stimpson and wife Priscilla, operated the Intervale Ski Area from the late fifties until the early seventies. They had two children, Richie, who still lives in Intervale and Lisa who now resides in Brooklyn New York. Photos circa 1966 courtesy of Dave Eliason INTERVALE SKI JUMP ARTICLE - HERE JUMP ABENAKI The former Abenaki Indian Shop and Camp is located on the north side of Intervale Cross Road, separated from the road by the Conway Scenic Railroad . It is a parcel of land 3.8 acres (1.5 ha) in size, most of which is forested in mixed hardwoods. At the southern end is a single-story wood-frame building with a gabled roof, and a descriptive plaque set in a stone. A short way north of this are a grouping of small shingled gable-roofed cabins, set around a small clearing in the woods. Chief Joseph Laurent , an Abenaki leader from Odanak (St. Francis, Quebec ), came to the area in 1884, and established a seasonal camp on the site, which was then owned by a local hotel. Laurent and other Abenaki produced baskets and other handicrafts as a tourist attraction for the hotel guests, and sold them the wares they produced. The Abenaki were descended from the area's original Native American population, who were driven from the area during the colonial period. The shop was originally a service shed built by the Maine Central Railroad ; it was purchased by Laurent around 1900. Laurent is also credited with construction of the cottages in which the Abenaki lived. The business was continued by Laurent's son Stephen into the late 20th century.[3] Since 1985, the property has been owned by the town, which now operates it as a small park with interpretive signage describing its history. Laurent "PUMPKIN HOLLOW" No idea why it's called that but the road, while paved, and the house, are still the same (2018) . PUMPKIN The Birches was the winter home of Dick and Priscilla Stimpson who operated the Intervale Ski Area. Frank Carlton's Intervale Farm dated 1906. Left photo is 1906; Right photo is 2021. Click on the left photo for a larger version. Charles Robinson bought in the 1940's and it has passed on thru 3 generations. Still here in 2021 but the porch is gone. 1906 Photo courtesy of the Robert J. Girouard Collection BIRCHES CARLTON MAIN ST 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. STATION Limmer's has been located in Intervale since the early 1950s. At the request of the Bartlett Historical Society, the Limmer family graciously agreed to open their historic property on Route 16A, Intervale for a tour on Saturday, July 7, 2007. "Limmer's" are known world-wide as master boot makers. Their manufacturing business, now being operated by the third generation. The building which houses their business was at one time the stables for the Fairview. LIMMER In the 1930s the barn that was previously part of the Fairview Inn and Farm was converted to a dance hall, known as Intervale Playgrounds and later as Harmony Acres. The dance hall floor and stage still exist. Many in Bartlett still recall those Saturday night dances. Marianne Limmer, who moved first to Massachusetts as a young bride from Germany, as had the Limmer family. She told of the dance hall's dilapidated condition when they moved to Intervale, which was transformed into the thriving boot company . PLAYGROUNDS Cyrus Tasker built the original Fairview Cottage in 1854 to accommodate travelers, but it was destroyed by fire. Another version was built and it was also destroyed by fire. The Tasker family moved into a cottage on their property. They later enlarged that building and it was known as Mountain Vale Inn. The land has accommodated several buildings throughout the years; the property has been home to a country store, a gift shop, a gas station and a cabin court. throughout its history the carriage house, grain room, stable and cattle barn survived. A portion of this property is the converted tabernacle which was rescued by Tasker from Intervale Park, a religious community established at the base of Bartlett Mountain, across the street from his establishment. See more about Intervale Park below. WIZARD The Wizard Tree in Intervale. The Wizard Birch Tree has not been standing since around 1948. If you go onto Intervale Crossroads & over the Railroad tracks & go straight ahead into the developement that is there today about a 100 yards in was the Wizard Birch Tree. The people that were transfering to the Boston & Maine Railroad to the Maine Central & had a hold over went to the Wizard Birch Tree to wait for the train. There were also benches there for people to sit & wait. (This information provided by Howard Hatch, a life-long Intervale resident.) Feb 2014: I just found this lengthy article about the Wizard Tree at "New Hampshire History Blog". You can read it here. Cathedral Woods, somewhere in Intervale ? THE OLD INTERVALE SCHOOL IS NOW HOME TO THE BARTLETT TOWN HALL More details about the Chinese Shop at THIS PAGE CHINESE Cannell Ray and Lydia Cannell's Store. They moved from their original location in the Glen area in 1948. They also operated the Intervale Inn House of Color operated by Les and Peg Brown. It was at the northern end of today's Rte 16A 1890's Area of todays Scenic Vista rest area. The barns became part of the Cannell property. Today's (2020) 1785 Inn is the small white building under Cathedral Ledge COLOR BERKELEY THE BERKELEY SHOP _ INTERVALE. This photo is from 1925, or thereabouts and identifies Miss W.F. Allen, who I assume was the proprietress. I have no other information for this so if you know more details please let me know. Thank you. EVANSMARKET Does anyone remember the details of this place? The Bloodgood Farm: The Eastern Slope of the White Mountains was still a vast, untamed wilderness when the original farmhouse was built on this site by Samuel Bloodgood, in 1809. The Bloodgood farm was famous for its hospitality from the first and remained so during Samuel’s life and those of his sons and grandsons. Among the third generation, Lyle Bloodgood had been a handsome, young and talented actor. Returning in later life after extensive travels, he often regaled his guests with tales of the state. His most exciting story was an eye-witness account of Lincoln’s assassination. He had been one of the performers at Ford’s theater in Washington on that fatal night. It was some years before this, in the late 1830s, that the farm had in fact