Gold!

That one word in bold print caught my eye in a ship’s library while we were on vacation about three years ago. I don’t own gold and I don’t think I would have been a gold seeker if I was around in the mid 1800’s, but I regard the California Gold Rush as one of the most fascinating events in American history. People have always treasured gold–some have been obsessed with acquiring it. Still, one cannot understate the pull that California gold exerted on hundreds of thousands of people when it became known that it was there for the taking, just by digging in the ground or streambeds. In just a few years, the lightly populated Mexican territory of California became a booming U. S. state.

The book “GOLD!” was written by Fred Rosen and provides much of the background material for this article.

In 1848 the two-year Mexican War was winding down. Some considered the war a trumped-up affair that justified the U.S. acquisition of a large territory from Mexico. At that time, many people believed in “manifest destiny.” It was thought that the novel experiment in governing that was the Union of States would become the greatest and most powerful nation in the world. Its land mass should extend across the continent, sea to sea, and be bounded by the Rio Grande River and the 45th parallel of latitude. A treaty signed in March 1848 called for Mexico to cede one half million square miles of territory to the U. S. for $18million.The land represented most of what was to become the states of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California. Ironically, gold was discovered at Sutter’s Mill on the American River on Jan. 24, 1848. Word of the discovery did not travel very fast, as that was such a sparsely populated area.

John Sutter was the head of a group of emigrants that established an agricultural and trading community on the site of present-day Sacramento in 1839. With the end of the Mexica War nearing, he thought more pioneers would be arriving and they would need building material. Sutter hired James Marshall to build a sawmill. Marshall was from New Jersey and of the restless type. He had made his way clear across the continent, trying his hand at farming, ranching, and various jobs. He was ranching in the area before he joined the fight against Mexico. Marshall had worked as a wheelwright, carpenter, and blacksmith, so he was a good man to take charge of building a water-powered sawmill.

On that January day, he was inspecting the tailrace where the water leaves the mill. He saw a nugget that he thought was gold. He showed it to the workers and someone hammered it. It did not break apart; it was malleable. They thought it must be gold. There was not too much excitement at first; it was considered a rare lucky find. Marshall allowed the laborers, consisting of Mexicans, Native Americans, and members of the recently disbanded Mormon Battalion, to prospect on their own time. When they started finding gold, a local rush was on. Work on the sawmill ceased and it was never finished. San Francisco was a small town, a tent city with a few structures, but it was where ships arrived from back East. San Francisco became abandoned; what few ships arrived were abandoned as whole crews and any passengers headed for the hills. Soldiers at military posts around California deserted en masse.

Eventually word did reach the East as rumors and wild speculation. Once the government could confirm that prospectors were indeed recovering a quantity of high-purity gold, President Polk announced that the rumors were true, that people were finding gold and lots of it. People trusted the President and assumed he was telling the truth.

The President made the confirmation on Dec. 5, 1848, so it took over ten months from the discovery until gold fever infected hundreds of thousands of people around the world. The announcement absolutely opened the
floodgates; men walked away from their factory machines, left their farms, saying farewell to their families. They had to find a way to get to the land of gold.

It wasn’t easy; most people in the U. S. lived in the eastern third of the country, 2000 miles or more from the gold. There were three main routes. The shortest was the overland route: Take the train to Missouri, then follow the trails established by the early pioneers, cross the Great Plains, go over the Rockies, then across the Great American Desert and finally over the Sierras. Hostile Indians could be encountered along the way and this route was considered the most dangerous.

It was easier to take a train to a New England port or New York, then travel to Panama and walk across the Isthmus. The danger here was contracting a life-threatening disease in Panama, especially if one had to wait weeks on the Pacific side for a ship to San Francisco. The many ships abandoned in San Fran-cisco harbor did not return for more passengers. A few years ago, while I was walking in the Hartland cemetery to my grandparents’ graves near the little brick building, a gravestone caught my eye. A young man had died in Juan Dalsud. I thought that was an exotic sounding place for a Vermont boy to die. After researching it at the Hartland Historical Society, I learned that it was the Pacific port at the end of the overland trail taken by gold seekers on the way to California. Orsan Gill died there April 24, 1852.

