, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , SECTION - W - X - Y - Z - Merton Ward Merton L. Ward, 94, died on Oct, 12, 2009 at the Memorial Hospital in North Conway. His son, Ronald, his faithful caregiver for the past several years, was at his side. A lifelong resident of Bartlett, Merton was born on Nov. 4, 1915, the son of the late, Fred J. Ward, and Addie (Richards) Ward. He was pre-deceased by his wife of 59 year, Mary Libby Ward, in 1997. Merton was the last born of five siblings, predeceased by two sisters, Alice W. Burke and Marion W. Dinsmore, and two brothers, Irving J. Ward, and Everett W. Ward. He is survived by his son, Ronald Ward, of Bartlett, and several nieces and nephews. During World War II, Merton served in the U.S. Navy Seabees in the Pacific Theater with tours at Pearl Harbor, Guam and Tinian. After his military service, Merton was employed by the New Hampshire State Highway Department maintaining the state highways and plowing through many harsh winter seasons. Merton was an honest, quiet man and was blessed with many years of peaceful living. He liked to repair items in his work shop and enjoyed crafting his own wooden creation, which he shared with friends and family. At Merton's request there will be no visiting hours or funeral. A private graveside service will be held at a later date. Memorial gifts in his memory may be made to the Visiting Nurses and Hospice Care, Box 432, North Conway, NH, 03860. Ronald M. Ward : Peacefully, with dignity and courage, Ronald M. Ward passed away on December 24, 2010 at the Wolfeboro Bay Care and Rehabilitation Center. On Dec. 1, 2010, Ron was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. He was 63 years of age. Ron was born Oct. 2, 1947 at Memorial Hospital in North Conway. He was predeceased by his mother, Mary (Libby) Ward in 1997, and his father, Merton L. Ward, in 2009. Ron was dedicated to his parents and personally cared for them at home in their fi nal days. Except for three years of military service in Vietnam, Ron was a lifelong resident of Mount Washington Valley. He was an accomplished photographer and a favorite pastime was cruising the back roads in his Corvette and photographing the splendors of the valley. For many years Ron worked as a chef at the former Scottish Lion Restaurant in North Conway. Ron was noted for his quiet generosity to community organizations and their efforts, and for his thoughtfulness and kindness to his family and valued lifelong friends. Many hearts are saddened by Ron’s passing. At his request there will be no viewing or memorial service at this time. His desire was for a memorial committal service in the spring for him and his mother and father at the family gravesite in Bartlett. Ron was a dedicated supporter of Visiting Nurses and Hospice Care in North Conway and requested any memorials in his name be made to that organization. The Furber and White Funeral Home in North Conway is assisting with arrangements. Helen Tasi Ware — Helen Tasi Ware, 69, died Saturday, Dec. 18, 2010 at her home in Bartlett after living with multiple myeloma for six years. She was born Jan. 25, 1941 in Lynn Mass. to the late Niqe and Tasi Kureta. She graduated from Lynn Classical High School in 1958. She was a secretary in Lynn until 1969 and would later recall her fondness for this work, most notably at Lynn 5 Five Cent Savings Bank and the General Electric Company. After a year with the U.S. Foreign Service in Tokyo, Helen married Kenneth R. Ware in Lynn on Oct. 25, 1970. They traveled throughout the United States, living in several states along the way; Helen particularly liked time spent in Gig Harbor, Wash., Steamboat Springs, Colo, and New York City. They settled in New Hampshire in the early 1970s. For the next few decades, Helen enjoyed living in Bartlett, where she devoted time to school and community projects. In recent years, Helen loved to volunteer as a dining room server at the Gibson Center in North Conway. Survivors include daughters Niqe Ware, of Northampton, Mass., and Lindsay Ware, of Keene; brother, Manny Kureta and his wife, Barbara, of Peabody, Mass.; sister, Ruth Dylingowski and her husband, Richard, of Newburyport, Mass.; sister, Lilyan Savory and her husband, Doug, of Lynn, Mass,; and cousin Virginia Rapo and her brother, Vasil Rapo, of Southbridge, Mass. Arrangements were handled by the New Hampshire Cremation Society in Manchester. Memorial gifts in Helen’s name may be sent to Jen’s Friends Cancer Foundation, PO Box 1842, North Conway, NH, 03860. A memorial service will be held in spring. Marion Lucy Warren, 90, died on Jan. 19, 2015, at Mineral Springs Healthcare facility in North Conway after a brief illness. Her husband, Edmund M. Warren, predeceased her in 1975. She leaves two daughters, Lucy Howland and Helen Goss both of Conway; her granddaughter, Elizabeth Howland, of Seattle, Wash., along with extended family members. Marion was one of six children born to Irene and Arthur Lucy raised on the West Side in North Conway. She had five brothers. Marion was predeceased by her brothers, Fred Lucy, Kenneth Lucy, and Robert Lucy. She is survived by her brothers Chester Lucy and Herbert (Bun) Lucy who still reside on the West Side. She graduated from Plymouth State Teacher's College in 1946. Her closest friends were her college buddies that she shared life's most precious moments with over the years. Marion taught first grade and kindergarten in the valley before kindergarten went into the public schools. She touched many young lives and has students across the country that remain in touch. She was a member of the Order of Eastern Star, Daughters of the American Revolution, and 80 years an active member of the First Church of Christ, Congregational United Church of Christ in North Conway. She supported many local non-profits, especially if they benefited children. She was proud to be a native of the valley and took great pleasure in sharing her family history with all she met. In her memory, the family suggests donations be made to Vaughan Community Service, Inc., P.O. Box 401, North Conway, NH, 03860 to benefit the North Conway Daycare. At Marion's request there will be a private committal service later in the spring. The Furber and White Funeral Home in North Conway is in charge of arrangements. RICHARD A. WARE - BARTLETT — The valley lost a lion on Oct. 29, when Kearsarge resident Richard A. Ware passed away at his Hurricane Mountain Road home. He would have turned 96 this Saturday. Moderator of the Kearsarge Lighting Precinct, former chair of Vaughan Community Service Inc., and a former trustee and past treasurer at the First Church of Christ Congregational of North Conway, Ware brought decades of experience in government and private sector work to his various positions. Longtime caretaker and friend Drew Phillips of Kearsarge said he was with Ware when he died of natural causes last Thursday morning. Phillips was Ware's personal assistant for six years but had known him well for over 40 years. "Richard spent summers here as a kid, and grew up with my wife, Patty's, father, Glen Gray. He and Glen used to play golf at the old Russell Cottages golf course in Kearsarge," said Phillips, who said Ware was at one time a passionate golfer, avid hiker and Appalachian Mountain Club member who long ago completed the 48 New Hampshire 4,000-footers. "Richard was such a wonderful man. He was always ready to give a free hand to those who needed it." Ware, who served under President Richard Nixon as acting assistant secretary of defense and who was later appointed by President Ronald Reagan to the Board of Foreign Scholarships, was married twice and had four children, three of whom survive him. Fellow Kearsarge residents State Rep. Karen Umberger (R-Conway) and husband Jim Umberger, chair of the North Conway Water Precinct, were frequent dinner companions of Ware's. "He will be greatly missed," Jim Umberger said. "The insight he had into things, his knowledge of history, of politics — his intellect was unsurpassed. He had so much life experience, so much of a varied background, you would be mesmerized just talking with him." Karen Umberger, like her husband, a retired Air Force officer, recalled that "at dinner, we would talk about everything, from politics to economics, all policy-based. "We would talk about World War II, about Vietnam; about what was in (David) Shribman's political column in the Daily Sun that day — about so many things." Carl Lindblade, moderator of the First Church of Christ Congregational of North Conway, said: "I think it would be accurate to say Richard was a true Renaissance man. The breadth of his public and private career was amazing. I think it was what made him so incredibly special: from finance, to Scripture, to politics — his knowledge was wide … He was sharp until the end, and to be as sharp for as long as our days are given to us, is a gift." His thoughts were shared by Dan Jones, a local Realtor who serves as church's finance secretary, as well as director of the church's outreach program, Vaughan Community Service, posts that Ware formerly held. "He was kind of the sage of the church," Jones said. "He was like E.F. Hutton: When Richard spoke, everyone listened." Jones said Ware "was extremely well-respected." Karen Umberger and Vaughan Community Service Administrator Denise Leighton both made the point that despite his many accomplishments and ties to the academic and political world, Ware enjoyed talking with people of all ages and backgrounds. "He taught me so much about finance and other matters," Leighton said. "As intelligent and knowledgeable as he was, he never talked above you — he talked with you. I loved that man. He lived a good long life, but it still hurts a bit, knowing that now he is not here." Paul Whetton, one of the Kearsarge Lighting Precinct's three commissioners and a former Conway selectman, said Ware enriched his life. "He was just a good neighbor, and very approachable, with such an intellect," said Whetton, who said when he battled prostate cancer in the 1990s, Ware wrote him a heartfelt note, saying that he, too, had battled the disease. "He told me that 99 percent of the battle in that kind of situation was attitude, and he was right: I focused on his suggestion as I went through it." On the eve of this past Memorial Day, the quiet-spoken Ware was profiled in a cover story in The Conway Daily Sun, reflecting on a career that spanned from World War II to the Defense Department during the Nixon Administration. A few months before that cover story, The Sun also reported on the tiny Kearsarge Lighting Precinct’s annual meeting last March. That session was attended by 17 of the precinct's 31 registered voters. Karen Umberger — who is the precinct's checklist supervisor — praised Ware for his decision to run for another yearlong term as moderator. "I was happy to see you sign up again for another term, Richard," said Umberger."I'm 95 — I'm an optimist," quipped Ware to the small gathering crammed into the confines of the former Kearsarge Post Office. His remark drew a friendly laugh from those present. He then got serious, thanking the cadre of voters for attending the annual meeting, noting that small districts such as Kearsarge's are "the core of our nation's democracy." And in an interview at his Kearsarge home in May, he reiterated that belief. "It's very unique the way people in this valley and in New Hampshire get involved," said Ware, regarding not only the active participation of precinct voters but also of New Hampshire voters in holding the first-in-the-nation presidential primary every four years. "It's not that way everywhere, even in my former home state of Michigan, which has rural areas like here in the northern part of the state. It's great to see." Asked how best to honor Ware's legacy, Karen Umberger said people in the valley would be well-served to emulate his record of community service. "Richard was always a person who was behind the scenes, making things happen but not looking for any credit — not being out front, but making sure that things got done. If all of us were to remember that example, we would be a better community," she said. Funeral services will be held Friday at 11 a.m. in the First Church of Christ Congregational in North Conway with the Rev. Gilman Healy, pastor, officiating. Burial will be in the Kearsarge Cemetery in Kearsarge. Richard A Ware Papers 1930 to 2005 - Bentley Historical Library, Ann Arbor, Michigan The Philadelphia Society - In Memorium Intercollege Studies Institure - Archives Conway Daily Sun - Richard Ware Reflects on a Full Life - August 4, 2017 Dorothy E. Webster, 105, died April 22, 2014 at Mineral Springs in North Conway. Born in Bartlett, the daughter of Selden and Mary (Fernald) Rogers, she grew up in Bartlett and lived in Rochester for twenty years before moving back to Bartlett. Mrs. Webster worked at the former Hansel & Gretel Restaurant in Bartlett, Conway Cafe in Conway and Colby's Restaurant in Rochester for several years The family includes: three daughters, Joyce A. Eaves of Milton, Donna Garvin of Waltham, MA and Judy Cummings of Peterborough; ten grandchildren; eighteen great-grandchildren; four great-great grandchildren and several nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by her husband, Howard L. Webster and two daughters, Betty Jackson and Rita Jackson and a son, Paul Webster. Funeral services will be held Saturday April 26, 2014 at 11 a.m. at the Furber and White Funeral Home in North Conway with Pastor Robert Novak, officiating. There will be no visiting hours. Burial will be in the Bartlett Village Cemetery later. Washburn, Fred---___?___ to 1971 Carroll E. Young, 85, passed away peacefully in his sleep at Grafton County Nursing Home on Monday, July 24, 2023. H e was born in North Haverhill, N.H., on Dec. 25, 1937, to Gerald and Katheryn (Gray) Young and was raised in Glen, N.H., with Ivan and Myrtle Taylor. He graduated from Bartlett High School with the class of 1955. Carroll worked various jobs in the Glen area after graduation and in the 1970s he owned and operated Valley Construction. In the late 1980s, he moved to North Haverhill, N.H., and worked for several years at Morrill Construction. In his free time, he enjoyed auto racing, and drove the No. 3 car at Oxford Plains Speedway for several years in the 1960s and 1970s. He also enjoyed spending time hunting, fishing and enjoying everything the outdoors had to offer. He is predeceased by a wife, Florence (Pimental) Young; and the mother of his children, Nancy (Nason) Karz; his birth parents, Gerald and Katheryn (Gray) Young; and his adoptive parents, Ivan and Myrtle Taylor; a daughter, Valerie Rawson; a stepson, Michael Burleson; five brothers, Benny Young, Barry Young, Brian Young, Gary Young and Freddie Taylor; four sisters, Anne Douglas, Pat Naylor, Margaret Taylor and Carolyn Taylor. Carroll is survived by his wife Verna (Davis)Young of Woodsville, N.H.; a son Michael Young and wife, Rebekah, of North Haverhill; a daughter Miranda Mahaney and husband, John, of Glen; a stepson Joe Shackford and wife, Helen, of Glen; four step daughters, Laurianne Rowden and husband, Robert, of Wells River, Vt.; Sandy Parker and husband, Wade, of Ryegate, Vt.; Bonnie Boyce of Wells River; and Dawn Burleson of Woodsville; a brother Paul Taylor of Intervale, N.H.; two sisters, Bernice “Bonnie” Hanson and husband, Hiram “Butch,” of Haverhill; and Margaret “Peggy” Donlon and husband, David, of Benton, N.H.; 21 grandchildren; 16 great-grandchildren; and several loving nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. There will be a service on Friday, Aug. 4, at 4 p.m. at Ricker Funeral Home, 1 Birch Street, Woodsville, NH 03785, and a burial at Glen Cemetery on Monday, Aug. 7, at 11 a.m. To offer the family an online condolence, please go to rickerfh.com. Ricker Funeral Home & Cremation Care of Woodsville is assisting with arrangements.=== ++++================================================= Rita Helen Whittum Heaven gained a beautiful angel and a big piece of our hearts, when Rita H. Whittum, 78, formerly of Center Conway, N.H., passed away peacefully in her sleep at her Mountain View Community home in Ossipee, N.H. Rita was the fourth of five children born to Arthur and Marie (Desgroseilliers) Bellerose, on April 9, 1945, in Berlin, N.H., Rita moved to Bartlett, N.H., when she was 6 years old and attended Kennett High School in Conway, which was a place in which many, many lifelong friends were made. She married her husband, Wendell, on Oct. 6, 1962, and together, raised their three children in Bartlett. For 53 years they rode life’s journey side-by-side, until his death on Dec. 11, 2015. Rita always enjoyed being outdoors, whether she was hiking up Cave Mountain in Bartlett, walking along river trails or basking in the sun — no matter what the temperature was! Skiing became a new hobby of hers the day her father came home with a pair of downhill skis he had found. Since they didn’t have the money to ski at a mountain, she found the next best thing right in her own backyard! They had a massive granite boulder, the size of a small bunny hill, and she would climb up with her skis and zoom down, over and over again. Finally, after 40 years, she got her first ski lesson and enjoyed skiing until she was 68. Then there was skating! Every day after school, she would skate. She loved practicing twirls, small jumps, backward foot glides, and crossovers … Oh, how she loved skating! She used to say that maybe in her next life, she would master the triple axel! Drawing was something she enjoyed even before kindergarten. Painting soon followed. Seeing so many beautiful paintings and always admiring the techniques that were used, made her want to paint like the artists she thought so highly of. She saved 5 1/2 books of Green Stamps, and got a case with oil paints, brushes, two 8 by 10 canvases and a paint pallet. Her very first painting on thick white paper was a beautiful night scene of the New York City skyline. She recalled how easily the paint floated onto the paper, and how calming it made her feel as she was painting, often saying that was when her love for painting began. Painting gave her so much joy throughout her life, and she shared paintings with countless friends, family — and a stranger or two along the way! She felt so proud when she displayed her work at TD Bank and had a monthlong display at Conway Public Library. Even in her final days, when her hands were not as steady as they once were, Rita continued to pursue her passion, showing the incredible determination and love for art that defined her life. Rita had many fond memories of attending painting retreats with her other artist friends, especially at Monhegan Island, which held a very special place in her heart. She described how they would stay for a week, choosing cabins with no electricity, collecting wood for the fireplace, visiting by the warm light of the kerosene lamps, and hiking on the cliffs, hoping not to fall! They would take plein air art lessons overlooking the ocean and surrounding islands, and eat the delicious, warm, homemade doughnuts waiting for them at breakfast! Rita loved to involve herself in many areas of work that included being around people. She enjoyed people from all walks of life, and the people in her life were always a priority for her. Some of the jobs that held treasured memories for her included volunteering at a preschool, being a 4-H leader, being a Cub Scout leader, starting the bakery at Grant’s Supermarket, working at Mallett’s Store, working at the Littleton Stamp and Coin Co., and traveling to Winston- Salem, N.C., to open a retail store. However, her most precious and cherished memories were those spent with her loving family. Rita is survived by her daughter, Pamela Dethlefs, and her husband David (of Center Conway), her son, Bill Whittum and his wife, Lauren (Conway, N.H.), her son, Jamie Whittum and his wife, Kate (Freedom, N.H.), her grandson, Corey Whittum (Bartlett), her granddaughter, Sarah Whittum (Conway), her great-granddaughter, Avery Whittum, and her great-grandson, Gavin Whittum, and their mom, Rachel Waterhouse (Littleton, N.H.). She also leaves behind her sister, Mary Jane Daugherty (Massachusetts), and brother Steven Bellerose (Virginia), and many wonderful nieces and nephews, and numerous friends whom she considered family. She loved all of them dearly … and they all loved her just as much! Rita was predeceased by her parents, her husband, Wendell, brother, Roland Bellerose (Alabama) and nephew Remo Bellerose (Alabama), and most recently, her beloved sister, Mary Ann Leavitt (Ossipee, N.H.), whom she enjoyed playing Scrabble with for countless hours. Rita’s family is deeply grateful and thankful to the Mountain View Community Nursing Home in Ossipee, and the Merriman House in North Conway, N.H. There, she was surrounded by wonderful, kind, professional people, who cared for her in ways she could not care for herself, and did so with compassion for her well-being. Finally, we extend our heartfelt gratitude to Charlie and Colton at Furber & White Funeral Home, for assisting us with grace and professionalism. A celebration of Rita’s life will be on Sunday, Nov. 12, at Tin Mountain Conservation Center, 1245 Bald Hill Road, Conway, N.H., from 11 a.m.