become an inn, the owners setting a sign at the roadside to invite the traveling public to their hearth and board. ParkIntervale INTERVALE PARK COLONY, was established toward the end of the 19th century by Dr. Charles Cullis of Boston. It was directly across the street from the Fairview. This group of religious people had their summer homes on the crest and slopes of a foothill of Bartlett Mountain. Prayer meetings were held daily and one day in seven was set aside for prayers for the sick. The summer was spent in devotional exercises and in the glorification of God. The group held its first convention in August of 1884. As the colony grew they added a dining hall, tabernacle and several other buildings. Dr Cullis' residence was destroyed by "and incendiary fire October 23, 1889 and the dining hall set on fire". We might assume this language means an arsonist set the fires. When Dr. Cullis died in 1892 the group lost momentum and was abandoned. The buildings fell into disrepair but eventually Cyrus Tasker of the Fairview rescued the tabernacle and moved it across the street to use as a carriage house. It was still standing in 1994 when my source book was published. SOURCE: "The Latchstring Was Always Out - Aileen Carroll - 1984 "Bartlett New Hampshire, In The Valley of the Saco - Aileen Carroll - 1990 Cullis In 1870 Charles Cullis acted in two areas. First God began speaking to him about moving from the middle of Boston to an outlying rural area. TB treatments were changing after a famous study showed that improved nutrition and environment made a significant difference in recovery rates. He also began to be stirred about praying for physical healing. He asked a woman who was in one of his consumptive homes, Lucy Drake (later Osborn) , whether he could pray for her. She had large tumor that kept her bedridden. She was healed and walked three miles that day. Cullis published a book of hymns title "Faith Hymns" in 1870. In 1871 Cullis added a monthly children's publication called "Loving Words." In the summer of 1873 Cullis and his wife traveled to Europe, with William and Mary Boardman, to visit faith homes they had heard of, including the one started by Dorothea Trudel. He felt challenged to begin to pray for the sick. He showed such a gifting in this area that his ministry swelled with people wanting to know more. Cullis, unlike some in the healing ministry, did not oppose medical help and still continued his practice during those years. In fact, the money he made from his medical practice was often expended on the poor in the homes, leaving his own family with the barest necessities. In 1874 William Boardman wrote a book based on Cullis' journal and "Consumptive Homes Reports" titled "Faith Works" which gave Cullis national and international prominence. In 1875 Cullis returned the favor and wrote a book about the Boardmans called "Work for Jesus: the Experience and Teachings of Mr. and Mrs. Boardman." In 1874 Cullis also wrote a book about the love of Christ called "The King of Love." In 1879 Cullis published "Faith Cures, or Answers to Prayer in the Healing of the Sick." Carrie Judd (later Montgomery) read about Cullis' work and requested prayer for her healing. Cullis became a controversial figure in Boston over "Faith Cure", and many denominations became antagonistic, due to cessationist theology. However, he began to receive attention from all over the world, as he taught and showed that God still healed and did miracles. In 1881 Cullis began to hold "faith-cure" meetings on a regular basis and in 1882 a "faith-cure" home was built, based on Dorothea Trudel's model. His Willard Tract Repository produced his own works on faith healing, and many from other healers. In 1881 he published a follow up to his earlier "Answers" titled "More Faith Cures: or Answers to Prayer in the Healing of the Sick." Then in 1885 he published "Other Faith Cures; or Answers to Prayer in the Healing of the Sick." He also published the book "Dorothea Trudel, or, The Prayer of Faith." which had his name on it as an author, but was a translation from a German work by an unidentified author. In the mid-1880’s Cullis began holding "Faith Conventions" in Massachusetts, Maine, and New Hampshire. In fact A. B. Simpson attended one of these meetings in Old Orchard Beach, Maine and had a major healing experience. R. Kelso Carter was healed when Cullis prayed for him and became a friend and supporter. Cullis purchased land in Intervale Park, New Hampshire so he could hold conventions of his own that did not have to work around other ministries' schedules. In 1883 Cullis wrote a book to promote his new convention site called "Intervale Park." He brought in guest speakers, who had healing ministries, from all over the US and Europe. The conventions attracted a lot of media coverage, both positive and negative. The conventions would end with a general healing service led by Dr. Cullis, who prayed over hundreds people, in healing lines. Through Cullis' direct influence, by the late 1880's, there were over 25 "faith homes" in the US being run by various ministries. The majority of these were associated with the Christian and Missionary Alliance which Cullis' teaching had so strongly impacted. Another hymnal was produced called "Songs of Victory" in 1889, probably in support of his conventions. Finally in 1892 a series of sermons were published called "Tuesday Afternoon Talks". By any standard the work that Cullis was handling was enormous. From 1864 to the 1890s the Consumptive Home had taken care of 2000 critically ill patients, the vast majority of which had been brought to a saving knowledge of Christ. He was constantly meeting with supporters, writing, teaching, publishing, visiting the poor, handing out tracts, and holding summer conventions. His life of prayer was central to his vision and ministry. Dr. Charles Cullis collapsed and died on April 18, 1892 at the age of 59. The Consumptive's Home continued to operate for another 25 years, eventually handling over 4000 patients. Still Cullis' lasting impact was his teaching on having faith in God, and the revelation that we could believe God for our salvation, provision, and healing. SOURCE: Biography for Dr Charles Cullis Cullis, Charles (1833 – 1892) – Hahnemann House Trust Dr Charles Cullis 1833-1892 bartMountain In case you were asking yourself, "exactly where is Bartlett Mountain?"