Surprising to me was that the longest route—17,000 miles around Cape Horn at the tip of South America—was the safest. It took 150-180 days, but one could leave from New England. I suppose those New England sea captains and crews had plenty of experience rounding the Horn on the way to the Orient for trade or for whaling in the Pacific.

About half the gold seekers traveled overland and half by sea.

Some prospectors did strike it rich. Most did not, especially if they were not up to working with a pick and shovel or standing in icy water all day. Some returned home, but many found well-paying jobs servicing the needs of the prospectors. Many enterprising individuals who went to California had no plans to dig for gold. They intended to acquire wealth as merchants, manufacturers, bankers, doctors, lawyers, and so on. This element of the gold rush made San Francisco into a great city.

Unfortunately, we at HHS do not have a lot of details about how those who went from Hartland traveled to California, what they did there, how long they stayed, nor how successful they were. It would be great if readers have information about “49ers” in their family that you can share with us.

Here is a list of Hartland men mentioned in Hartland records as going to California:

Arnold Bagley _______French Thomas Richardson Charles Bagley Orsan Gill Eben Stocker Fred Bagley Dennison Harlow James Sturtevant Jefferson Bagley S. Hoisington E. S. Taylor _______ Burgett John Lamb P. Taylor A.J. Dunbar Julius Lamb R. Taylor Joseph Dunbar, Jr. Ralph Larabee

This is quite a list, and it is surprising that we have so little information about their adventures. It must have been a big event in their lives.

What we know:  Orsan Gill died April 24, 1852 on the Pacific coast of Panama.  We have a letter from California inquiring about James Sturtevant who left his pregnant wife in 1849.  Thomas Richardson came back to Hartland only once or twice, and townspeople remembered he contracted yellow fever on the ship home. He was confined to the Richardson house during his stay. He was the younger brother of Paul who built a Greek revival style house and store in the Three Corners in 1851. The Richardson House is now the Post Office. The store was moved from the corner and is now
BG’s Market. We have a very good picture of Mr. Richardson taken in a studio in Nevada City, CA (in gold country). He appears to be a distinguished gentleman. He died in 1906.

The best we have is a letter John Q. Lamb wrote home after arriving in San Francisco on May 8, 1850, on the steamship “Carolina,” accompanied by his brother Julius. The “Carolina” made the voyage from Panama to San Francisco in only 19 days, stopping in Acapulco, Mexico, and Monterey, California, for two days to take on coal.

Excerpts from John’s letter:

Sacramento, California Dear Father [Harvey Lamb], Here we are in the golden land at last. We had a very good passage and have been in good health since leaving Panama. A number were sick on board and a man from Maine died after we arrived. San Francisco is the meanest place out-of-doors; one can hardly get his breath the sand flies so. We do not know what mines we shall stop at, but think we shall go to the Yuba River. Wages are not as high as they have been. Carpenters get $12 a day, laborers $5. We have got here full early, they say, to make much in the mines, but they say there is no trouble to make our living there now, so we think it best to go and be there when the water goes down. Board is $25 a week or a dollar a meal. There is plenty of snow on the mountains yet. They say it does not go off until the month of August. If I were to start again, I would not take half as much baggage as I have now. We are not going to take much to the mines now, so we are storing it on a ship for $1 a month. Hoisington is now here with us. He is going to the mines today also but not with us. Taylor has not found his father and I don’t think he will. Tell Mother not to worry about us as it is as healthy in the mines as in Vermont. All the sickness they have here is the fevers and ague and there is not much of that. I should like to be at home to sleep in a bed once more, but a hard board or the ground goes very well now when one is tired and sleepy. We are going to start soon, I cannot write much more so good-bye. John Q. Lamb