-3 p.m. We invite friends and family to bring with them a cherished memory or meaningful story to share. We encourage those who were fortunate enough to receive one of Rita’s paintings to bring it, so we can all enjoy the enduring legacy of her creativity and generosity.= Kenneth C. Wyman of Bartlett passed away on Friday, Dec. 27, 2024, at his daughter’s home in Kennebunk. Born Feb. 1,1939, in Lynn, Mass., the son of Kenneth and Doris (Brittain) Wyman. Kenneth graduated from Northeastern University with a bachelor’s degree in business and went on to be the Vice President for American Mutual Insurance Company. Later in life, in the late 1980's , he owned and operated a bed-and breakfast with his wife for 10 years, The Forest Inn, in Intervale, N.H. Ken belonged to the Appalachian Mountain Club’s 4,000-Footer Club. He enjoyed traveling, hiking and skiing. Kenneth is predeceased by his parents; his wife Patricia “Rae” (Mellen) Wyman; and a sister, Florence Goodwin. Kenneth is survived by his children, Melanie Meier of Kennebunk, Maine, and Kenneth D. Wyman of Goffstown, N.H; a significant other, Kitty King of North Conway, N.H; three grandchildren, Michael Kalil of Salem, N.H., Alex Meier of Nashua, N.H., and Grant Wyman of N.H.; and two great grandchildren. Ward, Everett: Ann Louise Young , 72, passed away peacefully in her sleep on Wednesday, July 9, 2025. She was born in North Conway, N.H., to parents Thomas and Dorothy Russell. Ann graduated from Kennett High School in 1970 and shortly after, married the love of her life, Ron Young; they were married for 54 wonderful years! She devoted her life to God, put everyone before herself, loved exploring with her grandchildren and spending time outdoors planting and watering her flowers, and watching the birds and squirrels with her husband. She was well-known for her love of butterflies, delicious meals, and she could bring anything to life with her extraordinary green thumb. Ann was playful by nature and always arrived (late) with food, games and toys to bring fun and excitement to her family and friends. Preceded in death by her parents; brother, Tuck Russell ; and sister, Ruth Ainsworth ; she is survived by her husband, Ron Young; son, Jason Young (Katie); daughter, Josie Dillion (Matthew); grandchildren, Laura Warren, Andrew Warren, Hayleigh Young, Jake Young, Addison Young and Megan Dillion; sister, Susan Roberts (Jeff); as well as numerous nieces, nephews and their families. All services are private. Arrangements by R. Hayden Smith Funeral Home, Hampton, Va. For more information, go to www.rhaydensmith.com . 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, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Willie House Area of Crawford Notch slidepic Nothing brings as much attention as a good disaster story. Crawford Notch became a Tourist attraction in 1826 when the Willie family was killed in a massive landslide. After this event, more so than any other event, cemented the name Willie House into a National human interest story. Read the whole story of the Willey landslide at this page. The Willey House area on Rte 302 Began with the Samuel Willey family who moved into this wilderness in 1821. The Willie Slide, in 1826, put the area on the map as not only their lodging accommodations but also a major tourist attraction of the time. The Willey House Inn is shown at left. The Inn burned in 1898. FIRST HOUSE IN THE NOTCH. The Willey House is the oldest building erected in the Notch. This was built in the year 1793, by a Mr. Davis, to accommodate the unfortunate storm-bound traveller, who, from curiosity, or on business, might dare the dangers of this wild pass. The absence of an Inn did not end the tourist appeal and after the Inn burned, during the early 1900's the area sprouted a camping area on the same spot. By the 1920's a man named Donahue from Bartlett obtained a lease on the site and began building Willie Camps, which featured a snack bar and cabins. The snack bar and a gift shop occupy the site to this day (2011) WHsePic1860s camps When the railroad came through the Notch in 1857 it brought with it a small contingency of new residents. A railroad Station House for the section crew was erected at the west end of the Willey Brook Trestle. It became better known for the family who lived there, Hattie and Loring Evans. They arrived in the summer of 1903 and set up housekeeping in the lonely wilderness. Loring and Hattie raised their four children here. Tragically, Loring was killed in 1916 when a train went the opposite of the way he anticipated. Hattie Stayed on until 1942 and raised the four children alone. The house was razed by the railroad in 1972. To read the entire story of the House and the Evans Family pick up the book "Life By The Tracks" by Virginia C. Downs published in 1984 EDITORS NOTE: One railroad expert, Bob Girouard, informs us that Loring Evans died on Thanksgiving day 1913. END OF THE LINE FOR MT WILLARD HOUSE: Later, a small pond was created by building a dam across the Saco River which originates about a mile further west. A pedestrian bridge led to a wildlife exhibit with deer, bear, possums, owls and other birds, raccoons, skunks and other critters native to the area. It closed in the 1970's. Incidents were few, but there is this story from 1952 about an 18 year old employee, Robert Huckins, was killed by a bear after a feeding. wildlife huckins WillardHsePIC Devils eNDoFlINE "The Devils Den" up the side of Mt. Willard, seen from the notch opposite the Silver Cascade, though as yet but imperfectly explored, deserves a passing notice. From below it appears like a dark hole in the steep cliff; and, though various attempts have been made to explore its shadowy secrets, from the day it was first discovered by old Abel Crawford till 1850, it remained among the unvisited wonders. To F. Leavitt, Esq., belongs the credit of succeeding, by means of a rope let down from the overhanging rock above, in the accomplishment of the daring enterprise of first visiting that spot. Fancy a man suspended over a dark gulf more than a thousand feet deep, by a rope let down from a ragged crag to a dark hole in the mountain, around the entrance of which were scattered the skulls and bones of animals, and you have a glimmering of the picture. Our hero lost all desire to enter that dismal cavern, and, kicking the rope, was again drawn up ; and since that time, by his description, no explorer has been found with sufficient nerve and curiosity to make a second attempt. As there has never been discovered any possible means by which that den can be approached by foothold up the rock, and as the old Evil One has such daily business with mortal affairs, rather than believe that to be his abode, it appears more just to conclude that alone there the mountain eagle finds a solitary home. Source: Historical relics of the White Mountains: Also, a concise White Mountain guide By John H. Spaulding 1862 Here is another account of The Devils Den taken from The White Mountains: a handbook for travelers: a guide to the peaks, passes ...edited by Moses Foster Sweetser; 1886: The Devil's Den is a black-mouthed cavern on the S. side of the cliffs of Mt. Willard, and is plainly seen from the road. It is reported that Crawford visited it, many years ago, and found the bottom strewn with bones and other ghastly relics ; and marvelous stories of the supernatural were afterwards told about it. In 1856, however, the Den was explored by Dr. Ball, who was lowered down the cliff by .ropes. He found it to be 20 ft. wide and deep, and 15 ft. high, very cold and damp, but containing nothing remarkable or interesting During the State Survey of 1870, explorers were lowered to the Den by a rope 125 ft. long, but their discoveries did not repay the peril of the descent. EvansFam1968 fire Bits n Pieces idlewild In the 1880's the area around Elephant Head and Saco Pond at the Crawford Notch Gateway was known as Idlewild . It featured broad walking paths and benches at beneficial locations to enjoy the views.

Historic Lodging Intervale Area- Page 4 The material for this page was taken from "The Latchstring Was Always Out" by Aileen M. Carroll - Published by Peter E. Randall for The Bartlett Public Library 1994 Intervale Page 1 Intervale Page 2 Intervale Page 3 Intervale Page 4 Intervale Page 5 BITS & PIECES ConcordCoach How did folks get around back then if not on horseback or a train? The Concord Coach of Course. The one pictured here was owned by the Pittman brothers of the East Branch House. One of the most significant horse-drawn vehicles developed in America is the famous Concord coach, first built in the late 1820s in Concord, New Hampshire. The sturdy suspension system was well suited to travel on rugged terrain. Its strength, durability and comfort established the company's reputation and the vehicles were shipped to all parts of the U.S. and abroad with an average price of $1000. The Henry Ford Museum has the Concord Coach that was ordered new from the Concord Coach Company here in New Hampshire in 1891 by the Pitman brothers who owned the East Branch House. Also, check out the history of Concord Coach #80 , which is on display at The Concord Group Insurance Agency at 4 Bouton St. in Concord. Just over the bridge spanning the East Branch was the East Branch House. It was established about 1870 and was substantially larger than the other Intervale Hotels with a capacity of 125. Its rates were comparable to its rivals at $7. to $10.50 per week. Its guests could actually hear the sound of the stream from their bedroom windows. Its owners were two brothers, William and Winthrop M. Pitman, great grandsons of Joseph and Alice (Pendexter) Pitman. Having grown-up in Intervale they were no strangers to the Hotel business as many of their ancestors and relatives were also Innkeepers in the Intervale area. The Pitman name was evident in Bartlett's history from the very beginning. The Hotel they built and operated was a great success with a loyal following. In 1898 the hotel burned in what was described as an awesome spectacle to those viewing it. There is more information on the Intervale Hotels and the various generations of Pitman's in the book cited at the top of this page, "The Latchstring Was Always Out". READ ALL ABOUT THE PITMAN FAMILY AND THEIR RESORTS AT THIS LINK: East branch The Holiday Inn holidayInn Who owns the Holiday Inn Tradename? The Courts started getting involved in the 1950's and a decision was reached. Find out what happened HERE 2023 UPDATE: These Links Were Provided More Than 10 Years Ago. This pdf booklet tells a remarkable history of the Holiday Inn from the very beginning in 1918 all the way to 2010 or there-abouts. www.wxtoad.com/images/nh/Holiday_Inn_Booklet.pdf Ted also offers us his story about "Growing-Up in a Country Inn" 2023 Update: This link seems to work and well worth a look ! https://wxtoad.com/index.php/our-travels/new-england/growing-up-in-a-country-inn This building was first known as Carletons' Inn, The Forest. In 1918 it was purchased by John and Gertrude Fernald and became Fernald's Cottage. By 1930 it had new owners who renamed it Rest-a-Bit and, unusual for the time, operated the Inn year round. It had one more owner before 1946 when the Burgess's purchased the property and renamed it the Holiday Inn. By the 1960's the Houghtons' owned the property and there was a legal battle with the bigger chain brand name, Holiday Inn, but it continued with its name until 1984 when the Clough's purchased it and renamed it back to its historic beginnings, The Forest. 2014 addition: Ted Houghton sent us a copy of his sister Pat Houghton Marr's history of the building along with pictures and memorabilia. You can view it here: HOLIDAY INN. _________________________________________ OK, The Clarendon is really located in North Conway but seems close enough to be related to the Intervale family of Inns and Hotels. Inside the Clarendon, Intervale, NH Lodging Intervale -- pg 3 Clarendon Inn Destroyed by Fire in 1963. The Bellview occupied this spot before the Clarendon, it also burned. The story from "the SIGNAL" newspaper is shown below. embership & Current Info Contact & Guestboo K INDEX & Beginning S People Places Things Railroads S Clarendon Inn: 1908 Photo above and 1930's photo below. It burned 1963 in what was described as "a spectacular fire". The Bellvue occupied this spot before the Clarendon. The Bellvue also burned. Clarendon Fire Clarendon The New Fosscroft Inn appears in an undated ad. The vehicles appear to be 1930's era and the name Henry J. Murphy is shown with a phone number. It does appear substantially remodeled. The Fosscroft Inn - Intervale Built by Ernest Foss in 1925 at a time when the era of big hotels was coming to an end. It was built on the site of the former Langdon Hotel. As train travel decreased, its time as a hotel was brief and by 1950 it was home to Ray Houle's Yankee Peddler, an antique shop . A reliable source told this editor that when Ray Houle bought the building he moved it across Rt 16 to its final resting spot, just west of todays scenic vista. In 1973 Daniel C Bianchino moved to this building and managed it as the Choo-Choo Inn. His occupancy did not last long as the building was destroyed by fire later in that same year. Mr. Bianchino removed to Dundee and died in North Conway in 2020. fosscroft Houle YankeePed bianchino RayHoule headlands The Fosscroft as it appeared in 1909 The Headlands - Intervale This editor has found very little information about Headlands Inn except for a couple of post cards (below). Susan May (1947-2020) was nice to point out that Headlands, The Pequaket House and Smith Tavern were different names for the same building over the years. It was just north of today's Perry's Rest and burned in the 1960's. Does anyone know more? Tell Me smithTavern Smith Tavern Smith Tavern, Intervale, NH Early 1930's (formerly the Pequawket Inn) I bet you know right where this spot is on Rte 16A. Next time you go by this spot remember Smith Tavern was once there and before that it was known as the Pequawket Inn . Later, the Smith's, Jerry and Carolyn Graves ran it as the Pequawket House. Pequawket Pequawket Inn The Pequawket Inn was built in 1854 by Hazen Pitman whose wife managed both the Inn and the farm. Like many others, it was destroyed by fire in the 1960's. Mrs. Harriet Vickery's Pequawket House first operated as an Inn beginning in 1845 by Hazen Pitman, Vickery's father. "Hattie" operated the Inn from about 1880 until her death in the early 1900's. The Inn accommodated about 70 people and was considered to appeal to the budget conscience traveller. After her death the Inn was purchased by a Mrs C.C. Small who operated it until 1927; at which time it was purchased by Newell and Gladys Smith who renamed it the Smith Tavern. The next owners were Jerry and Carolyn Graves who renamed it to the Pequawket House. Unfortunately the building was destroyed by fire in the early 1960's. 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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

PO Box 514 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Information, Events and Topics You Might Like The President of your Historical Society, Phil Franklin, doesn't talk much about himself, so this editor sought out some details about Phil. MEET PHIL FRANKLIN Bartlett 'most boring town'? Locals beg to differ Story Here IF YOU ARE ON A MOBIL DEVICE WE SUGGEST YOU USE THE SAFARI BROWSER FOR BEST RESULTS. Give it a try and let me know how it goes for your device. . Are You Looking For The Quar terly Newsletters ? Find Them Here Remember The Mountain Ear Newspaper? There are more than 100 excellently researched articles of local interest at this lin k. We can thank Jane Golden and Steve Eastman and many others for this historically valuable collection. This link will open in a new window. DR BEMIS AND HIS STONE HOUSE Go There Now Twenty more interesting tales... some might even be true. SEARCH NOW This search won't find everything. But it might find what you want What do we know about you? You may have seen the snow roller in the Village Park? Ever wonder how it got there? Click the Pic... We have recently refreshed our Facebook page. If you are a Facebook fan please visit our NEW page, give us a "Like" and follow. Thank you. Back to Front Page Please Choose another topic from the top menu