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Godfrey Nicholas Frankenstein 1820 - 1873 Frankenstein Cliff and Trestle in Crawford Notch Story by Scotty Mallett - Railroad Historian Godfrey N. Frankenstein was born in Darmstadt, Germany in 1820. He and his family fled and immigrated to America in 1831 eventually settling in Ohio. The 1830’s wave of emigration from Germany was caused chiefly by economic hardships, including unemployment and crop failures. Many Germans also left to avoid wars and military service. In some cases, government entities encouraged poor citizens to emigrate. Godfrey had 3 siblings, all of whom became artists. At the age of 13 he became a sign painter and at the age of 19 was a portrait painter. In 1841 he founded and was the first president of the Cincinnati Academy of Fine Arts. When he was 24, in 1844, he went to Niagara Falls. The grandeur of the Falls impressed upon him a new direction. Over a nine year period he would paint hundreds of scenes of the Falls all from different perspectives. Beginning in 1853 he then began a five year process to transfer the sketches to canvas. He picked 80 to 100 good drawings and copied each one to single panels that stood at least eight feet high. The end product was a roll of canvas that when unfurled was nearly 1000 feet long. Frankenstein cleverly juxtaposed scenes from different years to show the changes. In 1858 he began to show them to audiences, mostly in New York City, one at a time, like a moving picture, telling a story in the process. At fifty cents per person to see the show it was a success beyond his expectations. In 1867, Frankenstein traveled to Europe and spent two years abroad painting many mountain landscapes. Below, "The Mill Pond" in Ohio Godfrey had a great love of the White Mountains and when traveling there he stayed with Dr. Samuel Bemis (1793–1881) at his stone cottage in Crawford Notch, later known as the Inn Unique and currently The Notchland Inn, and he formed a friendship with Bemis. Dr. Bemis owned most of the Crawford Notch at that time and named the cliffs and the gulf below after his friend Frankenstein. It is said that Mr. Frankenstein painted many White Mountains scenes yet these paintings are hard to find. Frankenstein would die in 1873 at his home in Springfield, Ohio. Two years later, in 1875, when the Portland and Ogdensburg Railroad built the Railroad through Crawford Notch the trestle that stands today was named Frankenstein Trestle. Sources: https://unrememberedhistory.com/tag/godfrey-nicholas-frankenstein/ http://www.cowhampshireblog.com/2006/05/28/new-hampshire-when-frankenstein-roamed-the-white-mountains/ https://americanart.si.edu/artwork/portrait-godfrey-frankenstein-8570 Godfrey Frankenstein's 1848 Painting of "Mount Washington Over Tuckerman's Ravine" can be found at this link. http://whitemountainprints.org/Godfrey_Frankenstein.html

A Timeline of Livermore 1864 to 1965 1864: An In-Law of the Saunders', Nicholas G. Norcross , who was known as The New England Timber King, had been very active in deepening and widening the Pemigewasset and Merrimack Rivers to make them suitable for floating timber to his mills in Lowell, Massachusetts. He purchased 80,000 acres of land then known as Elkins Grant, which would later become Livermore. Upon the death of Mr Norcross, the Saunders brothers, (Daniel, Charles and Caleb) successfully obtained the rights to Elkins grant and created the Sawyer River Enterprise. 80,000 acres of land is an area about 10 miles long and 12 miles wide. I have found little documentation about exactly who Mr Norcross bought this acreage from, although Jasper Elkins acquired the land through an act of the N.H. Legislature in 1830, so presumably it would have been from Mr. Elkins or his estate. JULY 7,1874: Daniel Saunders at age 52, and his brother Charles, age 50 in 1874, Nathan Weeks, William Russell and Caleb Saunders Incorporated the Grafton County Lumber Company and work began on access roads along the Sawyer River. 1875: The Portland and Ogdensburg Railroad completed its route through Crawford Notch, thereby opening up the Sawyer River area for egress in and out. Entrepenorial minds immediately went to work and the Saunders Family saw an opportunity. JULY 2, 1875 the State Legislature approved an act to Incorporate the Sawyer River Railroad, 1876: The first mill was completed...and burned in the same year. Another mill was immediately constructed and it's cost was listed at $150,000. JULY 11, 1876: The Town of Livermore is Incorporated by the State of New Hampshire. The Town holds its first meeting with Benjamin Akers, John Tewksbury and Charles Saunders officiating. 1877: The Saunders' begin laying the rails for the Sawyer River Railroad. The CW Saunders Locomotive had been purchased new the previous year from the Portland Company, Eastern Railroad. Originally about one and a half miles of track was installed, up to the mill site, but as time went on the Rail Line had about 9 miles of track laid into its vast holdings. SEPTEMBER 1878: The first marriage was recorded in the Town of Livermore between Elden Boynton and Julia Lucy. 1878: Rapid Growth ; The N.H. Business Registry claims 48 residents in 1878 and 200 residents in the following year. An increase of 200% ! Four children were born in Livermore during this time period. 1880: The census for that year shows 103 people living in 18 separate buildings, consisting of men, women and children. The town was very family oriented with one third of the population being children. Occupations included millworkers, watchman, laborers, teamsters, blacksmiths, two coal dealers and three engineers. In this year the Livermore Mill operation reported a net income of $12,400 or 28% of gross receipts. 1880: This year also marked a smallpox epidemic that swept through the area resulting in the death of 6 townspeople. These 6 people were buried in the nearby woods and a stone monument records the spot. Another story tells of as many as 40 people being buried in this spot. Some were buried while still alive, although in a comatose state. 1881: The Village was granted a Post Office with William G. Hull appointed Postmaster. APRIL 1881: The land dispute between Saunders and Bartlett Land and Lumber Company is argued in the United States Supreme Court. Saunders and Abbott argue the case. Read the case. 1885: The town lists one school with 28 students attending. The school is valued at $151.00. The annual school budget was about $145.00. The school later (1924) went on to be "the best school in the State", thanks to Mr Saunders efforts. it had not only electricity and heat, but typewriters, movie projectors and the education many received there was the equivalent of college level courses. 