Poem: The Free Soul – April 1917

Spring means new starts on the farm, new starts for the Town and perhaps a new start for your heart. I think this is the real New Year . Here is a portion of a much longer poem by J. Howard Flower, Four Corners, Hartland, Vt.

The Free Soul  – April 1917
Spring is Coming
That’s One Good Thing Nobody Can Prevent

The Duel Natures now begin
To rime with passing sweetness
The God without, the God within
Are teeming with completeness!!

All night premonitory throes
Of change came perseverant
And this chaotic dawn o’erflows
With voices incoherent.

In lofty solitudes afar,
Where hilltop snows are thawing’
I know the fir-shut hollows are
Now full of crows and cawing

I mark thine advent, hailing Spring’
As blithest of assurance:
It comes to pass, a heavenly thing
Above mankind’s concurrence.

The social powers that bear the purse
May thwart, and mete denial
To many things,- but not reverse
The tide upon the dial!!!

Reprinted from the Hartland Historical Society Newsletter, Spring 2005

The Mill at Water Quechee (Sumner Falls) – 1885

In the last issue of the newsletter, we talked about the Ottaquechee Woolen Mill and as this is a related article, I thought it might be of interest. I don’t know the story about the “mulish obstinacy” but it sure shows that Hartland knows how to give a party. This is from the Vermont Journal, Windsor, Vt. on October 3, 1885.

“Wednesday of this week was a day long to be remembered in Hartland. Never since   the Connecticut valley was settled has the region around Sumner Falls been so densely packed with men, women and children. There were at the least calculation 2000 people on the ground, and many good judges think that too low an estimate.

The occasion of this great gathering was in honor of the Newton brothers of  Holyoke, and  in celebration of the victory they have gained over the mulish obstinacy of the Ottaquechee Woolen Company. After discussing various methods by which the town might   give expression in some unmistakable way to the prevailing sentiment, it was  decided to hold a grand town picnic. That picnic has been held, and more complete success never attended a human undertaking. By the princely generosity of the Newtons in supplying the substantials, supplemented by endless varieties of cake and pies of Hartland make, the tables, nearly an eighth of a mile in length were literally loaded down, and after the thousands had been fed the tables still looked as though other thousands might be accommodated.

The Newtons arrived by mail train, which let them off at the crossing near the grounds, from which place they were escorted to the tables by a procession of citizens headed by the Hartland band, which, by the way, performed excellent service through the day.

After leaving the table, W.R. Sturtevant, one of the citizens committee, mounted the band stand and called the vast multitude to order. In reply to comments given out by the master of ceremonies, W.R. Sturtevant, the first speaker called upon was Rev. W.L.Noyes of Hartland, he being followed by Rev. B.M. Tillotson of Woodstock, Hon. E.M. Goodwin of Hartland, and S.M. Pingree, Esq. of Hartford. E.C. Emmons of Taftsville, Henry Safford of   Hartford, A.A. Martin of Hartland, and Rev. Graham of Plainfield, N.H.

One of the speakers, E.C. Emmons, made honorable mention of the names of David   H. Sumner, Solomon Emmons, Frederick Freeman, Russell Freeman, John Burnham and   several others, as veterans of Sumner’s Falls who were engaged in active business there 40 years ago. We would gladly report, in substance, all the speeches, but the nearness of the time of the Journal’s going to press will not admit of this, but we can say they were all able and appropriate, and it is doubtful if better after dinner speeches were ever heard in  town.

And now by the authority of the great meeting here reported, as well as by the late special town meeting, which exempted their property from taxation with only one dissenting vote, the Journal welcomes the Newtons to the town of Hartland.

Reprinted from the Hartland Historical Society Newsletter, Summer 2008.

Nathan Frederick English

Last March we talked about Benjamin Livermore, inventor among other things, of the so called “Permutation Typograph” or “Pocket Printing Machine”. Benjamin was the brother of Emily Livermore English who was married to Nathan Frederick English 1822-1902. Nathan is the star of the show for this newsletter.