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 2 Bartlett Village Railroad Station And yard More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... This page was researched and written by Scotty Mallett The first Bartlett Railroad station was built in the fall of 1872 and passenger trains started running to Bartlett on October 20, 1873. The first station was built next to Mill Brook and was 3 stories in height. This station was lost along with the freight house in the town fire of 1896. (See Side Bar) The first Bartlett Village Station circa 1873 Photo Credit Bill Gove The second station was built in 1896 after the town fire. It was a large 3 storied building and was so well liked and constructed it was mentioned in the State of New Hampshire Railroad commissioner’s Report. The station had a ticket office, a telegrapher’s office, a western union office, a waiting Room, a Restaurant, A large station platform with a canopy to protect the passengers from the elements, oak walls with gold inlay, marble wash basins and hardwood floors. There are conflicting dates of when this station burned but Maine Central Railroad records say it burned in 1920. T he third station was built that same year (1920). The reason for the speedy rebuild of the 3rd and final Bartlett station is because Maine Central used elements of the second station for the new 3rd station. This station used the reclaimed 1st floor the second and 3rd floor were removed. It retained the marble wash basins, the telegraphers, Western Union and ticket offices, the hardwood floors, the waiting room and the oak walls with gold inlay. The Bartlett Station, on the right, early 1950's. Big building at left was the Honeywell Thermostat Factory and before that G.K Howard's Hardware Merchandise store. (Mt Carrigain under the signal pole) Photo Credit: Dane Malcolm. In 1958 the Maine Central Railroad abolished passenger service. The Portland and Ogdensburg Railroad and then the Maine Central Railroad ran passenger service from 1873-1958. The Bartlett Station was sold to a ski club in 1959. In October 1959 the ski club were doing renovations to the inside of the building, stirring up coal dust left from years of coal being used to heat the building. A new oil furnace was installed to keep the station warm in the coming winter months. Later that day after everyone had left, the new furnace clicked on igniting the coal dust left in the air. The station, now a private building was never rebuilt. Today people at a glance see the beautiful Hodgkin’s Memorial Park. The outline of the east end of the granite cellar wall can be found. The soil is reclaiming the spot and eventually there will be no trace of the station, only memories. This photo dated 1908 sIDE bAR THE TOWN FIRE 1896: Concord Evening Monitor 1893 (1896)? Fire Sunday Destroys Entire Business District in Bartlett Total damage will approximate $100,000 At 5 o’clock a fire was discovered at rear of H. L. Towle’s grocery store and as there was no fire department in the village, it spread with lightening like rapidity. Word was telegraphed to North Conway for aid and at 7 o’clock a special train left for the scene. The ten mile run was made in a little over ten minutes. When the special arrived the business portion of the town was in ashes. The most strenuous efforts of the town’s people, assisted by the willing guests of the hotels availed to nothing. Within 2-½ hours but one store was left in the place. Fourteen families had been burned out and the Maine Central Railway Station, restaurant, and freight depot, together with the post office were destroyed.The total damage will be in the neighborhood of $100,000. Following are the principal losses: -Maine Central Railway about $10,000, insured -Mr. & Mrs. Foster, general store, buildings, stock $25,000, insured for $7,500 -P.J. Martin, general store, $15,000, insured $9,000 -F. Garland, drugs and jewelry, $2,500, insurance $1,500 -E.O. Garland, building, contents, $15,000 insured $7,000 -J. Emery, house and furnishings, $3,000 insured $1,500 -J. Head house $1,500 -H.E. Brooks (?) grocery store, $2,500 insured $1,000 -H.L. Towle’s building, $3,000, insured $1,000 -A.L. Meserve building and stock, $6,000 insured $2,800 -Miss Emily A. Merserve tenement block, $2000, insured $1,500 -Miss Bates, millinery $500 The town has an ordinary population of 2,000 but this is swelled in summer to three or four times this number. It is situated in the White Mountain Division of the Maine Central Railroad and the ride over this road from North Conway through Bartlett to the Crawford Notch is one of the finest in the eastern part of the country. -From the history files at the Bartlett Public Library The Portland & Ogdensburg Railroad was chartered on February 11, 1867 to run from Portland to Fabyan, a junction at Carroll, New Hampshire in the White Mountains, where the Boston, Concord & Montreal Railroad would continue west. Their track joined in a ceremony at the summit of Crawford Notch on August 7, 1875, then opened on August 16, 1875. Here we have, left to right...Edward Boynton Knight...George Lincoln Knight...Baby is Brian Aston Knight...and Charles Edward Knight. Charles worked as signal repairman in the Bartlett train yard and in his fifty years of work he never missed a single day. Charles also worked as watchman at the Peg Mill. I also heard from a close source..that Charles peddled booze during prohibition. Photo courtesy of Robert Girouard who received it, and this story, from Brian Knight in June 2009. fire1896 The Bartlett Yard Roundhouse Preservation Society has been very busy in their endeavors to memorialize and save this structure. They provided this history. ROUNDHOUSE HISTORY Steam locomotives at the Bartlett Roundhouse. The locomotives and their crews - circa 1891 The five locomotives left to right are Maine Central Railroad Locomotives. The one on the far right is the locomotive of the Bartlett & Albany Railroad. The trains the locomotives are assigned to are on the headlamps of the locomotives. The one that says W on the headlamp was for a work train. Bartlett Round House - Had a turntable for turning around the locomotives. The turntable was removed in 1913. There were switches into the roundhouse. The date of that photo is September 8, 1947, and the photo was taken by Phillip Hastings. Bartlett Yard Freight Office - 1960 Men at the Bartlett Yard Office, September 1961. Left to right: Bob Jones, Albert Henn and Bud Burdwood. Trainmen at the Bartlett Yard with the Mountaineer, Later the Flying Yankee. Dated 1939. (David Dudley was the man who could always be found in the caboose.) Snowplow train approaching the Bartlett Yard at Rogers Crossing. Sometime in the 1960's. Snowplow train at the Bartlett Yard Sometime in the 1960's. How this abandoned train car ended up in the Bartlett Yard This article was written in 2014 Link to NH Public Radio Article At one time the Bartlett Peg Mill was serviced by the Maine Central Railroad. The spur came off the wye and ended on the left side of the peg mill. The sidings for the peg mill had a capacity of 49 cars. There is no date as to when the spur and trackage, the rails of which were owned by the Maine Central Railroad, were removed. The site map below is courtesy Bill Gove. More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... the bartlett yard circa 1900 paragraph place holder RR YardVillage If you use an I-Pad you can enlarge this map to read the building titles. Ralph M. Hebb - Station Agent in Bartlett, NH for 21 years - 1918 to 1939 Link There are many more pictures at the Facebook Page "MEC RR MT DIVISION". Mountain Division at Facebook

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Historic Lodging Map Hotels Lodging Page 1 Continue to page 2 Continue to page 3 Hotels & Lodgings in the Village Area Page 1 Upper Village Area Intervale Area Glen Area Historic Lodging Map Cave Mountain House Share CAVE MOUNTAIN HOUSE: 1890 - 1905 (below) was originally the summer home of one of the Jose brothers , owners of Bartlett Land and Lumber Company . The Hotel was managed by one Edgar Stevens , whose specialty was entertaining the guests both at the Inn and with excursions through the mountains. Mr Stevens was a fabulous story-teller and enjoyed personally escorting his guests on wild rides through the mountains. The Inn's rooms were advertised as large and airy, with electric lights, hot and cold running water, and excellent views from most rooms. There was also a large farm connected with the hotel that provided fresh eggs, meat and vegetables. All this could be had for prices ranging from $7 to $12 per week. (in perspective, an average family earned about $35./ month in 1895). On May 1, 1905 the Cave Mountain House and barn were totally destroyed by fire caused by a defective chimney. The insured loss amounted to $10875. The site remained empty until 1912 when the Howard Hotel was built on the same site. caveMtnHse See a page that combines the stories of The Cave Mountain House; The Howard Hotel; and The Bartlett Hotel: Look Now The Cave Mountain House burned in 1905 and was rebuilt as The Howard Hotel. Owned by G.K. Howard it opened in 1912. It was a first class hotel in its prime. Every room on the second and third floor connected with a bathroom, hot and cold water, and a room telephone to the front desk. The dining room seated 75 people. It provided drivers. See the original 1912 sales brochure for the Howard Hotel HERE The hotel was eventually purchased by Matt Elliot and Realand Hart and renamed the Bartlett Hotel. Matt operated the Hotel until his death in1985 at which time it was purchased by the Yannones of Brockton Massachusetts. In the winter of 1989 the Hotel was destroyed by fire caused while thawing frozen pipes. Source credit: The Latchstring was Always Out Aileen M. Carroll The Howard Hotel The Bartlett House was built in 1856 by Franklin George , first as his residence and shortly thereafter, as the town became a stopover for travelers on their way through Crawford Notch, he operated as an Inn. (There was no railroad in 1856). During the next 15 years several additions were made and in 1872 it became known as The Bartlett House. (Not to be confused with The Upper Bartlett House which was about half a mile further west). After the railroad was constructed through the Notch Franklin leased the Mt Crawford House for a period of five years beginning in 1872. It's location directly on the railroad line was ideal. Franklin was an industrious man, laying out a bridle path to the summit of Mt Langdon, operating a building and loan association and owning vast tracts of land stretching from the Saco River to the Albany Town Line. He also established the Bartlett Water Company and found time to be a Bartlett Selectman for six terms. He served as a State Representative in 1878 and was the Town Tax Collector as late as 1890. The former Bartlett House is located in the center of the Village at the blinking light. It is now the residence of Bert and Gretta George. It operated as an Inn from 1856 to 1892. Reference Material for this Tourism Section comes from: The Latchstring was Always Out by Aileen M. Carroll 1994 Historic Lodging Map Hotels Lodging Page 1 Continue to page 2 Continue to page 3 The Bide-a-Wee is the second house on the left on River Street in the Village. It was operated by Charlotte and Frank Lobdell from 1920 to 1941. They catered to railroad workers and tourists alike. The Maple Cottage Owned by George Chesley from about 1920 to 1939. He could accommodate both summer boarders and auto parties. After World War 2 it was purchased by the Stoatemaiers and is currently operated as The Lawrencian Ski Club . The Woodbine Cottage (below) was built in 1890 by Alba Charles Gray and Ida Story Gray . They had a lumber business and built this home in 1890 in Bartlett. They eventually sold the home and it was later operated by Mrs A.F. Bergeron in the 1930's. It was later occupied by Richard Jones and retains nearly all the character now as then. Upon Mr Jones death the property was willed to a group of his friends who utilize it as a vacation home. It is the second house east of the school. Just Across the street is the former Elms Inn operated by Mrya Smith and now the home of Cheryl and Richard Ne alley. The building just to the east was a Sunoco Gas Station and repair shop operated by Ellwood Dinsmore from the mid 1940's to the early 1970's. OBED HALL, Early Pioneer In 1790 Obed Hall's Tavern was probably located at the junction of today's Bear Notch Road and Route 302, today's park. Obed came to Bartlett from Madbury as an early Bartlett pioneer who became a prominent citizen, serving as Selectman, Town Treasurer, and was elected to Congress in 1810. In 1819 he ran for the Senate but did not win that election. Travel at this time was hazardous and Tavern-keepers considered themselves benefactors to the traveling public rather than businessmen. Mr Hall was one of two appointed as Surveyors of Highways and he was among those who petitioned the General Court in 1793 for a tax of one penney per acre to be used for the improvement of roads within the town. Obed first married a woman 20 years his senior and second time a woman 20 years his Junior. After Obed's death his wife moved to Portland Maine and re-married to Richard O'Dell. Obed's Tavern was operated at various times by William White and Benjamin Gould. In addition to the Tavern Mr Hall also tended a large farm which was located partially on the property that is todays Sky Valley Motel. It was probably 100 acres or more. It was thought that he also operated a lodging establishment at the farm. Mr Hall's brother Ebenezer also lived in Bartlett and was a school teacher in the local school. From 1811 to 1829 he was Judge of Probate for Coos County (Joseph S. Hall was NOT related to Obed, but he was the builder of the first summit house on Mount Washington in 1852. Joseph Seavey Hall of Bartlett was one of the most important participants in mid-nineteenth century events in Crawford Notch (or the White Mountain Notch as it was known in those days) and on Mt. Washington. Yet most people have never heard of him. Obed 1st was the uncle of this Obed. OBED HALL 2nd. 1795 -1873 Son of Hon. Ebenezer L. and Lydia (Dinsmore) Hall ; born, Conway, February 23, 1795 ; (Ebenezer was Obed 1st's brother) practiced, Bartlett and Tamworth ; died, Tamworth, May 21, 1873. In the war of 1812 Mr. Hall was in the military service for a short time, in a company of militia at Portsmouth. His early education was imperfect, and he studied law three years with Enoch Lincoln of Fryeburg, Maine, and two years with Lyman B. Walker of Meredith. He first set up in practice at Bartlett, and about 1820 changed his residence to Tamworth. He was representative in the legislature in 1840 and 1841, in which latter year he was appointed register of Probate for the new county of Carroll. That post he occupied ten years. In 1854 and 1856 he was a State Senator. He was a lawyer of respectable acquirements, but preferred to give his time and attention to politics, which did not conduce to his legal progress nor to his pecuniary profit. He gave much attention to his farm, being partial to agriculture. He was public-spirited, and in private life benevolent and kindly. His first wife was Elizabeth Gilman of Tamworth, who bore him one daughter; his second was Caroline E., daughter of John Carroll of Maine. She left him a daughter, who outlived her father. SOURCE: The bench and bar of New Hampshire: including biographical notices ... By Charles Henry Bell ObedHall howardHotel BartlettHouse MpleCottage woodbine bide a wee obedtavern JoeHall RJones The Thompson's Inn is recognizable today as the Chippanock , across the street from the Post Office. It began as a private residence but by 1918 was operated as an Inn/Restaurant by Gertrude Thompson whose husband worked as a fireman on the railroad. In 1945 it was purchased by Sanford Hill who renamed it th e Chippanock (bright north star). He continued to operate it until his death in the early 1990'S. Compare the two pictures below, the left picture is about 1920. The right picture is about 1950. Business must have been good to allow for the significant expansion. And now...(2025) In 2002 Jerry & De Snyder heard a story on their local TV station about a Bed and Breakfast that was conducting a contest to “give it away”. The Chippanock Inn rules were simple: write an essay as to why they should give it to you. They researched the Inn and found out it was built in the late 1800's. Somewhere in the 1900's the Inn was bought by the Thompson family and called the Thompson Inn. Increasing guest capacity, the barn was converted into a rooming house complete with 10 bedrooms and bathrooms. Not enough folks entered that contest and needless to say, the Snyders wound up buying the Inn . They moved in and started a new life as Inn-Keepers. During that time, they met and befriended many people, some who would became good friends and repeat guests. After some time, they realized Inn keeping wasn’t for them and they began the process of renovation. It's name jokingly became the “Chippen' Paint Inn” to them. After years of toiling in the “mines” they FINALLY pulled the plug and put it on the market with hopes that someone with a VISION would come in and bring the old girl back to her former beauty, and back to "life." In January, 2021, Along came Jana and Mark who have revitalized and are breathing new life and hope into what was formerly the Chippanock Inn, now known as The Bartlett Village House. Editors comment: Beautiful renovation, have a look: https://bartlettvillagehouse.com/ "Good Luck in your new venture and we wish you both many years of success. - Jerry & De Snyder" thompsons chipanock silverSprCottage Silver Springs Cottage was actually a large farm operated by James and Emeline Nute ...(not to be confused with Silver Springs Lodge further west on Rte 302) Folks would come to spend the summer on a rural farm. It burned years ago but it's cellar hole is still visible just east of Mountain Home Cabins. The property was eventually inherited by Carrie LeBar , Upper Bartlett's only black resident in the 1960's, who operated the Lone Maple which was located about a half mile closer to the Village Center. It also burned in the late 1960's and has been replaced by the home of the Gerry and Eileen McManus. The current Mountain Home Cabins originated in the early 19th century, probably as a stage stop. It was originally part of the Stillings family land It became the property of James and Emeline Nute. They sold the business to Clifton and Lucille Garland . The cabins were built two per year starting in 1931. In the 1920's, before the cabins, it operated as a campground. Cabins being a seasonal operation allowed Lucille to be a school teacher in Bartlett and Clifton tended milking cows. The property continues to be operated by Clifton's grand children who also operate Bear Notch Ski Touring Company from the site mtnHome OrinCook Directly across the street from the Woodbine is the Willow Cottage Inn which was owned by Ralph and Elizabeth Mead . Ralph died of the influenza strain of 1918 but Elizabeth continued to operate the inn for some time after that. The house was owned for a time by Gary Roy. As of 2023 it is owned and occupied by Barbara Altier1 who has lived there since 2015. This is a photo of Orin Cook in 1945 cutting hay in the field across the street from his Maple Dale Farm House. And, Orin and Martha Cook with two unidentified children. Maple Dale was originally part of a much larger tract owned by Obed Hall . The following year Orin sold a portion of the farm to Alan and Libby Eliason who constructed the Sky Valley Cottages. willowcottage Andrew and Anna Arendt operated The Maple Dale , which is now the Penguin Ski Club. Andrew died first in 1959 and Anna only stayed at Maple Dale for about three years after Andrews Death. She died some 10 years later in New York City. Burial is in the Catholic Cemetery in Bartlett. These pictures are about 1948, courtesy Alan Eliason.. mapledale The Garland Inn on Albany Avenue. built by Eben Garland about 1890. It also housed a drug store and jewelry store. It was sold to the Hodgkins family about 1920 for use as a private residence. It is still owned by the Hodgkins family. Click Pic for a large view Judith Garland Miller of Lake Helen Florida provided this information about her father, Eben Garland: (1/23/13) Editors Note: An 1890 map of Bartlett Village shows an E.O. Garland General Merchandise Store ; however, this Eben was not of that branch of the family. This Eben resided in the Intervale area. Judith Garland Miller told us "He left Bartlett as a young man probably in his 20s. He married my mother in 1937 in Pennsylvania and he never mentioned anything about the 'Garland Inn'. That may be another branch of the garland family. His father was Grover Wildred Garland and his father was James Merle Garland." Judy Garland Miller continues, "Now that the holidays and bustle of the season is past, thought I would get back to you and give you a little something: My father - Eben Garland - told me this soon before he passed away. He said in 1918 or 1919 maybe the winter of 1919 -1920 there was a movie made about a logging camp on his grandfather's farm. The movie stared Harold or Howard Lockwood. My father is in the movie along with his grandfather. They had an oxen driven wagon and my father was in the wagon. It was either in the Dundee or Intervale area. I cannot find out anything about this but maybe it would be something that would be in some archives or something about the area. This is all I know but maybe it could be something to look into. Thank you, Judith Garland Miller" If you know more about this, or anything else about Eben, tell us. the garland Eben Aerial 1952: The west end of Main Street showing the train yard. The Chippanock Inn and Garland's Restaurant can be seen, lower center. The Peg Mill is at top center. Continue to page 2 Upper Village Area Intervale Area Glen Area Historic Lodging Map Historic Lodging Map Upper Village Hotels Loding Page 1 Upper Village Lodging page 2 Upper Village Lodging page 3