John included a short note to his sister:

Clarissa, You must write to me as you get this and you must get Hatch to write too. I would write to her if I could, but it is not here as it is at home. I do not know when I shall have another chance to write, so you need not worry if you do not hear from us for two or three months. Write about every living critter in Hartland, where they are and what they are doing. Direct your letters to Sacramento City. I should like to see some folks in Hartland, I tell you, but I must wait some time but I hope not over a year. Here comes Jule and Taylor so I must finish so good-bye. JQL

According to family lore, John and Julius were successful in California. When they returned to Hartland, they wisely invested their money in land. That has benefitted later generations to this day. I don’t know what happened with Hatch, but John married Lucy Damon from a neighboring farm. [The farms are now separated by the I-91 Interchange.] John died in 1856 at the age of 29. Lucy returned to the Damon Farm with their two young children and she and daughter Lizzie never left.

In order to get a sense of what the local response to the Gold Rush was, I went to the Windsor Library. They have the weekly Vermont Journals that go back before that time. I started with January 5, 1849. At the top of the first page in bold letters was “El Dorado” heading a lengthy article. Here are excerpts:

“After making all due allowance for the exaggerations of traders and speculators in California, we cannot doubt gold has been found in the valley of the Sacramento River and in the spurs of the Sierra Nevada. Some thousands of Yankees, Sandwich Islanders, Mexicans and Indians are hard at work in the intervals of
fever and ague, sifting sand and washing gravel. According to Government documents, they are actually acquiring gold at the rate of $15 to $40 a day per laborer. There is getting to be a general rush towards the Paradise of Gold. We hear sixty to seventy vessels advertised in our principle ports for California and Chagres. A mere boat of 30 tons manned by adventurers has just sailed from New Bedford for San Francisco to encounter the ice bergs of Cape Horn and the dangerous billows of that mighty ocean.”

The article continues with a description of how, starting in the 1500s, Spanish explorers came to the New World in search of gold. Even Sir Walter Raleigh hoped to find El Dorado, a place of fabulous riches, in the Carolinas. The article concludes that El Dorado has been found and it’s in California.

Each of the four January 1849 weekly Vermont Journals included news of the growing rush to get to California:

“We hear of young and middle-aged men starting in every direction in this [Windsor] county, heading for California.

“California fever continues to increase and every day we hear of new adventurers starting for the Gold Mines.

“It’s been about a week or two since a party of ten from Vergennes and about thirty from Rutland left for California.”

The third edition of the month reprints a very long speech by Senator Colonel Benton “on the difficult subject of regulating the disposition of the lands in California. People are going to California to dig and dig they will. Wise legislation would regulate, not frustrate, their enterprise.”

The fourth edition of the month describes “The Woodstock party for California,” which was made of some prominent residents and included some wives: “The party is not of gold hunters; probably none will go to the diggings. Capt. Simmons and Mr. Hutchinson will establish a brokerage and commission business. Capt. Simmons is the owner of large real estate in or near San Francisco, which he purchased on an earlier trip. Dr. White has gone with Mrs. White to practice medicine, Mr. F. Billings to establish himself in the practice of law.”

Frederick Billings was born in Royalton, VT in 1823. He became a lawyer in 1848 and headed to San Francisco where he became the city’s first land claims lawyer. He also was a successful real estate developer and became one of the wealthiest and most prominent men in California. After the Civil War, he sold most of his property and returned to Woodstock, VT and purchased the George Perkins Marsh estate. Today the Billings Farm and Museum is a working dairy farm.

Susan and I have visited Gold Country twice. It covers a large area in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada range. Many boomtowns were established and then abandoned. Coloma, site of the discovery, attracted two thousand prospectors in 1848. By the end of 1849, there were ten thousand placer miners working there. A couple of years later, it was nearly deserted as richer diggings were found elsewhere.

