Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Which Barn is it Anyway?


By Sharon Lakey

This whole barn question started with Robin Rothman’s Four Barns prints for the Danville Historical Society. During the 70’s and 80’s, Robin roamed the back roads of the area, sketching interesting looking things. At the time, she was an art student at Antioch College and her mother had a house way back in North Danville. Forty or fifty years later, four of these sketches have been reproduced for the public in the form of limited prints and note cards.

It’s funny how memory works. Of the four sketches, one of the barns has raised some eyebrows. Robin would write on the bottom of most of the drawings notes about where they were sketched. That is a good thing, because things change considerably in a landscape, and memories that we thought were crystal clear have somehow become distorted through time.

The barn in question had such a note: “Barn that stood across Rt. 2 from school in Danville.” It is of a dilapidated looking building with all kinds of appendages—a square silo, a cupola, a long, slanted shed on the left, several doors askew on the front and a large tree growing up among surrounding foliage. It has a gambrel roof and a shed dormer, too. Also, the front treatment of the clapboards looks odd, because Robin has made the tone of clapboards darker in patches on the front of the barn. When we printed the sketches, Robin said, “Oh, that barn got burnt or torn down.”

When I showed the sketch to Dot (Ayer) Larrabee, she studied it a bit and said, “They used to have dances in that barn. But that isn’t how I remember it. I’m not sure it is the right one.”(Of course, Dot was living in West Danville as a young woman and had the benefit of the elegant Point Comfort dance hall.) Winona Gadapee dropped in, and her memory is almost always a sure thing.

“That was part of the Smith house,” she said, holding the sketch in her hand. Things looked a little dim for identification as she began shaking her head in confusion. I got a phone call just then and Winona kept the sketch in hand for quite a span. When I hung up, she said, “Don’t throw the idea away, though,” she said. “My parents took me to some dances in the barn on Route 2 and that may be where we came in,” she said, her finger tracing the slanted shed. “And that looks like where we stood inside,” she said, pointing this time to the shed dormer. There was a lot of room for dancing up there.” She also informed me that it had burned in 1950 and her husband, Arnie, had helped fight the fire.

I went back into the archives and brought out a 1929 all-class photo of Phillips Academy, and we looked at the Smith place, house and barn, which are in the background of that photo. The roof of that barn isn’t gambrel. We know that Jane and Guil Kitchel own a barn now on that location, a nice newer-looking red one right on Route 2. It has a gambrel roof, but it is a far cry from the barn in the sketch. Did Guil build a new one in the old one’s place?

On my way home that evening, I happened to meet up with Robin; the note card was in my hand, and I explained that the barn was somewhat of a mystery. I was wondering if she may have been mistaken in her note taking. “I sat right across the road and sketched it!” she said without hesitation. I had to find figure this one out.

First, I called Guil, who is very attentive to details when it comes to history. When I explained the conundrum, he said his barn (the red one) was built in 1941. He also said there was a fire in 1950, started by a disgruntled hired man in the hay loft, but the barn had been saved. “You can see where some of the clapboards have been scorched,” he said.

With this new information, I went back with my camera the next morning. I still had the sketch in hand and when Guil came out to visit about it, he held the note card in his hand and nodded. “This is how it looked when we got it in the 80’s,” he said. We looked at the red barn from all angles. He explained the different things he had done to it, including taking all the old appendages off and clearing the foliage. Even the tin cupola, popular and inexpensive in the 40’s, was unstable and had to be taken down. “It’s a good barn, though,” he said, “great place for storage.” On the back, he showed me the scorched clapboards. “I had to replace the front ones, because they were rotted, but I haven’t replaced these yet.”

Mystery solved.

I called Winona and told her all about it, asking for any stories she may have about the dances. “Oh my, I was just in junior high. My mom and dad took me to them. I remember thinking the Hale boy was pretty cute, and he was there. Mom and Dad didn’t much like that, but they took him home that night in the back of the pickup. They were clean dances,” she said, “country style with a band.” They did square and string dances. “The barn seems smaller, now. There was room for a lot of dancers,” she said.

Talk about synchronicity. Glenn Badger from Danbury, CT, son of Geneva and Phil Badger, walked into Historical House the next day. His family was living in the Smith house during this period of time. He well remembers the dances held in the barn. His Aunt Maggie, who was in a wheelchair, took tickets and his parents set up a concession stand just inside the door at the top of the high drive. “Steamed hot dogs and that sort of thing,” he said. “Danville was a dry town in those days,” said Glenn. “People would keep alcohol in their cars and would go in and out for that.” He said the Texas Ramblers, a country band from St. Johnsbury, played and rememeberd in particular a woman named Kay who played the piano and Judge, the leader of the band.

Arnie Gadapee was working at Marty’s where I caught up with him to ask about the fire. It seems it was deer season and he and his buddies, Bob and Bill Beattie, had skipped school and gone deer hunting up at the camp behind Beattie’s. “We could see the fire from up there,” he said, “and we came back to help put it out. I remember getting onto a hose in the stable part of the barn, standing in my sneakers, water up to my knees. Poor Bob was up on the roof and someone swung an axe and hit him in the head with it. I think they had to take him up to Dr. Paulsen for some stitches.” When asked if he knew the story about the hired man starting the fire he said, “Now that you mention it, that rings a bell.”