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LIVERMORE, NH - A TOWN LOST TO TIME There is no better place to get a sense of life at Livermore than by perusing the Doctoral thesis written by Peter Crane. We have received his permission to present this book to you here on these pages. "Glimpses of Livermore: Life and Lore of an Abandoned White Mountain Woods Community". Find it HERE (or find it later in the "Livermore Menu" at the top right of each Livermore page). BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 603 374 5037 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 AN INTRODUCTION TO LIVERMORE: Cellar holes and pottery shards hint at once-thriving communities By Fred Durso, Jr. The roar of the Sawyer River nearly drowns out Karl Roenke’s voice. While he walks along the water’s bank, the morning sun peeks through the birch and spruce trees and casts light on a world that has lain dormant for decades. The waterway seems to be the only constant in the area; once occupied by nearly 200 people, the land is now heavily wooded. It’s hard to believe that people—not just trees—once dominated this area. Yet Roenke knows a closer look will reveal pieces of the past. He takes a few more steps—and disappears into the brush. “We walk on this land now and the regrowth is just phenomenal,” says Roenke, a heritage resource program leader for the White Mountain National Forest, speaking above the river’s gush. “People don’t know the vibrant history of it all.” Roenke notices a gleam in the mud and points out a white ceramic piece. A few feet away near a fallen trunk, he discovers a black, glasslike shard that fits in the palm of his hand. “It was probably part of a vase or whiskey bottle,” he deduces before placing it back on the ground. The most easily discerned sign of life is a few yards in front of him. The 61-year-old leads the way to a nearby clearing, site of a building foundation where a grocery store once stood. A black cast-iron safe sits within the foundation’s perimeter, another artifact that tells a story of life here long ago. Time has concealed many signs of human activity. Situated in the south end of New Hampshire’s Crawford Notch (directly off of Route 302), the mill town of Livermore was shaped by the surrounding timber industry—its lifeblood—and the former Sawyer River Railroad. The town was officially dissolved in 1951, and Mother Nature has since moved in. But it’s hard to forget or ignore the past. While towns like Livermore have gradually died, Roenke and likeminded individuals with a passion for such hidden, historicalgems believe their stories are worth resurrecting. These advocates are discussing how to highlight historical sites in the White Mountains of New Hampshire such as Livermore and Thornton Gore, a former farming community. Though in its infancy, their “interpretive plan” could lead to the installation of informative signs at the sites. In the meantime, curious hikers can take their own trips through time, once they know where to look. “All of these abandoned towns have a tremendous story to tell,” Roenke says. “Livermore is one of the better ones.” Driving onto Sawyer River Road from Route 302, Rick Russack is surrounded by lands that have become, in his words, his obsession. The 68-year-old curator of the Upper Pemigewasset Historical Society has researched and gathered more than 8,000 photos of about eight former towns in the Granite State. He eagerly approaches the path leading to Livermore, about 2 miles up Sawyer River Road on the left. “These places talk to me,” says Russack as he walks past the former grocery store foundation on his way to the Sawyer River. “If we don’t tell their story, it’s gone.” Next to the river are two slender concrete beams 6 feet high. Skinny copper tubing—once enclosed within the concrete—is now partially exposed. The dilapidated structures once served as a water piping system for the town. Russack accesses Livermore’s other life source—its lumber mill—by making a right into the brush. Hidden within the dense forest is the mill’s foundation, 150 feet by 30 feet. Scattered bricks covered in moss and shrubbery fill the center. “Brick says powerhouse,” Russack explains, also noting that the mill housed steam engines. The mill was the last of three within the town; previous mills burned in 1876 and 1920 and were rebuilt. Logging was the predominant activity when Livermore was incorporated in the late 1800s, and its railroad spurred new life into the region. Lumbermen, who used waterways to transport logs from forests to mills, saw the potential of the new transportation system. But they had one hurdle—land ownership. Much of the North Country and White Mountains region was state land. According to C. Francis Belcher’s book, Logging Railroads of the White Mountains, New Hampshire Gov. Walter Harriman passed a law in 1867 that “sold and disposed of public lands” for practically nothing. The powerful Saunders family incorporated the Grafton County Lumber Co. and in 1877 began construction of the 8-mile Sawyer River Railroad, one of the smaller routes of the time since it stretched only from the Sawyer River Valley above Bartlett to the south end of Crawford Notch. Livermore became the Saunders’ part-time home; the family owned 30,000 of the town’s 75,000 acres, as well as a lavish, 26-room mansion. The town’s population increased over the years (census records report 160 residents in 1890), but the Saunders kept close tab on its occupants; their family’s permission was needed before any individual could reside there. Today, the area shows few signs of the 2 1/2 story houses with porches that lined the river. Yet Russack can tell where land was altered. Following the river downstream, he notices non-native flora. “The lilac bushes would say to me, ‘This was a cultivated area,’” he says. Birch trees, found near the mill site, also offer clues of habitation, since they grow in disturbed areas. An icehouse, engine house, blacksmith shop, grocery store, boarding house, school, and large barn dotted the area. (The school’s foundation is still present a mile past Livermore’s main site on the right side of Sawyer River Road.) Some of the mill workers lived on the opposite side of the river in the area dubbed “Little Canada.” “Very little is known about Little Canada,” says Peter Crane, who wrote his doctoral dissertation on Livermore and is director of programs for the Mount Washington Observatory. “There are no company records that have been uncovered. The earliest mill workers, loggers, etc., were from the Northeast and New Hampshire. As the decades went on, more came from Canada and overseas and changed the demographics of Northern New England.” Though Livermore’s inhabitants lacked the amenities of city life, they made the most of their surroundings. “Times were tough,” says Crane, who interviewed nearly 15 former residents for his dissertation, completed in 1993. “It was a hard life. They were in a very remote area, had very limited medical care, and had many discomforts. But many looked fondly back on growing up in the area, their families, and being close to nature.” According to a 1982 article in The Reporter, a now-defunct newspaper based in North Conway, N.H., some workers weren’t comfortable with the hard labor of the logging camps and sawmill. Unable to tolerate the homesickness and physical exertion, they fled—that is, until the company hired a man named Sidney White to keep the recruits from escaping. During one incident, White shot an escapee in the leg, which resulted in a court case and a $3,000 fine to the lumber company. Other residents recounted rosier experiences. James F. Morrow recalled in a 1969 Yankee Magazine article “sliding in the moonlight down the hill on Main Street without worrying about the traffic, the big thrill of riding with my mother on the cow-catcher of ‘Peggy,’ the old locomotive of the line, into the woods to visit my father.” Some local people explored the surrounding area through AMC-sponsored trips, including one to Mount Carrigain documented in an 1879 Appalachia article. Using the already established railroad line, passengers would ride in flat cars with wooden benches during these excursions. However, the railroad was predominantly used to boost the lumber company’s bottom line. The Saunders carefully husbanded their timber resources: Though clearcutting was a common practice of the day, Livermore’s operation used “selective cutting.” “Striking down trees of a certain size was more conservative,” Crane explains. “It helped prevent forest fires because not a lot of slash was left behind, and it helped retain water better than areas that have been wiped clean. The Saunders represented the new age that was dawning—some greater sensitivity to the environment and looking toward sustainable yields, which is similar to the [USFS] forest management philosophy.” The mill was a prosperous operation. (Belcher notes that loggers were able to cut over the area three times.) But a series of devastating events sealed the town’s fate. After a 1920 fire that burned the mill (which was later rebuilt), a heavy flood in 1927 damaged parts of the railroad bed and bridges. “Looking at census records, Livermore was well on the decline by the time the flood hit,” Crane says. The mill officially closed in 1928. Many of the dwellings were sold for salvage, destroyed, or left to rot. The mansion burned down in 1965. The land, part of the White Mountain National Forest, is now under USFS control and uses include timber harvesting, recreation, and wildlife and watershed management. Only one private residence remains. For Russack, Livermore’s history lies not only in personal accounts and crucial dates, but also in the landscape itself. “You can read a book about Livermore, but to get out here and step on the spot, it’s a different experience,” he says. “Each time you visit, you see something you didn’t see before.” SOURCE MATERIAL: AMC Outdoors, October 2008 Livermore Main Street in the late 1800's. The Sawyer River would be flowing along behind these houses. The Saunder's Mansion is at the top of the hill. GENEALOGY OF LIVERMORE, GRAFTON COUNTY, NEW HAMPSHIRE - ---------------------------- ---- Information located at www . nh . searchroots. com On a web site about GENEALOGY AND HISTORY OF NEW HAMPSHIRE and its counties TRA NSCRIBED BY JANICE BROWN ---- The original source of this information is in the public domain, however use of this text file, other than for personal use, is restricted without written permission from the transcriber (who has edited, compiled and added new copyrighted text to same). ====== SOURCE: Gazeteer of Grafton County NH, 1709-1886, compiled and published by Hamilton Child; Syracuse NY, The Syracuse Journal Company, Printers and Binders, June 1886 page 511 LIVERMORE is a large wilderness township located in the northeastern part of the county, in lat. 44 degrees 5 minutes, and long 71 degrees 30' bounded north by Bethlehem and a part of the county line, east by the county line, south by Waterville, and west by Thornton, Lincoln and Franconia. It was incorporated in 1876. The surface of the township is rough, wild and picturesque, many of its solitudes even apprroaching the sublime. Among its mountain valleys spring the headwaters of the East and Hancock branches of the Pemigewasset river, flowing a westerly course through the township, Mad river, flowing south, and Sawyer river, flowing east. Upon this latter stream is located the lumber mills of the Saunders Brothers, of Massachusetts, the only industry carried on in the township, and who own the larger part of the territory. At present Livermore's only value is derived from its forests, the land being uncleared, and even if it was would doubtless prove too rough for purposes of cultivation. DESCRIPTION OF LIVERMORE NH in 1885: In 1880 Livermore had a population of 153 souls. In 1885 the town had one school district and one common school. Its school-house was valued, including furniture, etc. at $151.00. There were twenty-eight children attending school, taught during the year by two female teachers, at an average monthly salary of $26.00. The entire amount raised for school purposes during the year was $145.12, while the expenditures were $130.00, with W. G. Hull and O.P. Gilman, committee. VILLAGES Livermore (p.o.) is the name given the little village clustered about the lumber mills on the Sawyer river. In 1877 a track was laid from about four miles beyond this point to the Portland & Ogdensburg road, for the purpose of transporting lumber and timber. It is known as the Sawyer River railroad. The village has about twenty dwellings. William G. Hull is the postmaster and manager of the company store. BUSINESSES THE GRAFTON LUMBER CO.--The first mill was built by the Saunders Brothers in 1876, and was destroyed by fire the same year. In 1877 they put up the present structure, which is operated by a 150 horse power engine, for which steam is generated in five boilers. It cuts from 3,000,000 to 11,000,000 feet of lumber per annum. C.W. Saunders is the company's agent here. (end) Livermore in 1921. In the early days it was common practice to roll the travelled ways as opposed to the current method of plowing the toads. Pictures of Livermore in August 1963 provided by Ted Houghton. We appreciate getting these photos. Saunder's Mansion at Livermore as it looked in August of 1963. Saunder's Mansion at Livermore, August 1963. Unfortunately, due to increasing vandalism, the mansion was burned to the ground in 1965 by it's new owner, Mr. Shackford. A view out an upstairs window at the Saunder's Mansion in Livermore, August 1963. Saunder's Mansion at Livermore as it appeared in April of 1964. All four photos courtesy of Ted Houghton. Website Editors Note: I have endeavored to collect as much information as is available about Livermore, NH. To that end, I believe this section to be amongst the most complete collection of material about Livermore to be found all in one place. Some of the information is provided by links to other websites and in all cases I have provided Source data for the information. Some items that have been "copied and pasted" from other websites were done in that method only because I have found often times the original material either gets moved or deleted and links to the information "go bad" overtime. If I have "stepped on any toes" that was not my intention. Another favorite website is White Mountain History dot Org. They also have an array of information and pictures of Livermore. I encourage you to check out that site: (it opens in a new window) https://whitemountainhistory.org/Livermore.html If you have any information you would like to contribute please contact me. group photo camp2 Here's a rough looking bunch at Logging Camp #2, all seem to be wearing their toughest faces on this day. Note the guy at right with puppy and guy in back row left with a pet chipmunk. Do YOU know any of these men? We would love to hear from you! 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 Camping gear: Chipmunks 🐶Puppy Hat

The President of your Historical Society, Phil Franklin, doesn't talk much about himself, so this editor sought out some details about Phil. He had a long career with the Hartford Insurance and Aetna Insurance Companies as a Senior Administrator and Program Director in Connecticut. He attended Providence College and Xavier High School in Middletown, CT. Phil is no stranger to the world of volunteerism and the act of giving back , not only to those things that enabled his own success, but community endeavors as well. You can read his volunteer philosophy at this link: (There are some nice pictures too.) "As a long time volunteer at Xavier he never stopped giving back." When Phil and wife, Sue, moved to Bartlett they said "We're not just moving to Bartlett to be here- We're moving here to be part of the community." During his time in Bartlett he served four years as Chairman of the Bartlett Planning Board (2015-2019). He's on the Board of Directors for the Stillings Grant Homeowners Assoc and is a contributing writer for the Mt. Washington Valley Vibe magazine. Phil has been part of the Bartlett Historical Society since 2015. As you may know, Phil has been the instrumental force behind the renovation of the Catholic Church in the Village to be the new location for the Bartlett History museum. If you see Phil out and about, do some name dropping. He may be curious how you know so much about him. He knew that I was going to add something here...but I didn't tell him exactly what, or how much. Phil, Sue and Grandchildren BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Bartlett NH Historical Society Livermore Research Nicholas G. Norcross The New England Timber King 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 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. NICHOLAS GAUBERT NORCROSS was a lumber baron, the "New England Timber King", who apparently fell on some financial hard times, and then moved to Lowell in 1844 to take up lumbering operations there. He opened a sawmill and planeing mill with one John Fiske, operating as Fiske & Norcross. He also had a woodworking machinery retailing operation, Norcross & Co. He sold the latter business in 1848 or '49 to a competitor, S. C. Hills , and worked on designing a new circular sawmill and a planer. Both of Norcross's designs were quite successful. The innovation in his sawmill design was an arbor that could move laterally to accommodate small sideways motion of the log. There were two important innovations in his planer: first, the air currents from the movement of the cutter-head directed the shavings into a chute; and second, the then-traditional pressure rollers were replaced by a pressure bar that could be placed much closer to the cutter-head and hence prevent tearout. The major flaw in Norcross's design is that adjusting the lumber size required inserting or removing spaces between the cylinders and the platen. In that respect, it was inferior to the other planers that had been developed to compete against the Woodworth planer, but those other planers had been all either lost in court against the Woodworth cartel, or they had been bought out by them. The market was eager for a legitimate competitor to the Woodworth planer. Norcross began by building one planer that was operated by his own planing mill. It was no surprise when the Woodworth cartel promptly filed suit against Fiske & Norcross for patent infringement. But to the astonishment of all, Norcross ultimately prevailed (after a nearly four-year court battle) in the U. S. Supreme Court, even though his machine was a more direct infringement on Woodworth's patent than some others that lost infringement lawsuits. According to Charles Tompkins' 1889 book, The History of the Planing-Mill, the owners of this Norcross patent had quietly made a deal with the Woodworth cartel: they would support the cartel's attempt to get another patent extension if the Norcross planer could "compete" in the same marketplace. This was a good deal for the Woodworth owners because the Norcross machine was, overall, not much better than the Woodworth planer, and the presence of competition in the marketplace might tame the growing resentment against the Woodworth cartel. Apparently it was not difficult to control the outcome of the court ruling. Even before the lawsuit was finished, quite a few Norcross