Initially, the Gold Rush symbolized the American Dream. No matter an individual’s status, if they had the stamina and determination to go to California and dig, they might greatly improve their lot in life. Eventually, companies were formed to mine the gold. Prospectors noticed gold flakes embedded in quartz rocks, but breaking the rock to dust by hand was too much work. Mining companies tunneled into the hillsides thousands of feet, following quartz veins. The environmental impact of hard rock mining was great, but even worse was hydraulic mining. This method required enormous amounts of water brought in by a network of flumes and directed into something like a fire hose. The resulting jet stream was used to erode hillsides, directing the runoff to sluice boxes where the gold could be collected. Of course, the silt and gravel continued on downstream, eventually impeding steamboat ravel on the Sacramento River. I believe it was the basis for some of the first environmental regulation the country.

The towns of Grass Valley and Nevada City grew to support hard rock mining. The wealth form the mines led to the creation of nice little towns. The professional class of merchants, bankers, doctors, and lawyers built fine Victorian-style homes. The highlight of one of our trips was staying in Nevada City’s National Hotel, built in 1854. I wish I had known that Thomas Richardson, a Hartland man, had probably spent most of his adult life there.

Today, most of Gold Country is encompassed by National Forest. State parks preserve and interpret historic sites.

Hartland News 1877

In the course of her work at HHS, Pip Parker came across this interesting (and amusing) newspaper article. The punctuation, italics and spellings are as the original.

 
Hartland, VT 1877

A little excitement happened in District No 6 in April. Mr. Sumner T. Lull who lives on the Cady farm, received from the hotel des tramps in Windsor, a lad named Charles Baker, about 15 years of age, to assist him on his farm. About two weeks ago they left him to go to church, when he went to Mr. Lull’s desk, and took about fifteen dollars in money, and what clothes Mr. Lull had furnished him, and left. When Mr. Lull came home he learned the boy had been missing about two hours, and immediately started in pursuit, toward Hartland, with Mr. Charles Wilder; at Hartland Four Corners, G.H. Thayer – who was not making soap – said he had seen the boy pass, as also did Mr. Albert B. Burk; Mr. Wilson Britton, Chairman of the Hartland Thief Detective Society, being busily engaged in his horse barn, did not see the boy pass. Mr. Lull then drove to the Pavilion Hotel, kept by Mr. R. L. Britton, who furnished him with a fresh horse, and also started with him in search of the boy, in company with Mr. Eli Shepherd, one of the Hartland detectives, they then proceeded up the track, on foot, eight or ten rods to Mr. Gilson’s cooper shop, when Mr. Britton becoming weary, returned, and as they came back to the depot they saw the boy who was immediately secured by Mr. Britton and Wilder. Upon searching him, the money was found secreted in a handkerchief around his body; after consultation, they delivered the boy to Mr. Lull, minus sixty-two cents, which “Roy” said was to go to the Detective Society. Now what does Mr. Lull do with the boy? Beat and pound him, as some wou’d suppose, from what they have heard on account of a little trouble he had with a contrary and ill-disposed prisoner? He took the boy home and kept him about a week, and gave him good Christian instruction, telling him the evil consequences of such things, which, from his former experience of rogues, he was capable of doing. The boy may find other homes, but none better than the one he had at Mr. Lull’s. We hope the boy may ever find as good friends as he found at Windsor.

Wilson Britton lived in the brick house across from the fire station. Pip’s father-in-law, Raymie Durphey, has lived there for many years.