                                                                                        English Family ca. 1855

The photo above was taken by Nathan English around 1854-55. It shows his wife Emily (Livermore) and the four oldest of their ten children.

Nathan English was a remarkable man with a remarkable family. He was an inventor (we have many of his patents, CYM) as were his sons, Euler, Analdo and Ernest. He also had some inventions with his brother-in-law, Benjamin Livermore.

A kindly man who carried raisins in his pockets to give to the children, N.F. spent countless hours in his shop on Lull brook inventing such things as a machine to bind or wrap horse whips and he made a drill that would drill cast iron. The Foundry people wanted to buy it but he wouldn’t sell. Told them to come over when they wanted anything bored and he would do it for them. [Good businessman !!]

The following is from Analdo and Ernest’s reminiscence recorded by Howland Atwood in 1938.

“Back in 1847 or1848 Nathan and his brother-in law got up a line of shoe machinery -press and dinking machines, etc. They went to Milford, Mass. and hired a loft with power and he was the pioneer in introducing shoe machinery. Formerly a shoe factory was merely a warehouse. The materials were accumulated and dealt out to men who cut out shoes – though in those days, boots were mostly made. The people used to come there and they were given so many pegs and various shoe parts, which they took home. They lived on little farms and had a room or two in their homes which was used as a shop where they worked on or made the shoes. The people did not all do the same thing. There would be a team of stitchers who would go and get their materials and take them home and stitch them. The bottomers pegged or sewed on the bottoms-did lasting. The news leaked out that English and Livermore were making shoes by machinery. English used to hire teams of men to work for him and the people, being jealous, would mob the men and disable them so they couldn’t work for a few days. Of course, when the men weren’t able to work, English and Livermore used to work in their places and Mr. English got very tired. Milford was sort of a malaria city and Mr. English became sick and he and Livermore gave up the business as things didn’t go right. Mr. English came home, poorer than when he left, when Analdo was a baby. Mr. English was sick for 2 or 3 years and wasn’t able to do much. A partner in their business had absorbed what was left.

A daguerreotype had not been out a great while and along in 1850 Mr. English made them. After awhile he dropped that and began experimenting with machinery. Along in the 1850’s he and Lysander Billings became partners and made machinery. Mr. English’s first shop was in the barn and then he had a shop around 1854 or 5 with a round top roof which was a rather long and narrow building. This stood at the back of the house cut in unison with the turning of the last. He carried on the last business for a few years (last- a wooden or metal block on which shoes were shaped). He wouldn’t make a fashionable last so that is probably why he lost the business. He made several of these turning machines. Hammond and Merritt had one in their factory on the mill gorge. There was a gristmill with several runs of stone and below that a sawmill with machinery for making other things out of wood in this establishment. There was one of Mr. English’s turning machines over in the foundry where they turned out wagon wheel spokes, etc.

Along in 1858 – 59 Mr. English got up a sort of photographic apparatus, so that he took pictures around in the area. He had a room downstairs in the house for working with daguerreotypes and later a room upstairs for sensitizing and developing ‘amber types’. By the time the Civil War broke out he had completed a daguerreotype machine and used it for a year or so.

In 1862, Nathan English made up a portable ‘amber type’ machine. It was a box 10 inches square and 20 inches long. This was the wet process. Mr. English made quite a few of these apparatus’s and he used to fit out men with them. He outfitted and man named Hart and H.B. Cross, a boy studying to be a doctor who put himself through college by taking pictures during vacations – at the seashore and elsewhere. Mr. Milliken, editor of the Brattleboro Reporter bought the patent right. Mr. English took hundreds of
pictures, many of them portraits.

Ed Bagley … sold Nathan English a piece of land near the Lull Brook and he built a dam and put up a shop there. For 6 or 7 years Analdo worked in his father’s shop. His father did some but mostly liked to be up in the front room of the house mostly – making models, etc.

In the square shop Nathan built a 40 horsepower engine for John Labaree as Labaree had gotten the idea that he could run a flouring mill along in the 1850s. This mill, in the Ladies Aid Hall in Four Corners was discontinued before 1861.