I called Kate Beattie to see what she remembered about the hired man, but she wasn’t at home. Occie, her son, answered, and when I told him what I was calling about, he said he remembered sitting in school and watching the fire out the window. “Anything about the hired man?” I asked.


“Oh yeah, that’s what people were saying,” he replied.



For a photo album showing the barns in question, click here
This article was first published in the September, 2010, issue of The North Star Monthly.  

Danville Vermont hosts Danville Quebec on Fair Day


By Sharon Lakey, Director

Sunny weather, good company and Danville Fair--how could one beat that? After serious planning by Historical Society President, Paul Chouinard, and gracious people in our community saying “yes” to his proposed itinerary, quite a day was in store for our return visitors from Danville, QC. And the group’s willingness and good humor throughout the whole experience made it a pleasure to carry out the plans laid out by Paul and his Danville hosts and hostesses.

At around 9:30, the Canadian group met with our Select Board and Town Administrator, as well as Kate Beattie and Betty Calkins, for coffee, juice and warm muffins (a la Kate) at Historical House. While the two groups got to know one another, Paul excused himself to decorate the Sugar Ridge campground wagon upon which members of a merged contingent would shortly ride in the parade.

When he returned, Paul gathered those who would ride in the wagon, and the rest of us walked to the parade site. The Fair Committee had gone all out to welcome our French Canadian guests. The Town Hall was decorated with both national flags and the streets were lined with fairgoers. The six-hitch Sugar Ridge team carrying the contingent waited with patience and power in front of Diamond Hill store as our guests were welcomed by our national anthem, followed by the Canadian anthem, in both English and French.

Pierre Grimard, president of the large art symposium that is hosted in Danville, QC, was visibly moved and asked, “Who was that?”

“Toby Balivet,” I answered, “He is our Town attorney and a member of our recent delegation to Danville, QC.”

“Perfect,” said Pierre. “Perfect.”

After the parade, the group moved to Alice Hafner’s house on Danville Green, where she hosted a luncheon for the group and a mixture of other Danville guests in her lovely great room. Adding ambiance to the lunch, she had set a fire, which was most welcome. A chill wind, hinting that summer doesn’t last forever, was blowing. Making a special effort to pay a visit to the Canadians were Danville, VT, artists Jeff Gold and Nancy Diefenbach, who have attended the art symposium in Danville, QC.

After lunch, the group moved in two cars to Greenbank’s Hollow, where David Houston and Hollis Prior, leaders of that site renovation, gave a short tour and talk about the mill site. Packets provided to the group included photos of the former huge textile mill located there. David and Hollis are experts at explaining where the mill sat and how the water was directed through the huge stonework walls to provide the power for the mill. One could almost see the mill working.

Then it was off to Joe’s Pond along the Harvey’s Hollow, Keiser Pond and Oneida roads, then along the winding pond roads to Jane Milne’s camp. Chip, her son, was there waiting for us as captain of Jane’s comfortable pontoon boat. “We’re going on the water?” exclaimed Robert Lemire, an English speaking historian. “I don’t like the water much.” But he was encouraged by all and was a good sport. We loaded the boat. By previous arrangement Chip headed to Priest’s Island. Just a week before, North Star readers read Jane Brown’s article about the very islands we were to see. Chip drove us by Sam Whittier’s manmade island and then he headed to Priest’s Island, where we were greeted graciously by a surprised Abel Toll. We were pleased to go into the little temple there. It is beautifully kept and quiet, the columns giving it an air of grandeur for its small size. On the way back to shore, the loons made their appearance, not at all fearful as the boat slipped right by them. Robert was glad to be back on “terra firma,” and we said goodbye to Chip and Joe’s Pond.

Coming back through Danville, it was onto Hill Street and out to North Danville where Molly Newell was hosting a tea for our guests at the elegant and historical Broadview Farm bed and breakfast. After a guided tour of the house by Molly’s friend Carol Ottinger, Molly poured tea and coffee into china cups and guests were invited to partake of an assortment of delicious items from the table. The late afternoon sun and breeze made the large porch a relaxing respite for quiet conversation.

After tea, it was off with Sue and Dick Strifert leading the way to the Old North Church. Sue and Dick are directing the most recent renovations to the building. Dick led the tour through the building, explaining the work that is being accomplished now in renovating the windows and plaster walls as well as the history of the earlier renovation and care that the Old North Church committee has carried on for so many years. Some of the group climbed the stairs to the balcony where Dick pointed out the unusual slightly bowed timbers that create the great strength of the span across the building.

The group returned to Danville around 6:00 p.m. It had been a wonderfully busy day, full of learning and camaraderie. Before departing, Maier Hemond presented Paul a gift to the Town. Like the George Cahoon photo that now graces the Town offices in Danville, QC, we now have a 150 year celebration token of our sister town hanging in our Town Hall. It depicts their clock tower. Like ours, it still keeps good time.

To view a complete photo album of the event click here.
This article was first published in the September issue of The North Star Monthly.