1886: Saunders sells a portion of their holdings to The New Hampshire Land Company with George P. James as its President. This tract was located "on the other side of Mt. Carrigain" on the Pemigewassett River. 1890: The Saunders name disappears from the Town records that indicate ownership of the various enterprises and is replaced with George P. James, who had been previously listed along with the Saunders names. At this time the name Livermore Mills begins usage and we are to assume that ownership of the mill had changed to Mr James. MAY 22 1891: Charles Saunders dies in Lowell at the age of 67. Daniel and Daniel's son, Charles G. Saunders continue overseeing the Livermore operations. 1895: The Postmaster William Hull relocates to his home town of Plymouth and is replaced by G.S. Payne. Mr Payne was also a Selectman, Tax Collector and Town Clerk at various times. He was to die in 1911. 1895: George P. James sells his Livermore interests back to C.G. Saunders. 1898: Telephone service comes to livermore. George Staples is the Telephone agent in Livermore. 1900: The census for this year shows a population of 191, however the proportion of children was substantially reduced from the previous census. 1901: Through out the 1880's and 1890's there was constant legal action between the abutting property owners and in 1901 these disputes finally ended with more than half of Livermore being annexed to Lincoln by an act of the State Legislature. 1906: Ownership in Livermore was distributed among six primary owners, Publishers Paper Co, International Paper Co, The estate of George H. Morey and one Estella L. Lancaster. However, Livermore Mills remained the largest single owner. The Saunders heirs also owned property. 1910: Census showed 64 individuals in 11 separate households. The proportion of children had greatly increased since the 1900 census and it appeared there were fewer single individuals present. 1910: The fire tower atop Mt. Carrigain was constructed, although little more than an open platform. It had a cabin for the watchman and a telephone line down to Livermore. It was amongst the first fire towers in the State. It was listed as inactive in 1948. (Off-site link to Fire Tower Photos) 1911: The Weeks Act authorized the Federal Government to purchase private lands for the purpose of preservation. 1912: C.G. Saunders, Daniels Son, mortgages Livermore Mills to Gideon M. Sutherland. The three Saunders sisters re-purchased the mortgage and mill in 1919, the same year it was destroyed by fire. 1912: Daniel Saunders is 91 years old and still a presence at Livermore, 1914: The valuation of Livermore acreage and buildings is 470,000. ($1.00 in 1914 is the equivalent of $10.50 in 2009 dollars, so to put that number in perspective the 2009 equivalent would be nearly five million dollars.) APRIL 19, 1917: Daniel Saunders dies in Lowell at the age of 95 FEB 19, 1918: Daniels Son, C.G. Saunders dies at age 70 in Boston of a heart attack. Charles willed nearly his entire estate to his three sisters, Annie, Mary and Edith Saunders. The responsibility of running the mill and acreage passed to one Clinton I. Nash. Nash was an officer for the Saunders interests from 1902 to 1936. His name however does not appear on any town census until 1920, nor did he have any previous experience running a lumber mill. 1919: Livermore Mills is completely destroyed by fire. 1920: Census counted 98 people . 65 of these lived in 12 households in the Village and the rest lived out in the logging camps. Of the population of 98 only 8 of them had been at Livermore ten years prior. 1920: The C.W. Saunders Locomotive left the tracks and fell into the Sawyer River, thus ending it's usefullness. It was replaced with "Peggy", a Baldwin built Locomotive, and was purchased from the Henry Lumber Company which operated in the Zealand area. 1920-26: Management of the mills slowly deteriorates without the Saunders influence and economic hardships and unexpected disasters contribute to its six year decline. In addition to the costly replacement of the mill, the Locomotive also had to be replaced. It has been said that Clinton Nash was not a "Lumber kind of guy"; Some folks wondered why he had even been put in charge of an operation he seemed to know so little about. In some readings Nash is referred to as an "agent of the Saunders Sisters" who also knew very little of the lumber business. Nash however had been employed by Saunders since 1902 and was also a personal friend of the Saunders. Perhaps the Sisters chose him to represent their interests only because he was a trusted friend. 1922: The mill rebuilding which started in 1920 was completed. 1924: A new school was completed and furnished at a cost of $3323, which would be $350,000 in 2009 dollars. There were two teachers for the 20 or so students in attendance. This tends to support the claim that Livermore had one of the best schools in the State. NOVEMBER 1927: A massive flood causes serious damage to both the mill and a good portion of the railroad bed is completely destroyed. The mill is never reopened after the flood. The railway closes completely in 1928. JUNE 22, 1928: Big Jim Donahue dies in North Conway at age 60. He had been at Livermore since 1888 and served at one time or another Mill Manager, Postmaster, General Manager of the Town, Railroad Agent, Selectman and Town Clerk. MAY 1929: Clinton Nash, acting on behalf of the Saunders sisters, approached the Forest Service about the possibility of selling their holdings at Livermore. Low pulp prices and high operating costs made the mill operation impossible. The Town taxes were also becoming an onerous burden to the sisters. FEBRUARY 1930: Pauline Gardner was the last birth registered in the Town of Livermore. Although they were residents of Harts Location and the birth occured at Memorial Hospital in North Conway it is not clear why the birth was recorded in Livermore. 1930: Census counted 23 people living at Livermore. The mill is closed and deserted but the Town Store is still open. AUGUST 15, 1931: Livermore Post Office is closed. Clinton Nash was the Postmaster at this time. FEBRUARY 1934: John Monahan died at Livermore. He had been a resident of Livermore for 45 years. 