machines were sold, with the Norcross patent owners indemnifying the purchasers for any damages if the Woodworth cartel prevailed in court. In both the Norcross planer and the Woodworth planer, a pair of upper and lower feed-rolls were mounted to a frame (Norcross's rolls were somewhat larger than Woodworth's). The feed-rolls were geared using star gears that allowed a certain amount of adjustment to accommodate different stock thicknesses. Different sized gears were also provided as necessary. A slotted bedplate was situated close behind and below the rolls, with the planing cylinder beneath the slot so that the knives could protrude slightly through the slot. This contrasts with the Woodworth planer and all modern planers where the cutter-head is above the bed rather than below it. In this respect the Norcross planer works somewhat like a modern jointer. An upper press-plate provided a surface to hold the wood down against the cutter. The cylinder bearings were attached to this upper press-plate via arms passing down through the main bed-plate. To adjust the machine for different thicknesses of lumber, cast-iron strips were inserted between the press-plate and the cylinder boxes. This adjustment method was clunky but effective and solid. Once the Woodworth planer cartel lost its monopoly in 1856, however, the Norcross tonguing and grooving machines quickly fell into disuse, replaced by integrated planer-matchers. That helps explain why the Norcross cartel had supported the Woodworth cartel. Information Sources The New York Legal Observer, Vol. 1, October 1842 —April, 1843, has a report on a proceeding in the U. S. District Court of Maine at Portland: "Ex parte the creditors of Nicholas G. Norcross, in the matter of his Petition for a Decree". Norcross had declared bankruptcy, and he had been in a partnership operating as "Fisk & Norcross" ("Fisk" was actually John Fiske). The partnership itself was not insolvent, nor was Fiske. The judge ruled that Norcross's creditors had no right to "interfere with the administration of the effects of the firm", which had been effectively dissolved by bankruptcy. It was Fiske's responsibility to wind up the affairs of the partnership. A History of the Boston and Maine Railroad, by Bruce D. Heald, 2007 , quotes the 1871 book The Merrimack River by J. W. Meader: In 1844, Nicholas G. Norcross, who had already made himself rich and earned the title of "The New England Timber King" on the Penobscot, came to Lowell and established himself permanently on the Merrimack...Mr. Norcross prefaced his operation by the outlay of more than one hundred thousand dollars in improving the channel and adapting it to his purposes. He blasted rocks and removed obstructions, bought land and provided for the stringing of booms for timber harbor, bought rights in some of the important falls, built two dams on the Pemigewasset at Woodstock, New Hampshire, and purchased the Elkins Grant of eighty thousand acres of heavy timber adjoining the above town, Lincoln, and several others. He also bought a tract of forty thousand acres in the un-granted lands of New Hampshire and several other tracts... In 1845, Mr. Norcross built a large lumber mill at Lowell, where, with gangs of saws, upright and circular, he wrought out much of the lumber for the mills and dwellings of the city. This mill was twice destroyed by fire, but was soon rebuilt. He also built a large mill at Lawrence, which was managed by his brother, J. W. Norcross. Mr. Norcross died in 1860, since which the business has been conducted by I. W. Norcross, Charles W. Saunders and N. W. Norcross. An 1849 Scientific American ad from S. C. Hills (a big New York woodworking machinery dealer) says, "Messrs. Norcross & Co., agents for the purchase and sale of machinery, have transferred their business to the subscriber..." Presumably G. Norcross was the co-owner of Norcross & Co., and, after selling his dealership to S. C. Hills he became a manufacturer. Booklet dated September 1, 1850, and available online through Google Book . The booklet, from Norcross Machine Company, is entitled, "N. G. Norcross's planing machine patented February 12, 1850, and circular saw-mill. Affidavits of skilful experts, showing that the Norcross machine is different from, and superior to, the Woodworth machine." The 1850-10-19 Scientific American, in an article about exhibits at the Fair of the American Institute, says: We have not much to say about Planing Machines—all these have been exhibited at the Fair before, except Norcross's and Kittle's—Norcross's was patented on the 12th of last February; it employs rotary cutters. Mr. Norcross, (who lives in Lowell,) has got up pamphlets with great care, by some lawyer whose researches into the number of patents granted for planing machines, has been very laborious and extended. 1852-1853 Scientific American ads. The decision of the Supreme Court of the United States in the case of the administrators of the Woodworth patent versus John Fiske and Norcross is available online through Google Books . An 1854 ad says, The Supreme Court of the U.S., at the Term of 1853 and 1854, having decided that the patent granted to Nicholas G. Norcross, of date Feb. 12, 1850, for a Rotary Planing Machine for Planing Boards and Planks, is not an infringement of the Woodworth Patent, rights to use N. G. Norcross's patented machine can be purchased... Given the litigious nature of the Woodworth patent holders, this Supreme Court decision must have been an effective sales tool against other planer makers. As pointed out in the book Planers, Matchers & Moulders in America, Norcross's machine was clumsy in use, because changing lumber size meant inserting or removing spacers between the cylinder and platen. Norcross did claim to be the first to use fixed platens in a planer; this type of platen was superior to the Woodworth planer's rollers because they could be placed much closer to the cutters. Another advantage of the Norcross planer was that it used the air currents created by the spinning cutter-head cylinder to propel shavings into a pit beneath the planer. The Norcross design's shavings collection later played a key role in the industry fight against the patent claim of the Boston Conductory Co. The New York Times for May 30, 1855 had an article on a lawsuit between the owners of the Woodworth patent and some licensees of the Norcross planer patent . The American Almanac and Repository of Useful Knowledge for 1861 has an obituary notice: July 14 (1860).—In Lowell, Mass., Nicholas G. Norcross, aged 54. He was a native of Orono, Maine, and was largely engaged in lumbering in that State, and afterwards on the Merrimack River in Massachusetts, and aided to develop the resources of the Canadian forests. He was the inventor of the Norcross Planing-Machine. The New York Times of July 16, 1860 had a brief obituary: LOWELL, Mass., Saturday, July 14, NICHOLAS G. NORCROSS, an extensively known lumber dealer, died suddenly this morning of heart disease. There is a Wikipedia page on Jonathan Norcross , younger brother of Nicholas G. Norcross, it has some information on Nicholas. November 11, 1922=Obituary Death Last Evening of One of Lowell's Oldest and Best Known Citizens. "The Lowell Daily Sun" Nicholas Warren Norcross, Civil war veteran, one time widely known Lowell contractor, always an active participant in important campaigns for the improvement of his home city, as well as closely affiliated with social and religious welfare movements for many years, passed away last evening after a long illness at the home of his son, Nicholas G. Norcorss, 227 Nesmith street. He was 90 years of age. The funeral service and burial will be private and friends of the bereaved family have been requested to kindly omit flowers. Mr. Norcross had a fruitful and almost unique career in Lowell business life rarely squalled in many ways. Splendidly educated with a wonderful health reserve at all times and vigorously interested in all things pertaining to the welfare of his home city and his upbringing, this citizen familiar to many old Lowell history makers rounded out a long and highly useful record of activities that will be remembered. Coming to Lowell in 1843 from Bangor, Me., where he was born Nov. 7, 1833, the son of Nicholas G. and Sophronia P. Norcross, he was educated in the public schools of Lowell and after graduating from the high school entered historic Groton academy where he completed his academic course. At that time wood-paving was being tried out to solve certain street construction problems. Mr. Norcross took up the business at its very beginning and because a member of the firm of Fisk & Norcross which later became Norcross, Saunders & Co. In 1860 Mr. Norcorss married Miss Ellen G. Crosby, daughter of Judge Crosby. Four children were born of this union, namely Nicholas G., Rebecca C., now Mrs. E. N. Burke; Josiah C., who is now located in Boston with the Edison Electric Illuminating Co., and Nathan C., who died in Tepic, Mexico, while employed in the engineering department of Mexican Central railroad. In 1862, with the North and South engaged in the great struggle that was eventually to end in the reuinion of the warring states, Mr. Norcorss enlisted as a paymaster in the United States army, serving in that capacity throughout the war. During his career as an active member of the firm of Norcross, Saunders & Co., this firm had the contract with the city of Lowell for the laying of the new wooden paving on many important Lowell thoroughfares. In those days the wood blocks were considered not only the "very latest," but the finest paving material possible for a city to use on its principle streets. Mr. Norcross was always a deeply sympathetic participant in all social and religious affairs of St. Anne's church, and was also a member of the Vesper Country and the Longmeadow Golf clubs. 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

History Bartlett NH - Harts Location and Crawford Notch Share BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 The Village Area of Bartlett Page 5 "Street Scenes" Upper Bartlett Glen Area Cooks Crossing Goodrich Falls Jericho Intervale Dundee West Side Road Kearsarge Sawyer's Rock Sawyer's Rock was once a very visible landmark on Route 302 going west out of Bartlett Village. Currently, (2024) if you don't know where to look, and even if you do, there is not much left to see. Driving past this spot today you will note that Sawyer's Rock has been nearly obliterated to make way for people who want to get where they are going a little bit faster. About all that is left of historic Sawyer's Rock is this little chunk of it now located in the Upper Bartlett park, which is also the site of the historic Bartlett Hotel that once occupied this site. Rte 302 looking east. Sawyer's Rock would be just around the bend. Saco River on left. Probably about 1900. Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Sawyers rock Rte 302 looking west. Mountain Home Cabins in the distance. Silver Spring Cottage is on the right. The Village is about a half mile in the opposite direction. Date is about 1920. chapel In Upper Bartlett is a neat little edifice, known as the " Chapel of the Hills," (picture below) built through the efforts of Rev. Mr. Souther among the people of the place, aided with a handsome contribution of three hundred dollars from a Mrs. Snow; who, however, died a short time before this object of her pious munificence was attained. The house was dedicated January 21, 1854, the interesting occasion calling together a large attendance, notwithstanding the deep snows of the mountain roads. Source: http://genealogytrails.com/newham/carroll/history.html Another consideration as you try to figure out this picture: Perhaps when the picture was produced from its original negative it may have been reversed; To correct that, imagine if the chapel building appeared on the right side and the other buildings would be on the left. Main Street dated 1896, looking west at Mt Carrigain. That much is a definite fact. We have had some friendly debate about how the church fits into this picture. This editor has found that it was called "The Chapel of the Hills" . At the time of this photo it was on the front lawn of today's school. It was later moved across the street where it remains to this day (2019) but without the Bell Tower. About 1800 Obed Hall's Tavern was said to be in this area. Obed was one of the early prominent pioneers, arriving in Bartlett Village in 1793. His Tavern was in this area. The large building on the right is in the area where the Cave Mountain House was located, and one of those buildings is probably it. It was built in 1890 and burned in 1905. Source Material, "The Latchstring Was Always Out" Aileen M. Carroll - 1994 Page 12 Albany Avenue, 1920; looking north. The photographer would have been standing near the railroad tracks Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Main Street 1909 - Looking West. This is the corner of Main and River Street. The horse watering trough is still there, Main Street looking West Main Street Looking West Caption says "Main Street Looking North". I'd guess they meant "Looking West". What Not Shop and Mobil Gas on the left. The George house is on the right behind the trees, The red roof is.>>________?________ Albany Ave from Railroad Square, Congregational Church stairs visible on left, Building on right is the Post Office and the Howard Hotel. dated 1915. Main Street 1909 - Looking West. This is the corner of Main and River Street. The horse watering trough is still there, Main Street 1945 - Sign says "Howard Hotel" Village Area Page 1 Village Area Page 2 Village Area Page 3 Village Area Page 4 Village Area Page 5 Main Street near Woodbine Cottage Inn, Looking east. Who are those two young kids standing by the street? Also, note the method of hanging streetlights back then... River Street Bridge, Dated 1909. On the larger version (click) there is a drainage pipe of some sort on the right, emptying into the river...it is still there today. What does it drain? Route 302 looking west in the vicinity of today's North Colony Motel. Late 1940's fIRE1893 Concord Evening Monitor 1893 (1896)? Fire Sunday Destroys Entire Business District in Bartlett Total damage will approximate $100,000 At 5 o’clock a fire was discovered at rear of H. L. Towle’s grocery store and as there was no fire department in the village, it spread with lightening like rapidity. Word was telegraphed to North Conway for aid and at 7 o’clock a special train left for the scene. The ten mile run was made in a little over ten minutes. When the special arrived the business portion of the town was in ashes. The most strenuous efforts of the town’s people, assisted by the willing guests of the hotels availed to nothing. Within 2-½ hours but one store was left in the place. Fourteen families had been burned out and the Maine Central Railway Station, restaurant, and freight depot, together with the post office were destroyed. The total damage will be in the neighborhood of $100,000. Following are the principal losses: -Maine Central Railway about $10,000, insured -Mr. & Mrs. Foster, general store, buildings, stock $25,000, insured for $7,500 -P.J. Martin, general store, $15,000, insured $9,000 -F. Garland, drugs and jewelry, $2,500, insurance $1,500 -E.O. Garland, building, contents, $15,000 insured $7,000 -J. Emery, house and furnishings, $3,000 insured $1,500 -J. Head house $1,500 -H.E. Brooks (?) grocery store, $2,500 insured $1,000 -H.L. Towle’s building, $3,000, insured $1,000 -A.L. Meserve building and stock, $6,000 insured $2,800 -Miss Emily A. Merserve tenement block, $2000, insured $1,500 -Miss Bates, millinery $500 The town has an ordinary population of 2,000 but this is swelled in summer to three or four times this number. It is situated in the White Mountain Division of the Maine Central Railroad and the ride over this road from North Conway through Bartlett to the Crawford Notch is one of the finest in the eastern part of the country. -From the history files at the Bartlett Public Library 1893FireVillage chappee ClemonsBondChappee Drown Bond Left to Right, George Chappee, Sammy Drown (son of Myrtle Drown), Jim Clemons, Sr ; Girl in front is Ona Bond. This appears to be the late 1950's. The location would be in front of the old Garlands Restaurant . Chippanock Inn back left, the little building next to it was moved from another location. It was the oldest building in the Village at the time. It was torn down in the early 1960's. Notice the Shell Station on the right. You can't quite see it, but Mr. Clemons has a shirt with the Shell Logo , so we could presume he worked there. That location had a Gulf Station in the mid 1960's operated by a Mr. George Flynn. Mr Flynn and his family rented the Dot Stewart house down by Sky Valley. Flynn moved to Rochester, NH in 1968 and operated a much larger Gulf Station there, right in the center of town. As to the Bartlett Gulf Station, it sat idle for a time, in the early 1970's Mr. Richard Jones operated a restaurant called Fat Cats in the same building. It only survived for a year or two. It is currently the location of the Rogerson Construction Company . 