N.F.’s last years were spent making microscopes, telescopes, etc. He ground thousands of lenses and had rather a craze for making them. He spent months making powerful microscopes. He had one with such a wonderful lens that doctors used to come from all over to use his microscope, as it was so much better than theirs.

His son Euler did a lot of work in the shop after Analdo went away in 1872. Euler got up a machine for sawing marble in the quarry. It had a rectilinear frame which went

Mr. English once invented a flying machine and his son Euler tried it out. Mr. English always said the flying machine was practical if they had an engine to run it. The only engine he could have was steam. Mr. E once told some farmers that it would be only a few years before motorized vehicles came and they would sometime be everywhere.

Reprinted from the Hartland Historical Society Newsletter, Winter 2007.

Cutts Family

On Clay Hill Road there still stands a stately old home that went through some rough times in her old age, but luck was with her and love and care have returned her to stately elegance. People now-a-days refer to it as Fairview Farm but during the time that we are studying, it was known as Woodland. The Hon. Hampden Cutts lived here with his family. They moved there from Portsmouth, N.H

 

“—the family decided to move to Vermont where the young man’s father-in-law had offered him a valuable estate in Hartland if they would reside there. So in accepting the offer, he was accompanied by his mother and sister, Miss Mary Cutts , as well as his wife and son. He was admitted to the bar in Woodstock and represented the town of Hartland in 1840,41,47 and 1858. Windsor County in the Senate in 1843, and was Judge of the Windsor County court in 1849-51.

Mr. Cutts was known as a literary man and particularly as a public reader and lecturer. As a reader of Shakespeare he gained a very high reputation, and appeared many times in public. He was an officer of the Windsor County Agricultural Society and an active member of the Vermont Historical Society, before which he read several important and interesting papers At his death he was Vice President from Vermont, of the New England Historical Genealogical Society, of which he had been a member for years.

[Mr. Cutts wrote the History of Hartland for publication in Abby Hemenways’s Vermont Historical Gazetteer .. Unfortunately she was publishing her works by county alphabetically as she was able to raise the money and Windsor County burned before it could be published.]

During the time he lived in Hartland, from 1833 to 1860, his home was the scene of many interesting entertainments, and he and his children and wife did every thing possible to help make the religious life of the place what it should be, by constant attendance and contributing generously to the support of religious worship. There 8 children were added to the one they had on arrival, and 5 had been laid to rest in the adjoining cemetery (Cutts/Paddleford) before they reached mature years. His mother was also buried there at an early day, as she only lived to 1847

In April 1860 they moved to Brattleboro, Vermont, soon after the death of Consul Jarvis, where Mr. Cutts had found college classmates and where their three daughters, Anna, Lizzie and Hattie were married. Their eldest son Edward, had married and moved to Fairbault, Minnesota before they left Hartland.

At the outbreak of the Civil War he( Hampden) was very desirous of taking command of a regiment, but on account of his age, he did not receive the appointment

He said at the time, “It is hard, hard that they will not let me fight for my country.” He felt as capable as ever in this regard.

His death occurred April 27, 1875, in Hartland, on the old home place, where he and his sister happened at that time to be spending a vacation, and the place had never left the family, for over 40 years. It was known then as the “Governor Spooner Farm” , and situated near the North Hartland. Services were held at the house attended by his widow, his daughter Harriet, one grandson, and his devoted sister, as well as many relatives. The internment took place in the adjoining cemetery, where his mother and children were buried. He was survived by his widow, Mary P.S.J. (Pepperell, Sparhawk Jarvis) Cutts, the author of a life of her father Consul Jarvis.(Consul Jarvis ,Wethersfield, Vt. introduced Merino sheep to Vermont , bringing them from Portugal where he was Consul. I have tried to find evidence that sheep were raised on the farm in Hartland  but all I have found to date is accounting with the Mallory Woolen Co. of Hartford., which began in 1836. This may have just been an investment.) His son and grandchildren( Capt E.H. Cutts of Fairbault, Minn, His daughter Mrs. Anna Holyoke Cutts Howard ( more on her later) and daughters Anna and Harriet.  . . .”