1936: The last families remaining at Livermore were the Monohans, Codys, Donahues, and Platts. A few individuals also remained, Murray, MacDonald, Clinton Nash and Sidney White. According to a letter from Ellsworth Morton (right column, this page) Wayland Cook brought the last locomotive out of Livermore. Another source says the last locomotive was sold by the U.S. Forest Service and removed in 1947. APRIL 1936; A CCC camp was established near the Sawyer River Station. The camp ceased operation in October of 1937. OCTOBER 7, 1936: After a lengthy transaction with the US Forest Service, The Saunders sisters sold their 29,900 acres of land for $10 per acre. The sisters retained about 12 acres and the right to utilize their mansion until their deaths. JANUARY 31, 1937: The Town Report for that year contained no operating budget for the next year. The Selectmans Report (Platt, Donahue, MacDonald) simply stated that the majority of the town had been taken by the Federal Government and very little taxable property remained. The Town would be officially unorganized. 1940: The census this year shows 4 inhabitants, Clinton Nash, Joseph Platt, William MacDonald and a fouth unidentified person. 1941: The school house building is used as a storage shed for the Mt. Carrigain Fire look out tower. AUGUST 1942: Annie Saunders dies at age 84 of kidney dysfunction. SUMMER 1944; The Government auctions off the boarding house, equipment at the sawmill, and a two story dwelling. 1946: Joe Platt and Bill MacDonald are the final inhabitants of Livermore, acting as caretakers. Stories say they did not speak to one another. While one had a car, he would not take the other into town with him for groceries, made him walk. In this year Joe Platt burns down the old Blacksmith shop as it had become a public nuisance. 1947: The Forest Service sells the old Baldwin Locomotive. Some folks contend there are still remnants of an old locomotive "half-buried" way up in the woods. AUGUST 1949: Edith Saunders dies at age 84 of cancer. Bill MacDonald and Joe Platt leave Livermore. Bill MacDonald buys the house that is now "the main house" at the Villager Motel. (There was no motel there at that time). He lived there until his death in the mid 1950's. Platt may have returned to his home town at Twin Mountain. Another account says that Bill MacDonald had moved to Bartlett in 1943 and became a road worker for the Forest Service. AUGUST 31, 1951: The Town of Livermore was officially disenfranchised and ceased to exist as an incorporated town. 1951: The 12 acres of land that had been retained by the Saunders sisters was conveyed to Clinton Nash. 1952: According to Ellsworth Morton (letter right column, this page --->) he attended an auction at Livermore. At that time Jim Clemons of Bartlett Village purchased the contents of the post office, and perhaps the entire building. 1953: Clinton Nash returned to Livermore in the spring to find that the Forest Service had auctioned off all the furnishings in the mansion, despite the fact that they didn't own it yet. Another story says that Nash held the auction himself. 1953: The mill and equipment is dismantled and moved to Bartlett Village, up on the left side of Bear Notch Road, by another lumbering outfit that went bankrupt before they could operate it as a mill. I am told it is still there, although I don't recall ever seeing it. 1955: Homer Emery of Jericho purchases the School House for $79. Much of the School house is now part of his home in Jericho. Homer also purchased a large quantity of bricks, also used to build his home, from Clinton Nash for 3 cents each. Mr. Nash and Homer became friends since Homer had been one of the few people to ASK to take things from the property...most people just drove in and took what they wanted. There is some question as to whether Homer also bought the lot that the school house occupied. The matter has never been pursued. OCTOBER 1963: Clinton Nash sold his Livermore holdings to Robert and Bessie Shackford of Conway for $2800, which was substantially less than other offers he had received, but Nash wanted a "local" person to own it...not "someone from the outside". At that time the mansion was still standing along with a two car garage and a stable building. Mr Shackford built the little cabin that is there today from salvaging the other buildings. APRIL 1964: Clinton Nash dies of heart failure. 1965: The Shackfords experience continuing and horrific vandalism at the Saunders Mansion and most of what folks didn't steal were senselessly destroyed by "the hippies", After auctioning off what folks would buy he burned the building. AUGUST 1992: Robert Shackford died. Here is an interesting story we received sometime around 2014 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. A memory for Bert George: 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 MortonTimeline Rebuilding RR tracks after flood - undated The Company Store The Millview Cottage - 1909 Carragain Landing - 1910 Remains of the Engine House - undated 1909 - Floods and fires were a constant threat "Waterworks Bridge" The School House - 1910 - One of the best equipped schools in the State at the time The Company Store and The Saunders mansion - undated "Carrigain Camp - 1907" “Photo courtesy Ron Walters” "Sept 1910: Greens Cliff Camp" Long Johns drying in the tree branches. Undated: Fire damage to the mansion upper floor Street scenes compared. 1910 with activity and the mansion. The 1969 inset shows only the stone wall remaining. Livermore Menu Introduction Timeline 1865-1965 Forever Livermore Article Sawyer River Railroad Saunders Family Nicholas Norcross Shackfords Owners Howarth Card Collection Lumbering Practices Legal Problems Peter Crane Thesis Bits and Pieces Residence of "Big Jim" Donahue. He was the overall Manager of Livermore and during his tenor from 1890 tp 1924 he held nearly all job descriptions at Livermore at one time or another. He served as Town Selectman and other offices as well. In the early 1920's he and his wife acquired "The Pines" Inn as well as a grocery store in Bartlett Village area. BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 1968 - Unidentified building being razed. (Perhaps the barn) Photo courtesy of Ben and Judy English. A Note About Photo Credits: This editor has been collecting photos from various sources for the past 20 years. Many have come from EBay auction sites, magazine and newspaper articles or directly from the original owner. If the source is known, appropriate credit is given. If you find any images on this web-site that you feel "belong" to you, I will gladly provide proper credit, although I may have acquired it long before you obtained it. No disrespect or infringement is intended and please accept my apologies if appropriate. Livermore Menu Introduction Timeline 1865-1965 Forever Livermore Article Sawyer River Railroad Saunders Family Nicholas Norcross Shackfords Owners Howarth Card Collection Lumbering Practices Legal Problems Peter Crane Thesis Bits and Pieces photo credits Anchor 1