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Railroad wreck in Crawford Notch NH as told by historian Scotty Mallett BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... Wreck of the 505 Scotty Mallett is responsible for writing and researching both versions of this story. AN EXPLOSION IN CRAWFORD NOTCH # 505 July 3, 1927 Sunday July 3 dawned hot and muggy, a change from the night before when a terrific thunderstorm had past over Bartlett. It was about 7:00 a.m. when MEC Bartlett men Robert "Bob" Morse and Oscar Clemons got a call from Mr. Glendenon at the Roundhouse in Bartlett asking them to report to work, they would take a long extra freight to St. Johnsbury and return with the locomotive. Earle Whitcher and Fireman Meserve would be on the helper and return to Bartlett after the train reached Crawford’s Station. Oscar and Bob were friends and had worked together before. Oscar was having a hard time because he had lost his wife Delia a month before, leaving him the sole support of 7 children. Bob and Oscar arrived at the Roundhouse at about the same time, to find Engineer Whitcher and his fireman working on the main engine, the one that would be on the head end to St.J. After talking it was decided that they would swap assignments, so Bob, the engineer and Oscar, the fireman, would be on the helper and return to Bartlett after they reached Crawford’s, so they made plans to go fishing together that day. There was only one locomotive available as a helper, a small, class W Mikado, built by Alco in Schenectady, NY in 1910, her number #505. The 505 had come in on the local Rigby to Bartlett job the day before, she was taken to the Roundhouse and serviced. The 505 was not a favorite, it would be called today, a lemon. Out of all the steam locomotives the MEC ever owned, the 505 was one of the very, very few, that never measured up. Bob and Oscar boarded the 505 and began their work, helping to sort cars and make up the train. A short time later Bob reported a problem to the mechanics at the roundhouse: when he pulled the throttle out, it felt "Spongy" and not right. The mechanics examined the locomotive and found nothing. Bob and Oscar continued their work, but the problem persisted. The mechanics brought it into the roundhouse and did everything but strip the boiler jacket off, which they were not equipped to do anyway, they could find nothing. Finally, the time came where it was time to go, the 505 and her crew were put in the freight as a helper, almost midtrain, and they departed Bartlett at about 10:00 A.M. A common thing that was done with a lot of engineers in that era was they ran the water in the boiler of the locomotive low, this allowed the maximum performance to be obtained from the locomotive, but you had to have a fireman that could handle it. Oscar Clemons, having worked with Bob before, knew how to do this perfectly, by the timing of the water injections into the boiler and by a constant eye on the sight glass which showed the amount of water in the boiler. The 505 was a small class locomotive, which were very rarely used as helpers, due to their small size. The Class W's were almost exclusively used east of Bartlett. This trip for the 505 was a very rare run. An hour had passed, the 505 was now under maximum pressure, Oscar Clemons shoveling coal and watching the sight glass. They were approaching the Willey House Section Dwelling, the section crew, having the day off, waved as they went by. Doris Monahan, home for a break, was watching the train pass by with a friend on an outcropping where they were going up the Appalachian trail for a hike. The Train now rounded a curve and reached a relatively level piece of track, about 1/2 mile above the Willey Station, Oscar reached up and opened the petcock to put some water in the boiler, a few seconds later, the locomotive exploded. The force was so great it lifted the locomotive clean out of the train, not even derailing the car behind it, it spun end over end and dropped and landed 20 feet over the bank. Bob Morse was blown 500 ft, the crew from the Willey House found him crawling towards a brook. One of them said "Can I or Let me Help you Bob" Bob replied never mind about me, I know I'm done for, go check on Oscar. They found Oscar, trapped in the wreckage of the cab. Both men were rushed to memorial hospital, they both passed away at about the same time, near 6:00 P.M. from scalding. Oscar Left 7 children*, most were adopted by other family members, his youngest son George, an infant at the time, and I met him on the Conway Scenic’s Ride through Crawford Notch. He commissioned a memorial to Oscar and Bob, placed at the site of the explosion. Bob left 8 children behind, Mrs. Morse would go on to remarry. Monte Hurd, A MEC Veteran Conductor. The investigation into the 505 accident showed that the sight glass Oscar needed to use to tell the level of water in the boiler was defective, also, the Spongy" feel Bob felt was a weakness in the boiler. When the water was put into the low boiler, the metal failed, just under one of the axles, hurling the locomotive 80 feet in the air, and sending a metal pail; used for drinking water, over a mile away in the woods. Further investigation would show that the 505 was reported 5 times that previous month as having a leaky boiler, and several years before while in service it burst a boiler tube. The entire town turned out for the funerals of Bob Morse and Oscar Clemons, held on Wednesday. It is easy to forget these men were the test pilots of their age. The were respected and loved for their profession, and as people themselves. They rest today not far from each other in the Bartlett Cemetery, the new memorial on the site, will remind folks of a different time, and of two men, husbands, fathers, workers and Bartlett townsfolk who passed into history, but now will not be forgotten. This version was printed in our publication, The Historical Herald, March 2008 *Sept 2009: Web site Editors Note: I received an e-mail from Brian Clemons in Lyman Maine. Brian is Oscar's Grandson. He reported that Oscar had 8 Children, Not 7. Jan 2008, From the Railroad Club: The remains of what was Maine Central Steam Locomotive #505 are located in the general area of MILEPOST 80 which is " WEST " of the Frankenstein Trestle. The marker is located at or very near the exact location where the boiler let go as best be determined by a dedicated bunch of people that enabled some sort of closure take place as to what occurred back on that fateful day during the month of July 1927. The marker was created by the efforts of the North Conway Model Railroad Club who are located on the grounds of CSRR. The Club members designed/created and erected a large marker and placed it track -side where the wreck occurred. Please respect the area as sacred ground in memory of good railroad men who lost their lives performing their duties and that will be a very good display of respect for their relatives who live on with those memories for all time to come. July 3, 1927: Maine Central #505 was in Bartlett having come in on the "Local" Portland, Me to Bartlett, NH job the night before. The Roundhouse was short on power so the 505 was to be a "helper" locomotive. It was rare for her to be used as a helper as this was the case for all the Class W's. These were used almost exclusively east of Bartlett, where they really shine. 505 was due to go back to Portland on the afternoon local later that day. She was pressed into service to help with a very "heavy" extra. She would be put in Mid train, and cut off at Crawfords. Bob Morse and Oscar Clemons, planned an afternoon fishing trip for when they returned. There would be 2 locomotives on the head pin. As the Engineer, Bob Morse worked the engine, to help make up the train, the throttle felt "Soggy". He reported it to the mechanics at the Bartlett Roundhouse, they checked the loco over, but could not find the problem. Bob and his fireman, Oscar Clemons, went back to work. Again, Bob reported the sluggish response of the 505, the shop crews brought her in to the Roundhouse and did everything but dump the fire and pull the boiler jacket off, which Bartlett was not equipped for anyway. So at about 8:00 the 505, took her place, on a WESTBOUND extra freight, about mid train. The train departed at about 8:30 a.m. Bob Morse was a popular man, but pushed his loco's to their operational limits, he got every bit of operational power out of the engine he was running, he was very good. One trick almost all engineers had in those days was to run the loco water low. This gave you the maximum amount of steam pressure and the maximum performance from the loco, but the engineer had to have a fireman that could handle the task, it was a dangerous dance, but Oscar Clemons had worked with Bob Morse for years and knew exactly what he was doing. At about 10:00 the train passed Willey House Station, Mile post 81 about 1/4 mile up the track it becomes straight and levels off. The 505 was traveling at 40 MPH under past maximum pressure, when the loco reached this point Oscar opened the petcock for water and the engine exploded. The boiler failed just in front of the drive wheel 2nd from the firebox (3rd driver from the front). The explosion blew Engineer Morse out of the cab and 500 feet back. The Locomotive lifted clean out of the train, fracturing the connecting bar between the engine and tender, flew up in the air 60 feet, turned end for end and dropped upside down and over the bank, crushing the cab with Oscar Clemons still inside, before rolling back on her side and coming to rest. Investigators found that the sight glass used to measure the water in the boiler was faulty, the boiler plates failed due to metal fatigue and the soggy feeling Mr. Morse was feeling while working in the yard, were the plates flexing. It blew the face plate of the locomotive off and split the boiler from Stack to bell. The explosion was so loud that it created an " Acoustic echo". The explosion was not heard at the Willey Station, but at the Mount Willard Dwelling it was like a clap of thunder. The trees in the area were all blistered, Mr. Morses watch was found in a tree, 20 feet off the ground. the water can that held water and a drinking cup was blown over a mile away. However, Mr. Morses wooden lunch pail was found beside the engine, on a rock. This was a round pail with plates in it, not ONE plate was broken. Mr. Morse survived the explosion and being thrown 500 feet, he was found crawling towards a brook, all he said was, I know I'm done for, go check on Oscar. Oscar Clemons was trapped in the wreck, still alive. Both men made it to the hospital, both died at about the same time, 6:oo that evening. Maine Central, not in it's finest hour tried to sue Mrs. Morse for the loss of the equipment and damage. However in the court search it was found that 505 had received damage to it's boiler, while in service in Baldwin Maine. Although not catastrophic , it did do some damage. It was also found that the 505 had been reported at least 5 times the previous month as having a leaky boiler, nothing was done. MeCRR dropped the suit, Mrs. Morse counter sued and won. The youngest surviving son of Oscar Clemons, now in his 80's commissioned a granite memorial to be placed near the site. It was put there several years ago. From a story penned by Bartlett, NH native Scotty Mallett based on first hand accounts from families of those involved. This version was taken from: _http://www3.gendisasters.com/9768/crawford-notch-nh-mec-steam-locomotive-505-explosion-july-3-1927 The youngest surviving son of Oscar Clemons, George Croston, had a brass plaque made with which he cut and fabricated a memorial from granite that came from his property in Brunswick, ME. He placed the memorial near the explosion site some years ago. This page was researched and written by Scotty Mallett. Photos courtesy of Robert Girouard. More Railroad Pages - Menu Top Right... Some Photos on this page, and elsewhere on this web-site, are part of the Raymond W. Evans collection now owned by Robert Girouard. We extend our gratitude for his permission to use them as part of this and other stories. - - Dave

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 Commerce in Bartlett 1890 to 1960 Upper Village Area Albany Avenue From 1900 to the early 1980's every day in Bartlett Village began with the 7 a.m. steam whistle at the Peg Mill which could be easily heard for several miles around. The noon break was similarly begun, and the day ended, at 5 p.m. when the final whistle of the day was sounded. For many, life revolved around the plaintive signal from the Mill. When the first settlers arrived in Bartlett in the 1790's today's Upper Village was the "end of the line" as far as passable roads were concerned. It was not until 1807 when the Tenth Mountain Turnpike was completed through Crawford Notch that the Village became an important mid-way point along the way from Lancaster to Portland. It opened the way for artists and writers to more easily visit the area and through their written accounts and paintings the tourist industry was born. Teamsters in great caravans a quarter mile long, sometimes stopped in the Village and several stage lines also brought travelers who would stay the night before continuing through the Notch. It would be another seventy years until the boom generated by the railroad passing through town gave the Village a memorable boost. Before the railroad came to Bartlett most activity revolved around self sufficient farming and small lodging houses. The population was about 670 in all of Bartlett. With the coming of the Portland and Ogdensburg Railroad in 1873, The Village of Bartlett realized a dramatic increase in population and commerce. The demand increased more when the railroad was completed through Crawford Notch in 1875. Unlike today, 100 years ago Bartlett Village was a bustling place. By 1890 the population was about 1200 but that number was about triple that during the summer months. The precise history of exactly where many of the business were located is sketchy however; In 1893 (or 1896 depending which story you believe) the entire Village business district was destroyed by a fire that spread with lightening like rapidity. Within 2-½ hours but one store was left in the place. Fourteen families had been burned out and the Maine Central Railway Station, restaurant, and freight depot, together with the post office were destroyed. The other principal losses included: Mr. & Mrs. Foster, general store, -P.J. Martin, general store, - F. Garland, drugs and jewelry, -E.O. Garland building -J. Emery house, - J. Head house -H.E. Brooks grocery store, -H.L. Towle’s building, - A.L. Meserve building, -Miss Emily A. Merserve's tenement block, - Miss Bates, millinery. The primary point being that most of the buildings in the Village Business area must be newer than the 1893 fire. Considering the great numbers of businesses that thrived here it is a little surprising that so few of them are remembered in any great detail or even where they were located. Below is Albany Ave, 1915, looking North. Church steps on left, Post Office on the right and Howard Hotel. Various sources identify these businesses as existing in the Village area about 1890: (We might assume that many of these were destroyed in the 1893 fire) George Brothers Drygoods, Gents Furnishings, Boots and Shoes; P.J. Martin, Clothing, Gents Furnishings and Undertaking; W.S.Foster - Livery & Boarding Stable; Frank Simono, Barber & Shoemaker; P. Fortier, Barber; H.L. Brooks & Co. Groceries-Meats-Provisions; E. Sarson, General Store E.O. Garland General Mdse; Garland, Howard & Co, General Merchandise; Ed Butler, Groceries, Confectionery & Cigars; F.E. Garland, Drugs & Jewelry; Geo. M. Knowles, Newsroom & Barber By the 1920's the following business names were added to the list: The Howard Garage, repairs and gasoline, air and storage; Garland's Ice Cream Parlor and Tea Room; James Donahue's General Store; Garland Bros. Drug Store; In addition to these endeavors the Village also had a movie theater showing first "the silents" followed years later by "the talkies" , a pool room, a Village Band, two Doctors, two Churches and there was a bowling alley on River Street. The Bartlett Free Public Library (established in 1896) was housed on the lower level of the Congregational Church. The Village also had its own jail located just off Albany Avenue on the south side of the railroad tracks. One must remember that during these days there were no paved roads between Bartlett and Portland and most traffic came and went by train. Additionally there were at least a dozen Inns and lodging places in the Village that served the travelling public. For a time, Upper Bartlett Village was "the place to be", out-ranking nearby North Conway, which holds that distinction today. Garland's Store, Barbershop and Post Office on Albany Ave. No Date was provided but probably in the 1940-1950 range. Garlands was a drug store, but also sold clothing, footwear and hardware. This building is on Albany Avenue, just across the tracks on the right...Most recently it has been transformed to apartments. The brown building at the center of the lower picture was most recently Jacobson's Grocery Store. Now (2019) the building is gone and now a vacant lot. Sidebar Pictured above is the G.K. Howard Store, also on Albany Avenue. Later it was The General Thermostat Factory. Driving south on 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. Mr. Howard at his office, below. The line down the right side of the picture is not a wrinkle...it's an electric wire. Granville K Howard Mr. Howard was 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 would later be known as the Bartlett Hotel. He owned "Howard's Camps" , which later became Silver Springs Campground. The Dunrovin Inn was originally the private Residence of GK Howard and before he opened the Howard Hotel he had taken in travelers at this location. 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., He died in November of 1949. The Dunrovin Inn: G.K. Howard's Inn and Residence. Photo about 1940. --------------------------------- Howard's Camp , later Silver Springs Campground. 1920's: Albany Avenue looking north towards today's Route 302. The storefront was later to be Wimpy Thurston's grocery store, followed by Jacobson's grocery store and thereafter it was briefly used as living space for Peter Marcoux with a youth center downstairs. It was later demolished and is an empty lot today (2019). I don't know what store it may have been at the time of this photo, the identifying signs are not readable, even when enlarged. The building next door is the Garland Hotel and next to that is the Union Congregational Church . Across from the Church was the former James Donahue General Store , which later became Mallett's Grocery Store. 1920's: Railroad Square. The railroad tracks are just off to the right of this picture. The first house on left was where Helen Hayes lived and took in boarders. The house burned in the 1980's and was replaced with the building that is there today (2019). Next to that, with the flat roof, is the I.O.O.F (Independent Order of Odd Fellows) Hall. It was also used by the Knights of Pythias. It also had a movie theater and stage for live performances. The Lloyd Chandlers live in the next house today. The steeple (if that's what it's called) of the School is visible at right top. During the 1950's and 60's the foreground area was a popular spot for impromptu baseball games on weekends or after school. With the lack of an umpire some games became very contentious often ending with the owner of the balls and bats taking his equipment and going home. Some residents of that time period might remember playing "cowboys and Indians " in the woods, a popular game, however, in Bartlett, it was played with real guns...(although probably not loaded). Meanwhile, out on main street..... In the 1930's The Main Street through Bartlett was dominated by elm trees, residences, Inns, a few restaurants and bars and automobile service stations. In 1854, Bartlett's first church, The Chapel of the Hills , occupied a spot in front of today's school. An establishment on Main Street known as the Red Rooster had a reputation as a popular "drinking" spot. A bit later, a similar establishment known as The Main Street Restaurant was operated by Eleanor Macumber across the street from Howard's Texaco . Farther west on Main Street, Bob Davis operated a home heating oil business. Bartlett Village streets were lined with mature elm trees up until the mid 1940's when the Dutch Elm disease decimated them and none remain today. 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. 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. For quite a time they 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. The top photo of the What Not Shop is from the mid 1950's The Beginning of changing times. As quickly as prosperity arrived, it departed almost as quickly, when rail passenger service on the Maine Central was discontinued in 1958. By 1983 freight service also ended and the Village fell silent, although most of the residents remained. It is interesting to note the overall decline in merchandise and service businesses from 1960 through 2020; even though the overall Town population has nearly tripled over that time span the population of the Upper Village area has remained about the same, at least as near as can be told by outward appearances. It is estimated that fewer than 500 people reside in the immediate Village area. This has been a result of changing modes of transportation and the centralization of businesses closer to the major population centers..(i.e. the Conway area) . The economic realities of operating a business in smaller local's took its toll on the Upper Village area. When zoning was implemented in the 1980's all of Albany Avenue was zoned residential, thus excluding any business activities. Despite the changes over the years it seems today's residents of the Village area are quite content with everything just as it is. The tourist industry has seen a significant change as travelers tastes and demands changed the smaller Inns and lodgings decreased correspondingly. Bartlett as a whole has prospered as Attitash and Storyland became the focus of attention supporting both the tourist business and a boom in condominium and second home construction and ownership in the town.