Author unknown.

Reprinted from the Fall 2006 Hartland Historical Society Newsletter

Largest black walnut tree in Vermont

This tree, located on Route 5 in North Hartland has been judged to be the largest black walnut tree in Vermont for 2014. It has been the site of many family picnics and while the farm was under the ownership of Philo and Vivian Withington, the Shorthorn Society of Vermont met in it’s shade.

Largest black walnut tree in Vermont

Largest black walnut tree in Vermont

Original “Center Cemetery”

From “In Sight Of Ye Great River”:

Ainsworth Cemetery: According to Nancy Darling, “The E. S. Ainsworth farm at The Centre has on it one of the oldest local landmarks – the broken headstones of the graves of pioneers.”

We have a picture of the only standing gravestone from this cemetery, on private property, that of Nathaniel Rogers in our cemetery database.

Gravestone of Nathaniel Rogers in the original Center Cemetery

Gravestone of Nathaniel Rogers in the original Center Cemetery

Reverend John Smith and the Underground Railroad

 

 

 

Reverend John Smith, also known as “Lame” John Smith, was a Methodist Minister in Hartland for a few years (likely 1860-1862). Hartland was as part of the underground railroad and John Smith was involved in that. There are various tunnels and secret compartments in houses throughout Hartland but we do not know which ones John Smith was involved with other than to say the underground railroad as a whole.He was friends with Taylor Groce and Solomon Northrup, the latter being a free man who was put into slavery and it took 12 years to win his case and free him. Harriett Beecher Stowe used Solomon as a basis for her book Uncle Tom’s Cabin and a movie was made called “Twelve Years A Slave”.

After leaving Hartland, Smith was involved with Groce and Northrup in the Underground Railroad in New York state.

The Smallest Library

“Smallest library, now closed, Hartland Four Corners, VT 1994″ is part of the book “The Public Library” by photographer Robert Dawson. Images are presented in striking juxtapositions, including some taken during Dawson’s vacations in the Upper Valley. A 2009 photograph of the “nation’s smallest library,” assembled in Hartland Four Corners in 1944 out of two rooms from a sawmill office, sits across from the angled, mirrored matrix of Central Library in Seattle, an 11-story glass-and-steel building that opened in 2004. (The tiny Hartland library, deemed structurally unsound, has since been demolished.)

Smallest Library

Extracted from The Valley News, July 18, 2014.

Dr. John Harding, Sr. 1766-1814

Dr. Harding’s native place was Sturbridge, Mass where he was born to John and Vashti Harding. His father was a farmer. I have not been able to procure much information in regard to the subject of my sketch prior to his 18th year (note: this would have been during the Rev. War years) He shared the educational and other narrow advantages of his day.

I find by Dr. Harding’s memorandum books and other papers that he concluded to adopt the profession of medicine for his life work at about the age of eighteen years. His preceptor was Dr. Jacob Corey of Sturbridge, Mass. Having obtained the medical education of the period he takes leave of his preceptor and fellow pupils in a farewell address at the request of the former. It was given June 16th 1788 so our young physician was a little over 21 years of age. “I am going forth into the world to obtain subsistence by the practice of medicine, expect to meet with troubles, trials, opposition; but be that as it may, I am determined to do for my fellow beings whenever opportunity offers, all that lies in my power in assisting nature in the restoration of health.”

Next we find our young physician moved by a spirit of enterprise and a desire to better his condition in company with his faithful life partner (Jemima Morse of Medfield, Mass ) and probably a few more friends in the year 1790, journeying
through and across the valleys and hills of our beautiful New England to the wilds of Vermont, more than 100 miles to the North.. Finally the chosen home is reached in Hartland. Very soon the young Doctor finds ample employment in attending
to the sick and caring for his family of children. His residence for the most part was at the George Marcy homestead one mile south of our West village. (still standing at the corner of County and Brownsville Roads ) Harding’s medical practice, I gather from his papers and hearsay, was partly old school or Allopathic, partly Botanic, with leaning to the latter as being the safer. He used the medicinal plants of this vicinity.