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 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 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 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 drunk driver Economic impact great fire 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. 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 OscarBrown DEATH OF OSCAR BROWN. State Of New Hampshire. In Board Of Railroad Commissioners. Concord, N. H., December 3, 1906. Investigation at Lancaster, October 2, 1906. Witnesses: Frank V. Campbell, freight conductor, Portland, Me.; William P. Hodge, brakeman, Lancaster, N. H.; George L. Knight, car inspector, Bartlett, N. H. A man about thirty years of age, giving his name as Oscar Brown, and claiming that his home was in Haverhill, Mass., was fatally injured by falling from a freight train, upon which he was stealing a ride, near Sawyer's River, a station in Hart's Location on the Maine Central Railroad, September 20, 1906. Freight train No. 176, running between Portland and Lancaster, left the former city September 19 on schedule time in charge of Conductor Frank V. Campbell. When the train reached West Baldwin, Me., a station thirty-three miles out of Portland, two sheriffs boarded the train in search of three men, wanted for breaking and entering the Bridgton post office, who, it was claimed, had been seen about the station a few minutes before the arrival of the train. A thorough examination of the train was made, but the men in some way eluded the officers at this point. When the train reached Fryeburg, Brakeman Hodge discovered three men stealing a ride, who answered the descriptions given by the officers. Upon the arrival of the train at Bartlett at 1.55 A. M., Car Inspector George L. Knight, who was also a constable, was informed of the facts, and he at once began to lay plans to arrest the men on suspicion. The train did not leave Bartlett until 2.40 A. M., and although diligent search was made while the train remained here, the suspicions characters under the cover of darkness managed to escape the vigilant constable. When the freight pulled out of Bartlett, the constable, with assistants, boarded it, and at once began a thorough search, which resulted in locating this man Brown riding on a flat car loaded with granite. The engineer had made the first application of the brake as the train approached Sawyer's River station, when Brown apparently apprehended that he was being surrounded by the officers and his assistants and attempted to escape by jumping. According to the testimony of those nearest to him, he placed one hand on the flat car upon which he was riding and with the other hand tried to seize hold of the next car, which was a box car, and missing his hold fell between the cars. Both legs and one arm were cut off. Medical aid was summoned and everything possible was done to relieve the suffering of the injured man. He was tenderly placed in a special train, which had been sent up from Bartlett, and was being taken to a hospital, but died before reaching it. His death occurred about four hours after the accident. No man can be chargeable with this fatality except the unfortunate man who was killed, and he was the victim of his own follv. GEORGE E. BALES, For the Board. 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

Glen NH Historic Hotels and Motels and Inns BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Glen Area Lodging Upper Village Area Intervale Area Glen Area Historic Lodging Map Delicate Title Share This photo dated 1952 show the central area of Glen. To get your bearings the building in the center is today's Red Parka Pub. In 1952 it was Grants General Store. woodshed The Woodshed is located about a half mile west of the junction of West Side Road and Rte 302. Originally owned by Pop Fosey, beginning about 1920, he had six tourist rooms in the main house and eleven separate cabins. In the era of Prohibition it was a well known Roadhouse serving illegal alcoholic beverages. In 1953 the property was purchased by Bill and Evalyn Gimber and they operated it as an Inn and Restaurant until 1959. A prominent feature in those days were two wooden horses that stood guard out front. The Woodshed is now the private residence of Norman and Kathleen Head, the Gimber's son. Norman is a local Realtor and the President of the Bartlett Historical Society. Source Material The Latchstring Was Always Out Aileen Carroll, 1994. Post card photos courtesy of Michael Bannon and Dave Eliason. July 1, 1943 Frank Foisey, a resident of Glen for the past ten years, died Friday at Memorial Hospital after a prolonged illness. Mr Foisey was born in Putnam, Conn 75 years ago. He came to New Hampshire in the early 1930’s for his health and for the past ten years had been the proprietor of a camp and restaurant known as the Woodshed Cafe. Services were held Monday at Putnam, after which burial was effected there in the family lot. Mr Foisey is survived by a brother, Joseph, of Los Angeles, California, by one daughter, Mrs Joseph Norbury, formerly of the Canal Zone, now residing in Glen, by a son, Fr Foisey, a missionary in Haiti, and by four grandchildren. For Victory Buy Bonds foiseyObit The Meadowbrook is just east of the Rte 302/West Side Road Junction in Glen. It was a standard 1950's style motel with a couple of cabins. It was built by a man named Schoner about 1945. During the 1970's and 80's it was owned by Dorothy "Dot" & Charlie Loeschorn. Dot was also a registered nurse at Memorial Hospital in North Conway. When they sold the property in the mid 1980's they built and operated "Whippy-Dippy", an ice cream and mini golf operation, on Rte 302 near Sky Valley Motel. (Dot died in May 2013 in Lakeland Florida). By 1990 the property was in a poor state of repair and was purchased by Bill Duggan who renamed it Will's Inn (after his son). Bill did major repairs and now Will's Inn is back on track with 23 units and a new addition directly across the street. meadowrook The Kennison's operated Saco River Cabins in Glen from about 1945 until 1969. From 1969 until 1992 Clara and Al Forbes operated the cabins. Al also operated the Sunoco Station in North Conway. These cabins were just across the street from the covered bridge. kennison