BARTLETT HISTORIC SOCIETY PO Box 514 - 13 School St. Bartlett, NH 03812 1952 Aerial Photos (Some are later Dates and are so noted in the description area) Bartlett Village Area, Glen, Intervale, Kearsarge and a few of jackson Flip through the collection using the arrows on each side of the photo. Hoover mouse cursor over photo to see a brief description under photo. Recommended for desktop computers. Photos courtesy of Alan Eliason and unknown airplane pilot. Jackson - Whitneys Jackson - Whitneys Village Area - Silver Springs Area West end before Harts Location - Cobb Farm Rd at left Village Area - Silver Springs Area West end before Harts Location - Cobb Farm Rd at left Village Area - Garland's Mountain Home Rte 302 West of Village Village Area - Garland's Mountain Home Rte 302 West of Village Village Area - Peg Mill Area - Don't look for it today...it burned. Village Area - Peg Mill Area - Don't look for it today...it burned. Showing tracks leading to the round house. Garlands Cabins and Restaurant at center. Chippanock Inn at lower left. Showing tracks leading to the round house. Garlands Cabins and Restaurant at center. Chippanock Inn at lower left. Village Area - Garlands Restaurant and Cabins at Center - Chippanock Inn at lower center - Gulf gas station lower left Village Area - Garlands Restaurant and Cabins at Center - Chippanock Inn at lower center - Gulf gas station lower left Village Area - 1983 courtesy Roger Marcoux - school in foreground - Hotel top left - Village Area - 1983 courtesy Roger Marcoux - school in foreground - Hotel top left - Village Area - Bartlett Hotel - Howards Texaco center and Bartlett High School lower right Village Area - Bartlett Hotel - Howards Texaco center and Bartlett High School lower right Village Area - Town Center -RR Station and school at far right side - Garland House and Thurston's Store bottom center Village Area - Town Center -RR Station and school at far right side - Garland House and Thurston's Store bottom center Village Area - School 1958 perhaps - Catholic Church and Dudley house Village Area - School 1958 perhaps - Catholic Church and Dudley house Village area - 1958 (about) Perkins House, school, church Village area - 1958 (about) Perkins House, school, church Village Area - 1950's Looking East - Thermostat factory covered by pall of smoke Village Area - 1950's Looking East - Thermostat factory covered by pall of smoke Village Area - 1951 Farms east of Village - Sky Valley Motor Court at center - Big Jim McDonald of Livermore fame lived next to Sky Valley; his house was part of the former Timothy George Farm. Village Area - 1951 Farms east of Village - Sky Valley Motor Court at center - Big Jim McDonald of Livermore fame lived next to Sky Valley; his house was part of the former Timothy George Farm. Village Area - 1951 to Cook Farm Village Area - 1951 to Cook Farm Village Area - 1966 Big Bear Ski Clearing - Gene Chandler house far right side Village Area - 1966 Big Bear Ski Clearing - Gene Chandler house far right side Village Area - 1951 Saco River. Nearly all this land south of the Saco river was the Obed Hall Farm in the early 1800's. He also operated a Tavern located where today's park is in the Village. Village Area - 1951 Saco River. Nearly all this land south of the Saco river was the Obed Hall Farm in the early 1800's. He also operated a Tavern located where today's park is in the Village. Village Area - Yates Farm - photo dated 1949 Village Area - Yates Farm - photo dated 1949 Sky Valley takes in the center area. Big Jim McDonald's at lower right. He was a big name at Livermore and was one of the last to move out of Livermore. Sky Valley takes in the center area. Big Jim McDonald's at lower right. He was a big name at Livermore and was one of the last to move out of Livermore. On the road to Glen - Bellhurst Inn. Just east of Attitash - RR tracks - Inn and Barn - Rte 302 On the road to Glen - Bellhurst Inn. Just east of Attitash - RR tracks - Inn and Barn - Rte 302 Glen - Woodshed Area - Norman and Kathleen Head's home now Glen - Woodshed Area - Norman and Kathleen Head's home now Glen - Saco River Cabins and Covered Bridge Area - Rt 302 at bottom, RR tracks and West Side Rd at top Glen - Saco River Cabins and Covered Bridge Area - Rt 302 at bottom, RR tracks and West Side Rd at top Glen - Bernerhof Area Glen - Bernerhof Area Grants Store lower center later became the Red Parka Pub. Today's Patch's Marketplace occupies the empty area at top right. The current Grant's Grocery store is now in the empty area at bottom left. Grants Store lower center later became the Red Parka Pub. Today's Patch's Marketplace occupies the empty area at top right. The current Grant's Grocery store is now in the empty area at bottom left. Glen Junction 16 and 302 - Storybook Inn center - You can't quite see it but an enlarged view shows a traffic accident in process at the Junction. Glen Junction 16 and 302 - Storybook Inn center - You can't quite see it but an enlarged view shows a traffic accident in process at the Junction. Glen - Stanleys Hill - So named after Stanley's Restaurant now Sunrise Shack Glen - Stanleys Hill - So named after Stanley's Restaurant now Sunrise Shack

Source: White Mountains National Forest. In 1831, Thomas Russell in the then Burton, NH (which would later become Albany) acquired five 100 acre lots for a total of $5.25. One lot was numbered 13 in the Fourth Range of the North Division of the town. On lot 13, Thomas, assisted by his second son, Amzi (pronounced aim-zee), built the frame structure that stands today. In 1832, Thomas and his wife, Ruth, sold lot 13 and the house to Amzi. On December 3, 1834, Amzi Russell married Eliza Morse George, after which they moved to the house. Eliza and Amzi raised five daughters here; one of who was Ruth Priscilla Russell. The family subsided on the meager garden crops they were able to grow, supplemented by wild game as well as fruits of the field, forest, and stream. They received a moderate income from a sawmill and from a store that they ran in their home at one time. During the years from 1834 through 1877, Amzi acquired thousands of acres of virgin timberland. He was certain that the railroad would eventually come into the valley and transport his prized timber to the mills in Conway and Bartlett. The logging railroads did eventually arrive, unfortunately too late in 1877, Amzi Russell died, leaving a mortgage and unpaid taxes on approximately 8,700 acres, all but the home lot of 100 acres and an additional 192 acres in three separate lots were sold to meet the family’s financial obligations. In 1887, Eliza Russell deeded the property to her daughter, Ruth Priscilla, and Ruth’s husband, Thomas Alden Colbath, who continued to farm the land and care for the aging Eliza. In the late 1880s, the population of the valley had grown. There were 20 or more farms, two schoolhouses, and a small hotel. During the summer, many visitors came to enjoy the clean air and the relaxing surroundings. In 1890, the first Passaconaway Post Office was set up in the house and Ruth Priscilla Colbath became the first postmistress. She held the position until 1906 or 1907. One day in 1891, Thomas Colbath left the house, saying he would be back “in a little while.” Ruth never saw him again. She remained in the house where she had been born, eking out a meager living. It is told that she placed a light in her window each night, expecting Thomas to return. On November 15, 1930. Mrs. Colbath died at the age of 80, still believing that her husband would eventually return. Three years later, Thomas Alden Colbath did indeed return to the deserted house and heard the story about his wife, now deceased, and a light that shone each night for 39 years in the darkness of the Passaconaway Valley. Thomas indicated that he had no quarrel with his wife. He had remained in the area for at least a year after which he began wandering farther and farther away. After a time, he said that he was too ashamed to return to his wife and home. What prompted his return? It is anyone’s guess. Thomas discovered upon his arrival that he had no home, as the estate of his wife had been settled the previous year. The proceeds from the sale of the land and home had been divided among Mrs. Colbath’s closet known living relatives; four cousins. Thomas remained for a short time before he once again wandered away. Buried in the village cemetery, just east of the house, are Thomas and Ruth Russell, Amzi and Eliza Russell, and Ruth Priscilla Colbath, in addition to other family members. Ruth Priscilla’s grave is the sole family member’s stone to be marked. It is situated where, in death, she can continue to view her home and the mountains she loved so dearly in life. New owners, who used the place as a summer residence, renovated the house in 1935. The barn and shed were torn down at that time. In 1848, extensive repairs were made to preserve the aging house. It is fortunate that the owners did little to change the original setting as was feasible and is open to the public as a historic site. For more information, cal One fall afternoon in 1891, 41-year-old Thomas Colbath left the farm to run some errands. He told his wife, “I’ll be back in a little while,” and headed down the road. When it started to get dark, Ruth lit an oil lamp and put it in the window to help him find his way in. But Thomas Colbath didn’t return that night, or the next day. Friends searched the roads for him in vain. Did he get lost? Mauled by a bear? Suffer a heart attack? Robbed and murdered? Perhaps he had some dementia event and lost his memory? Or had he simply walked out on his wife? Ruth never saw him again. She remained alone in the house where she was born, eking out a living, waiting for her husband to return. Ruth lit the oil lamp in the window every night for the next 39 years, hoping for Thomas to find his way home. 83-year-old Thomas Colbath back home again after 39 years of “running errands.” Courtesy White Mountain National Forest Visitor Information Services Ruth died in 1930 at the age of 80. Three years after she died, 83-year-old Thomas returned. He offered conflicting explanations for why he had left and where he had been the previous 42 years. Thomas indicated that he had no quarrel with his wife. He had remained in the area for about a year, and then began wandering farther away. Some versions of the story suggest he made his way to Cuba and then on to Panama, where he worked digging the Panama Canal. Other versions have him in California or out west building railroads. After being gone for a while, Thomas was too embarrassed and ashamed to return to his wife and home. What inspired his eventual return is unknown. Perhaps he wanted to face his sins and ask forgiveness before he died. But that didn’t happen. Thomas was told by neighbors that his wife had died, and the home had been sold. Ruth’s estate had been settled, and the proceeds from the sale divided among her cousins. Ruth was buried in a small cemetery within sight of the house she was born in and had never ventured far from. Thomas wandered away and was never seen again. When my tour of the homestead completed, I resumed on my way running errands, only now with the story of Ruth and Thomas Colbath on my mind. His concept of “be back in a little while” was very different from mine when I said something similar this morning … and I don’t think my wife will keep the porch light on for the next 39 years either. Recognizing the historical significance of the Russell-Colbath homestead, the U.S. Forest Service purchased the property in 1961, preserving the house and running a museum there ever since. In 1987, the Russell-Colbath House was placed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Dr. Harold Shedd Source: em>Genealogical and family history of the state of New Hampshire: Volume 4 - By Ezra S. Stearns, William Frederick Whitcher, Edward (Ed. note: George Horsley is Harold's father) GENEOLOGY George Horsley Shedd, son of George and Rebecca (Frost) Shedd, was born in Waterford, Maine, February 13, 1853. George Horsley's preliminary education was obtained in the public schools of Norway, Maine, and in the Norway Liberal Institute. After teaching a few years he entered the Medical School of Maine, from which lie graduated in June, 1879. His further medical education was obtained by post-graduate work in New York. Philadelphia, Berlin, and the hospitals of Berne, London. Paris, and Edinburgh. He is a member of the New Hampshire Board of Medical Examiners, of the Conway Board of Health, of his county, state and the Maine Medical Societies, also of the American Medical Association. He is a Mason, being a member of Mt. Washington Lodge and Signet Royal Arch Chapter of North Conway, and of St. Girard Commandery, Knights Templar, of Littleton, New Hampshire. He commenced the practice of medicine in Bartlett, New Hampshire, during the summer of 1879, and in the spring of 1883 moved to Fryeburg. Maine, where he resided until 1891, when he removed to North Conway, where he has since resided and been actively engaged in the practice of his profession. He married, May 15, 1880, Mary Hall, daughter of Solcman Smith and Emily Augusta (Warren) Hall. Genealogy: She descended on the paternal side from Hate Evil Hall, son of one of three brothers who came from England and settled in New Hampshire. Hate Evil Hall (2) was born at Dover, New Hampshire, in 1707, and afterward settled in Falmouth, Maine, where he died, November 28, 1797. He married Sarah Furbish, of Kittery, Maine, by whom he had thirteen children: Dorothy. Daniel, Hate Evil, Mercy, Ebenezer, Abigail, William, John, Jedediah, Andrew, Nicholas, Paul and Silas. Jedediah (3), son of Hate Evil and Sarah (Furbush) Hall, married (first). Hannah Hussey, and (second), Elizabeth Clough. His children were: Peter, Joel, Elizabeth, Aaron, Mercy, Moses, Abigail, David, Jonathan, Ann and Dorcas. Jonathan (4), son of Jedediah, married Mary, daughter of Joshua Smith, who was town treasurer of Norway, Maine, for twenty years. Soloman Smith Hall (5), son of Jonathan and Mary (Smith) Hall, was born at Norway, Maine, June 10, 1821, and died at Waterford, Maine, January 8, 1895. He married (first), November, 1852, Emily Augusta Warren, granddaughter of Abijah Warren, who was born in Taunton. Massachusetts, October 15, 1762, and at the age of thirteen entered active service as minuteman in the battle of Lexington, and served with distinction throughout the Revolutionary war. She was born in Paris, Maine, April 22, 1832, and died in Norway, Maine, August 29, 1861. Of this marriage there were born three children: Mary, Julia and Lizzie E. He married (second), Olivia G. Warren, by whom one child was born : Sidney Smith Hall, now living in Waterford, Maine. Mary, daughter of Soloman Smith and Emily (Warren) Hall, and wife of Dr. George H. Shecld, was born in Norway, Maine, March 6, 1854. They have one child, George Harold, born in Bartlett, New Hampshire, November 1, 1882. He is a graduate of Harvard University, A. B. 1905, and is now a student in Harvard Medical School. Mrs. Shedd has always been active in educational and charitable work. She is ex-president of the North Comvay Woman's Club, of which she is one of the founder's ; president of the Woman's Educational League ; vice-regent of Anna Stickney Chapter, Daughters of the American Revolution, an3 chairman of the industrial and child labor committee of both the New Hampshire Federation of Woman's Clubs and New Hampshire Daughters of the American Revolution. John Z. Shedd was born at Norway, Maine, July 8, 1861. During the autumn of 1884 he went to Fryeburg. Maine, and entered Fryeburg Academy, from which he was graduated in 1886. The two following years were devoted to teaching and reading medicine. In 1891 the degree of M. D. was received from the Medical School of Maine, at Brunswick, since which time he has taken several post-graduate courses in New York. In 1891 he began the practice of medicine at North Conway, New Hampshire, where he has since resided and has met with a good degree of success. He is a member of his county, state and the Maine medical societies, as well as of the American Medical Association. Early in his twenty-first years he was made a Mason in Oxford Lodge, Ancient Free and Accepted Masons, Norway, Maine, and during the following year joined Union Royal Arch Chapter in the same town. He later withdrew from these societies to become a member of similar bodies* in the town of his adoption, where he has been an active Masonic worker, being past high priest of his chapter, of which he is a charter member. In more recent years he has become a member of St. Girard Commandery, Knights Templar, at Littleton, New Hampshire, and also of Bektash Temple, Nobles of the Mystic Shrine, at Concord, New Hampshire. Myrtie Nina Shedd was born at Norway, Maine, September 16, 1875. Alton Brackett Shedd was born at the same place, February 17, 1880. AAbout two years after the birth of the latter, the children with their parents removed to Waterford, where they resided until after the death of their father, in 1893. Later, with their mother, they removed to Fryeburg, Maine, where both were graduated from Fryeburg Academy. On September 20, 1899, Myrtie N. was married to Dr. Byron W. McKeen. a native of Fryeburg, and a classmate in the academy. He received his M. D. from the Medical School of Maine, and, after serving one year as house physician at the Maine Insane Hospital, settled in Saxony, Massachusetts, where by his pleasing personality and medical skill he built up a large and lucrative practice. He died of pneumonia. May 7, 1903, at the age of twenty-eight years. Shortly after his sister had become settled in Massachusetts, Alton B. and his mother removed to the same town and household, where they all have continued to reside. Alton B. accepted a position with the Dennison Manufacturing Company at South Framingham, where he has been advanced to becoming the head of one of its departments. SHEDD WOODS Shedd Woods is located on Route 16 and 302 directly across the highway from the Memorial Hospital. This 13-acre parcel is named for Dr. Harold Shedd, the former owner. Received by the Town in 1973 partly as a gift from the Pequawket Foundation as well as federal monies from the Land and Water Conservation Fund. The property is forested primarily with tall White Pines, thus creating a special overhead forest canopy, giving the landscape a dark, deep, cool and quite atmosphere. A picnic area at the edge of the drop off down to the Saco River floodplain opens up a “photo op” of the Saco Valley and the Moat Mountains just beyond in the National Forest. A connecting parcel, also given to the Town by the Pequawket Foundation, gives access to Shedd Woods from River Road. This long, narrow 3-acre lot on the east bank of the Saco River is primarily an open field maintained by the Town for picnicking, sunbathing, and swimming in the Saco. The Doctor Harold Shedd that some of us old folks can remember visiting in our childhood was Born in Bartlett in 1882, he graduated from Harvard in 1910, then spent several years in Boston and New York hospitals before returning to North Conway to practice with his father, also a country doctor. (see left column) What trauma he treated in the