He was pleasant, lively and agreeable with a fair share of the lively wit and quick sense of humor that characterizes the sons and daughters of New England. I will here give an anecdote from an aged friend of the doctor and his little boys. He is just ready to start out on his horse to a patient, calls the boys and requests them to do a little piece of work, perhaps to hoe a small potato patch, something that looked rather formidable to the little fellows,” Oh no, couldn’t do it, didn’t feel well , were sick.” The doctor says nothing, rides away over the hill but very soon returns and finds the boys having a very good time for sick boys. He only says he concluded they ought to have some medicine and forthwith mixes the most nauseating and villainous preparation he could compound and duly administers the same. We know the medicines of that day were bad enough at best, and it is safe to say the boys were not sick again soon unless obliged to be.

He was afflicted with a lingering sickness in his last years and often visited the sick when he was really not able to do so. He was some relieved in his last years by his oldest sons studying and practicing medicine with him. (John Harding, Jr. was also a physician in Hartland, building and living in the house now occupied by Peter Gordon.)

Dr. Harding is buried in the Walker cemetery, near where he lived. The epitaph on his stone says “He was ever more solicitous of his patients, then for medical fee or reward.” By all appearances, a life well lived.

This was taken from a biographical sketch prepared by a grandson , E.B. Harding in Hartland in 1877.

Extracted from the Spring 2006 Hartland Historical Society Newsletter.

Get your tonsils out at Damon Hall!!

Some of you may remember this day and may have even taken part. It happened sometime between 1915 and 1922. Let us know if you can pinpoint it better. C.Y.M.

The clinic for the operations on the throat and nose for the benefit of the children of Hartland which was held at Damon Hall, August 9th and 10th, under the auspices of the local branch of American Red Cross, was most successful, as to the number of operations and results obtained. Fifty-one cases were corrected; many being of long standing and some of a very severe type, which would ultimately have proven a serious menace to health. All cases needed immediate attention. While many of the operations were serious, all the children were able to be removed to their homes within a few hours. The expense of the operations was the amount arranged with surgeons and doctors going downward from $15.00. The total expense of the clinic was $442.00 of which $293.00 was borne by the Red Cross, $149.00 being taken at the clinic.

There were in attendance four doctors, six professional nurses, five domestic nurses and many assistants in the various departments. The hall was temporarily converted into a hospital. The dining room was quickly turned into a ward containing 14 beds with all the necessary furnishings. The kitchen was used as the operating room. The Nature Club room was used for a dressing room; and here the children were prepared for the operations. The selectmen’s room was given over to the branch committee where a bountiful lunch was served both days free to all.

The auditorium was used as a rest room, and here was maintained the business office in charge of Mrs. H. H. Miller and Mrs. A.W. Martin. The offices of the Hartland branch American Red Cross take this opportunity to express their thanks and appreciation to all who rendered aid during the clinic. Never was anything conducted in Hartland that received more hearty co-operation or a better response from the citizens. Aside from the doctors, all services were given. We are glad to make public acknowledgment to the following who rendered valued assistance.
(This was followed by a great list of people who assisted in various ways. I will finish with the section that dealt with special thanks)

Especially did we appreciate the use of the Martin truck in getting furnishings to and from the hall, also the help of Miss Florence Sturtevant whose car was stationed in front of the hall both days to be on call when needed, and was frequently used. Miss Regis Daley, in charge of the preparatory work at No .Hartland, gave most substantial assistance, both before and during the clinic. Dr. Carlton was the operating surgeon, assisted by Miss Horton. Dr’s Ward and Eastman gave the ether, assisted by Miss Brown. Dr. Kidder, health officer, whose services were given, was in charge of the ward, also rendered efficient aid helping in various places as occasion demanded, thereby making it easier for the management. Miss Jacques, public health nurse, is deserving of special mention for the interest manifested and painstaking efforts to further the work of the clinic.
Public Health Committee (No record of who wrote this.)

Extracted from the Spring 2006 Hartland Historical Society Newsletter.