pleasant valley Pleasant Valley Hall, became Pleasant Valley Farm and then The Glenwood by the Saco. Today it is known as The Bernerhoff. This Glen area Inn originally opened as Pleasant Valley Hall in 1 893. The "Hall" part of the name came about because the proprietor's last name was Hall; probably a relative of Obed Hall who operated an Inn in Bartlett Village beginning in 1790. It was operated primarily as a boarding house for teamsters and loggers. David and Marion Irving assumed ownership in 1928 and renamed the establishment to Pleasant Valley Farm. In 1937 T.H. Brooks took over and he renamed it to Glenwood by the Saco, reportedly because he so adored the big Glenwood Stove in the kitchen. Claire and Charlie Zumstein purchased the property in 1955 and renamed it to Bernerhoff, The House of Berne, which had been their hometown in Switzerland. In 1971 Claire's nephew, Herman Pfeuti, took ownership of the Inn and continued the Swiss tradition. During the 1980's Ted and Sharon Wrobleski operated the Inn using the same name. They sold it sometime in the late 1990's and the subsequent owners became over-extended and the property was sold by foreclosure auction to the Realtor, Dick Badger. His managers continue to operate the property as of this writing (Jan 2013). pine cottage The 1910 Postcard below is signed by one member of the Hall family (the original owner) to a lady in Portland Maine. tea room HallPostcard Pine Cottage was the home of Minnie Cannell who operated Cannell's Camps and Minnie Cannell's Tea Room. This group of buildings is located between Jericho Road and what is now the Massa-Schussers Ski Club. The cabins were a new idea for the travelling public and these were the second such group of cabins to be constructed in New Hampshire. (The first were in Franconia Notch near the Old Man of the Mountains.) In 1937 the Cannell's moved to their present location in Intervale across from the Scenic Vista. Read more from the Source Material "The Latch String Was Always Out by Aileen Carroll 1994 cannell camps Storybook Inn Stilphens farm The Glen Inn. This was originally Stilphen's Farm ; currently it is the Storybook Inn. The original Stilphen's Farm consisted of about 150 acres and the original structure was built in the mid 1820's. A guide-book from the 1880's lists Cornelius Stilphen's boardinghouse with 20 rooms with rates from six to nine dollars a week. Probably over the years the Stilphens had regularly taken in summer boarders as did many other farm families in that period. Stilphen's Farm was sold in 1903 to the Libbys of Gorham whose timberland abutted the Conway Lumber Company's Rocky Branch Holdings. The Libbys' logs were brought out of the woods by Conway Lumber Teams and loaded at the Maine Central Siding in Glen. The former Stilphen farmstead served as a boardinghouse for the teamsters. Fires occurring in 1912-1914 brought a halt to lumbering and the old Stilphen house was deserted until 1947 except for a caretaker, Percy Wells who did a little farming and attempted to keep the old house in a decent state of repair. In 1947 the property was purchased by Raymond and Stella Clark. They did extensive renovations and re opened it as the Storybook Inn. In 1956 they added two additional wings and shortly after that added motel type units for a total of 78 rooms. The Clark's daughter Charless and her Husband Jan Filip now manage the place. Filip update January 2020: Jan Filip sent us this up-date: Thank you for posting the article, it's quite interesting. You would think I should know these things but when we are young we don't always appreciate history like we should. My father still resides at the property. The property is open from roughly June to October and my eldest sister returns to help for the summer. At 93 my father refuses to retire so we let him run things his way. Yes the property is not in the shape it once was and the future is uncertain. The Storybook Inn was the founding business that led to the Glen Dairy Queen, the North Conway Dairy Queen, handled by my sister and her husband, Lucy and Brian Eling. The Storybook also led to the Golden Gables Inn and the Golden Apple Inn handled by me. When you walk through the basement of the Storybook Inn you can see all the rough sawn timber some of which still has bark, used for framing as well as huge slabs of granite used to make the foundation. The first expansion of rooms started in the mid 60's with 20 units being added around the outdoor pool that you see from the road. This is the building that lost 4 rooms last winter due to snow load so rebuilding the section might not be prudent. Starting in 1978 two new sections for a total of 20 rooms were added to the back of the property. Further expansion continued in 1981 when the original barn which had been connected to the back of the boarding house was removed to make room for a new kitchen and additional dinning room seats. As a 5 year old I remember being scared to walk in the back corner of the barn as it had the remnants of the outhouse. Two toilet seats leading to a black hole, always afraid you would get sucked in... The last two expansions happened in 1986 with 24 rooms being constructed in back on "Hillside" and in 1990 the indoor pool was added. The old pictures are great for a walk down memory lane. The Glen covered bridge before it was a gift shop, Glen area - Rte 16 going north goodrich cabins ellis river cabins Goodrich Falls pictures and the Hydro Electric Plant can be found at this page Charlie's Cabins was owned by Charles Edward Way (1891 to 1960) and was located on Rte 16 just north of Storyland. He had 23 cabins, a restaurant and gasoline pumps on the premises. It was in operation from the early 1930's until his death in 1960. In 1961 Robert Morrell, of Storyland, purchased the property from the Way Family and envisioned a motel built in the style of chalets he had seen in Bavaria when he was in the military. A friend of his of the 10th Mountain Division drew the sketches which Morrell later showed to Ernest Mallett . The end result was the Linderhof Motor Inn which was built by Ernest Mallett in 1966. (Source: "The Latchstring Was Always Out" - Aileen Carroll - 1994) charlies Linderhoff Anchor 1 Linderhoff Motor Inn 1970's From 1970 to 1975 the Inn was operated by Jim and Kathy Sheehan and Anna Mae Cimbak. Jim moved along to Amoskeag Distributors Company (Miller Beer) by the end of the 1970's. Kathy died in 2007 and Jim passed away December 2022 The property was later purchased by Storyland (next door) and used as employee housing.