teens and 1920s came mainly from farm and logging accidents, and the occasional mountaineering mishap like the Jesse Whitehead accident on Mt. Washington that gained wide press attention in 1926. As interest in skiing accelerated in the 1930s, Dr Shedd's winters became increasingly occupied with treating sprains and fractures originating on the mountains and slopes of the region. He devised a new way to cast broken limbs that left openings to accommodate swelling, allowing patients to spend minimal time in the hospital. By virtue of his location in one of the hotbeds of skiing activity in the 1930s and 1940s he became one of the first experts in treating ski injuries in the country. Memorial Hospital gained expertise in the field along with him,alist in the treatment of ski injuries. In 1924 Dr. Shedd married Gertrude Greeley, the daughter of Adolphus W. Greeley, who was well known for his arctic expedition to Lady Franklin Bay from 1882-1884, and later became Chief Signal Officer for the US Army. When his father-in-law was presented with the Congressional Medal of Honor in 1935 for his arctic exploits, Dr. Shedd was kept from attending at the last minute by the need to minister to a casualty of Mt. Washington. Dr. Shedd died in 1964 while making a house call on Kearsarge Street in North Conway. His several legacies live on in the valley; one is Memorial Hospital itself, which he shepherded through its early years, at one point even re-locating the hospital into his own house for a year while finances stabilized. Evidence of his medical handiwork can even now be seen in the dim scars on a few of his local patients, whose wounds from mowing machines and axes he stitched. His other legacy is the community of skiers which he and his associates--Carroll Reed, Harvey Gibson, Joe Dodge, Bob Davis, Bill Whitney among them--did so much to create in the Eastern Slope Region. Originally published in the 2004 Hannes Schneider Meister Cup Race Program, March 2004. Thanks to Jeff Leich Executive Director of New England Ski Museum for letting us use part of the article. Who's who in New England: a biographical dictionary of leading living men ... By Albert Nelson Marquis 1919 SHEDD, George Horsley, M.D. : b. Waterford, Me., Feb. 13, 1953; s. George and Rebecca (Frost) Shedd, and descendant of Daniel Shedd. an early settler of Braintree, Mass.; prep. edn. Norway Liberal Inst.; M.D., Med. Sch. of Me. (Bowdoln Coll.), 1879; post-grad, work in New York, Phlla., Berlin, and hosps. of Berne, London. Paris and Edinburgh; m. Norway, Me., May 16, 1880, Mary Hall: 1 son. George Harold. Practiced at Bartlett, N.H ., and Fryeburg, Me., until 1891, since at North Conway, N.H. ; Burgeon-ln-chlef Memorial Hosp. ; mem. N.H. Bd. of Med. Examiners. Republican. Fellow Am. Coll. Surgeons: mem. Carroll Co. and Me. State med. socs.. A.M.A. Mason (K.T.). Recreations: pine tree farming. Address: North Conway, N.H. STATE OF NEW HAMPSHIRE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH REGISTRATION REPORT YEAR ENDING MARCH 31, 1882. MALARIA IN NEW HAMPSHIRE. The impression has been gaining ground within a year or two that malaria is rapidly invading the state, as it has some sections of Massachusetts and Connecticut. In reports received at this office from one hundred and sixty-five physicians, from nearly all sections of the state, less than thirty have seen anything like indigenous malaria in the state. The evidence received would not indicate that it is increasing in any marked degree, if at all. There are localities in which the topographical and sanitary conditions are such as to favor its development, and in such places it would be surprising if such malarial influences were not manifested. Several physicians, who report one or two cases each, have remarked that it was the first indication of malaria that they have seen in the locality, and hence expressed the opinion that it was invading sections of the state where it had never before existed.By a careful examination of the localities where it is reported to have existed, it was found that it occurred almost entirely along the larger rivers, especially the Connecticut, Ashuelot, and the Merrimack. There were very few instances given to indicate that it had a local origin. Most of the cases existed among men who "drive" logs down the Connecticut river to Holyoke or Hartford, and probably received the disease below our state line. The following is some of the testimony upon which this opinion is based George H. Shedd, M. D., Bartlett, N. H., "observed, in all, six cases of intermittent fever, in the early part of last spring— April. All these cases occurred in the camps of lumbermen. These were situated in a swampy district near a small pond. Camps were poorly ventilated, surrounded by quantities of decaying animal and vegetable matter. Some of the camps were overcrowded with men. Type, usually tertian, and most if not all, had suffered from the disease the previous summer while ' driving' the Connecticut. F. D. Henderson,M. D., West Stewartstown, N.H. "Have had about two cases,—one of the tertian type, and one of the quotidian. Cases well marked. The cases were not local, but occurred in two men who worked upon the river driving logs. C. R. Gibson, M. D., Woodsville, N.;Five cases, all rivermen passing through the place with logs in the river. Drs. T. B. C. A. Sanborn, of Newport, report fifteen cases intermittent, most of them well marked, and express the following opinion: "We have not observed any cases that have originated in this state, but have observed that they have been contracted in adjoining states, and we attribute the increase in the past two or three years to its invasion of Connecticut and Massachusetts, where part of cases were contracted. The following report from Dr. M. C. Dix, of Hinsdale, embraces a larger number of cases than have been reported by any other physician in the state, excepting one at Winchester. From the statement given, it would seem that these cases were of local origin: "Intermittent, one; quotidian and remittent, twenty. Our village lies directly upon the Ashuelot river, upon the outside, and upon the other, about a half mile to the south, lies the Connecticut. A canal which takes its rise from the Ashuelot, at the upper end of the village, runs at the base of the bluff back of the village for about four hundred yards. It is upou the low grounds bordering these rivers, and the canal, that I have treated a large majority of my cases of malaria. That there has been an increase of fevers of a remittent type during the last three years is evident to the physicians who are acquainted with the practice in our vicinity. The principal reason, to my mind, for this increase is this: that during the summer months the manufacturers who utilize the water of the canal take the opportunity of low water to repair its banks, and consequently the inhabitants in close proximity to the reeking ditch, filled with foul odors, are the principal sufferers. During the past year 1 have met with many cases, usually denominated ' bilious attacks,' especially among children, which have shown a marked periodicity as regards their worst symptoms, which invariably yielded to quinine. Dr. George W. Pierce, of Winchester, reports as follows : "I cannot give the number. The cases have all been mild, nearly all 'walking cases:' perhaps, in all, thirty. The cases have nearly all had a tertian character. There seems to be an increasing tendency to malarial manifestations ; cause, in doubt. It has been diffused all over town. It would seem from the reports of Drs. Dix and Pierce that the two south-west corner towns of the state, Hinsdale and Winchester, situated on the Connecticut and Ashuelot rivers, have experienced considerable malarial trouble,—very much greater than is reported from any other section of the state. Towns remote from the larger streams and ponds appear to be almost or quite exempt from malarial complications. There is but little evidence that malaria is increasing in this state other than that given above. No deaths are reported from malarial fever, and but a few (five or six) from cerebro-spinal meningitis. Several physicians report that in previous years they have observed malaria in their localities, but that during the past year none had been met with. The conclusions in the matter are, that sufficient evidence to prove that malaria is increasing in the state has not been presented ; that if it is increasing, its progress is so slow as to be nearly or quite imperceptible. At the close of the present year (1883) sufficient information and facts will be in the possession of this office to settle the question of its invasion into the state. toothache Malaria woods 1925 Lincoln Salon , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Further Reading Bill Clapp Eastern Slope Signal - Feb 1964 Dr Shedd Link Further Reading Jeff Leich - Conway Daily Sun Article - August 2017. 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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

Holiday Inn - Rest a Bit - The Forest - Glen Oaks Inn The Holiday Inn story begins long before the "Holiday Inn" as most of us think about it now. It started in the 1850's as a private residence and later a store. It began its life as an Inn in 1890 with Daniel and Mary Carlton as it's Innkeepers. The story continues and is told very effectively by Patsy Houghton Marr, a daughter of the owners during the 1950's. Their son, Ted, has provided a couple of links that provide a remarkable quantity of pictures and information. The links are provided at the bottom of this page. HOLIDAY INN HISTORY Written by Patsy Houghton Marr The inn was not always an inn. In fact, it was not always one building. Years ago, buildings were moved and merged as needs arose, and this building was no exception. The section of the living-room nearest New England Inn was built about 1835 and originally a general store. (The wide board floors under the current flooring are original.) Its original location was close to the present New England Inn pool. The other section of the living-room was a home and was built about 1850. Both properties were owned by Harry Mauran, who according to one of a Carlton granddaughter, had a stage name of “Bloodgood”. In the early 1880's, Mr. Mauran gave the small home to Daniel Dinsmore Carlton, who then purchased the store building and moved it to the current location and joined it to the home already there to make a home large enough for his and his wife Mary’s family, which home became known to all as the “Little Red House”. In 1890, after adding the third story and the classic Victorian mansard roof, he opened the building as an inn called "The Forest". The Carletons operated the inn as a summer vacation destination. There they raised their family (four children - twins Rose Mary and Mary Rose, Jeannette, and Ruth). Mr. Carlton was a stone mason who, in addition to laying the foundation for his own home and later inn, laid foundations for the Crawford House, the old covered bridge in Glen, and the Hampshire House across the street which was razed about 2000. The granite for the foundations came from the Redstone Quarry. About 1918, John and Gertrude Furnald purchased the inn. According to Ruth, then ninety-three years old, Mrs. Furnald said to Mr. Carleton, “Well, I’d like to purchase The Forest... how much do you want?” Mr. Carleton replied, “What will you offer me, Gert?” She said “I’ll give you $8000", and he said “Sold!”. The Furnalds renamed the inn "Rest-a-Bit". They are reported to be the first owners to open the inn during the winter months. In 1938, the Furnalds sold the inn to Warren & Bess Stanley from Beverly MA, who renamed the inn "Stanley's". They operated the inn during the war years with the challenge of finding enough ration stamps to obtain enough food for feeding the guests of the inn. He even allowed guests to pay their bills with ration stamps. In 1946, the Stanleys sold the inn to George and Charlotte Burgess. It was the Burgesses, who, inspired by the movie "White Christmas", changed the name to "Holiday Inn" which was retained until 1984. George was a ski instructor, which helped to supplement the income of the inn. George and Charlotte were the perfect hosts - both to their guests and to their circle of local friends. In 1950, the Burgesses sold the inn to Ed and Winnie Houghton. Ed was also a skier. In fact, it was his love of skiing that had driven his decision to give up the business world and become an innkeeper. He was torn between the two major ski kingdoms of the east - Stowe, Vermont, and North Conway, NH. (One of his best skiing friends, Hal Shelton, nearly simultaneously purchased the Golden Eagle in Stowe.) Patsy and Ted Houghton were the first children to grow up in the inn since the original Carlton family. The era of the Houghtons was the heyday of the skiers arriving by snow train and summer guests arriving by train. In the earlier years, there was a train station in Intervale, and trains ran twice a day. Guests were dependent on inn-keeper transportation and enjoyed three meals a day. Summer guests were treated to day-long outings with the Houghton family. Skier guests were transported to and from the slopes. The primary ski area was Cranmore Mountain, home of the famous Skimobile, which was a track with individual open cars pulled along the track by a cable. It was the days of the Alberg skiing technique made famous by the Austrian Hans Schneider . In the late 1960's, due to the demise of the snow trains and the proliferation of the automobile, lunch-time meals were dropped from the inn schedule. The Houghtons, like the Burgesses before them, entertained their guests and created a home-like atmosphere that caused long-time friendships to develop between them and their guests and among various groups of guests. In winter, the adults hovered by the fire entertained by Winnie as late as they liked. In summer, the activity focused on the screened front porch filled with comfortable wicker rockers and chaises interrupted only by wild croquet and badminton games. There were always raucous card games underway, and music flowed often from the hands of Winnie on the piano in the early years and later on the organ which replaced it. Ed occasionally joined her on his sax. (The baritone sax was the favorite.) For years Holiday Inn offered a winter attraction for area visitors and even made the Boston newspapers for a winter ice show over 50 feet in height next to the stone cottage. The structure was actually the result of a well-directed hose serving as a “bleeder line” to prevent frozen pipes during the coldest sub-zero days of winter. In August of 1954, the Houghtons purchased the stone cottage and the acreage behind it from Everett and Anginette Weatherbee, who had spent many summers there. The cottage had been built by Marion Weston Cottle, one of the first NH lady lawyers. She came from Buffalo NY and had practiced law in New York City and Boston before moving to Intervale. She was known for being an enthusiastic lecturer on suffrage matters as well as other legal matters. Later the cottage became a gift shop known as “The Arrow” run by Cedelia Cox. The Houghtons' added heat and divided the cottage into two units. On 15 March, 1956, Ed Houghton’s parents purchased the house on the hill behind the inn, along with several acres. They spent many summers there, while the “Holiday Chalet”, as it was named, housed the overflow skier groups in winter. Finally, the senior Houghtons made this their permanent home until Mrs. Houghton, now a widow, could no longer live there alone. It was then that the little cottage at the rear of the inn was added as her residence. The “Chalet” became part of the inn property, and, after her death, the cottage became another guest unit. The original owner of the chalet, then known as “Sylva of the Pines”, was Attorney Marion Cottle. She lived there during the years that she practiced law in the stone cottage. In 1976, Bob & Lois Gregory bought the inn. Under the pressure of changing times, they began the transformation from the group baths (two on the first floor and one on the 3rd floor) to private baths. This reduced the former 12-room inn to 7-rooms. Meanwhile, the “Holiday Chalet” became the permanent home of the Houghtons where they lived until 199__. In 1984, Jim and Lynne Clough purchased the inn. It was they who decided to return to the original name of “The Forest”. Holiday Inn had been a wonderful name for many years, but the proliferation of the Holiday Inn chain had greatly complicated guest inquiries and reservations. In the 1960's the Houghtons' had succeeded in legally blocking the chain from building in Carroll County, but the Cloughs decided to make the name change anyway. In the late 1980’s, Ken and Rae Wyman purchased the inn. They were the first to dub the inn as a B&B and advertise it as such. Rae Wyman made many decorative changes to restore the rooms to a more Victorian decor. She also served afternoon tea to her guests on an assortment of English fine china. (Ken Wyman Obituary) In 1996, Bill and Lisa Guppy acquired the inn. They ran it as a B&B until 2004, when sale was necessitated by Bill’s rapidly declining health. He died the day after the sale in January of 2005. The newest owners are Mitch Scher and Linda Trask, who renamed the inn “The Glen Oaks Inn”, which became official at a special Open House on June 1, 2005. They operated it for 13 years, until 2017. Linda informed this editor that the Inn was sold in December 2017. The owners of the New England Inn purchased the Inn and knocked it down. We loved the Inn and enjoyed all the people that came through its doors. And with that, another piece of history is reduced to pictures, stories and memories. A Quick 180 year Summation: 1835 Mr Mauran operated a General Store here. 1890: An Inn called The Forest 1918: An Inn called The Rest-a-Bit 1938: An Inn called Stanley's 1946: An Inn called Holiday Inn 1984: An Inn called The Forest 2005: An Inn called The Glen Oaks 2025: No information found... "The Other Holiday Inn" A story of Tradename Infringement. Click Picture for a larger "Pop-Up" More about George Burgess in an Eastern Slope Signal Article about his career move in 1963; a picture of him too. READ IT HERE CHALET Ted Houghton provided these PDF files that are Authored by Patsy Houghton Marr. They incorporates the history shown at left along with pictures, old brochures and other memorabilia. Ted offers the caveat "That this is a very large file and it may take a minute to download onto your computer screen..." This editor found it well worth the wait...but they both downloaded in only a few seconds for me. _______________________________________ 2025 UPDATE: These Links Were Provided in 2013, twelve Years Ago. As of January 2025 the links are still working. __________________________________________________ www.wxtoad.com/images/nh/Holiday_Inn_Booklet.pdf Ted also offers us his story about "Growing- Up in a Country Inn" _____________________________________ 2023 Update: This link seems to work and well worth a look ! https://wxtoad.com/index.php/our-travels/new-england/growing-up-in-a-country-inn

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1940 Bartlett High School class reunion