The Bartlett High School Class of 1940 Holds 20th Reunion at Bartlett, Where it all Began Raymond Hebb was instrumental in planning, organizing and preparing this 20th year event. He also wrote his "Memories of Growing-Up in Bartlett, 1922 to 1940" . Click the link to read it. Hulsman Lorne Beaconsfield Hulsman Birth 13 Apr 1881 Bear River, Annapolis County, Nova Scotia, Canada Death 1957 (aged 75–76) Braintree, Norfolk County, Massachusetts, USA Burial Elm Street Cemetery Braintree, Norfolk County, Massachusetts, Here we are graduating from Grammar School in 1936 1936 Grads Click on some pictures for a larger "pop-up". Freshman 1936 Bond Mallett Madeline Whitcher Harry Mallett and Ona Bond Where are we now? Twenty years later, 1960 Left to Right: Wanda Pennett - Ronald Pariseau, Pariseau Left to Right: Paul W. Knight - Harry E. Mallett Mallett Knight Left to Right: Laurence A. Murphy - Olive Sterling Nealley MurphyNealley Left to Right: Raymond M. Hebb - Albert L. Johnson Hebb Johnson Left to Right: Douglas R. Chandler - Richard A. Garland, Chandler doug Left to Right: Alma Chadbourne Rickards - James F. Chadbourne chadbournes Poppy whitcher Madeline "Poppy" Whitcher Balogh Garland OBIT Johnson Al Left to Right: Albert Johnson, Olive, Harold and JoEllen Nealley, Nealley Olive Harold JoEllen Pennett History Class History by Raymond Hebb (Editor guesses these were his notes for his oral presentation at the graduation ceremonies) Raymond Hebb was instrumental in planning, organizing and preparing this 20th year event. He also wrote his "Memories of Growing-Up in Bartlett, 1922 to 1940" . Click the link to read it.

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Mr Raymond Hebb Attended the Bartlett High School's 40th Year Reunion for the Class of 1940 for which he prepared the following memories of family, friends and events surrounding growing up in Bartlett Village in the 1920's and 30's... RayHebbStory HebbStationAgent Poem Lane Obit Anchor 2

, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Obituary The 1932 High School Ends its Life at 56 Years A Preview First In 1931 the Bartlett Special School (at left), which was built in 1890, caught fire and was totally destroyed. Life-span of forty years. Mr. Sal Manna was a high school teacher in the 1950's and he encouraged and helped operate a skating rink in the front yard. The 1890 building was replaced in 1932 with the building shown at left. It served as the high school, grades 9 - 12, until 1958. Beginning in 1959 Bartlett high-school aged Students attended Kennett High School in Conway. From 1959 onward it served as the Junior High School, grades 7 and 8, for Bartlett and Jackson. It had a large cafeteria in the basement level along with a wood shop that taught basic carpentry skills. There was a full size gymnasium on the upper floor. It's demolition in 1988 gave it a life-span of fifty-six years. This 1960ish photo shows the 1932 building and an addition for the primary grades 1-6. Grades 1 & 2 were combined as were Grades 3 &4. Grade 5 and 6 mostly had their own rooms. In some years there were too many students and grades 7 and 8 were moved to the gymnasium for a year. A series of large blankets stretched across the room to divide the two grades. The aerial photo below is dated 1952. It shows the Railroad Station at the lower right, and the school middle left. The St. Joseph Catholic Church (today's Bartlett Historical Museum) is to the left of the school building. The smaller building on the left side of the school property was used from time to time as both a Grammar School and for the High School for a short time. It was eliminated in the late 1950's to make way for the new elementary grades wing. The building next to the Church was where Dave Dudley and family lived until it burned in the 1960;s. Dave was the friendly guy in the train caboose. He always waved to the kids. The house at the top center was originally the 1896 Chapel of the Hills. It was first on the opposite side of Route 302, in front of the school, and after its life as a church, it was moved across the street and made into a residence. Wilfred Mead lived in the house at top left. On to the Main Event: Carnage and Destruction Perhaps this ending for the title of a main article is anticlimactic but I wasn't paying much attention on the day of this demolition, although I did manage to snap a few pictures and obviously I had enough interest to drive "over the river" to find out where the remains were going. That's about all I have to say about this part. ALL THAT REMAINS IS A PILE OF RUBBLE THAT GOT BURIED "OVER THE RIVER" IN A FORMER HAY-FIELD EAST OF THE GARLAND FARMHOUSE. TO END ON A HIGH NOTE, HERE IS HOW IT ALL ENDED UP IN 2025

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