Hartland in the Civil War – Part 9

By Les Motschman

The Aftermath

The Official National Park Service handbook—The Civil War Remembered—states that the American Civil War was the most momentous era in American history. It defined who we are as a nation. It was not only our greatest military struggle, but also our greatest social revolution, root of our greatest evolution as a nation. In the eighty years from the founding of the country until the Civil War, it was not certain at all that the disparate areas across the broad continent could be united into one nation. In addition, although the War was not fought to free the four million Black Americans from bondage, the institution of slavery was a deeply divisive issue that had been hotly debated for decades.
At the start of the War, slavery was legal in 15 states and the nation’s Capital. And in the mostly agrarian South, the economy was dependent on slavery. In 1848 a South Carolina senator asked, “Were ever any people persuaded by argument to voluntarily surrender two thousand million dollars of property?” In the North, abolitionists were the radicals of their time, who argued that slavery was a moral evil that should be prohibited. The arguments about whether slavery was a moral evil or a benevolent institution designed to care for a particular race split America’s two largest religious denominations—the Methodists and the Baptists—into separate churches. Each quoted Biblical scripture to support its position.
The Civil War affected the lives of every American in the 1860s. The outcome of the War determined that the Union would survive. Going forward, we would be one nation. Slavery was abolished by the 13th Amendment to the Constitution. The 14th and the 15th Amendments defined and nationalized citizenship and banned race as a reason for disenfranchisement. Before the War, the primary interaction people had with the Federal government was through the Post Office. Prosecuting the War, though, required more powerful central governments. Both the North and the South passed draft laws requiring many to risk their lives in service to their government. The North established income and excise taxes and created a national banking system.
Much of the South was beaten down after the War, its agricultural system and industries destroyed. A much higher proportion of its young male population were killed or maimed than the North’s. It took generations to rebuild and to come to terms with the place that freed Blacks would have in society.
The North emerged from the War an industrial powerhouse, ready to resume westward expansion. With its larger population, the North had more casualties in numbers, but wave on wave of immigrants from Europe displaced by war or by the Industrial Revolution headed straight for the Western territories or the growing cities.
Much of northern New England, however, was becoming a backwater. Our area as the frontier had experienced a large influx of settlers decades before the Civil War. Hartland’s population peaked in
1820 at 2553, and then declined with each census until 1920 when there were only 1212 people in town. It slowly rebounded but did not exceed the 1820 figure until 1990.
The population at the start of the War was less than 1800, yet Hartland is credited with sending 200 men. Twelve were killed in action, eighteen died of disease, and twenty were wounded. I’ve noted throughout the series that some returning veterans were at least partially disabled by their wounds or diseases they contracted in camp. At a time when the main occupation was farming, and most paying jobs involved physical labor, it was difficult for some to earn a living.
A year ago, I attended a lecture by Brian Jordan, who teaches courses on the Civil War and Reconstruction at Sam Houston State University in Texas. The topic was The Lives and Struggles of Union Veterans after the Civil War. Despite some of the progressive governmental measures put into effect after the Union victory, Mr. Jordan said it was an incomplete victory—there were race riots, the Ku Klux Klan was founded, and Southerners flouted the Reconstruction Laws imposed on them by the victors.
Most of the civilian population in the North did not suffer great hardship during the War unless they had lost a loved one. Generally, they were just glad the War was finally over so things could return to normal. The returning veterans, however, because of their sacrifice, were not so willing to reconcile with the Southern states and simply move on. They joined veterans’ organizations such as the G.A.R. (the Grand Army of the Republic), which demanded that Confederate President Jefferson Davis, General Robert E. Lee, and others be executed for committing treason. (They were not.) They saw themselves as returning heroes who not only preserved the Union, but also made possible a better Union, with liberty for all. Many veterans despised those in the community who did not serve, especially those who purchased a substitute. Some veterans could not work because of disability or the mental demons that can possess soldiers who have seen the massive killing and maiming of battle; some died of chronic ailments a few years after the War; some committed suicide.
Mr. Jordan said it was different in the South. As most of the War was fought there, civilians in the South shared in the suffering and defeat. The Confederate population in general tended to look backward after the War. The Civil War was a glorious lost cause that they hoped might someday receive vindication. Rebel soldiers, of course, were not eligible for U. S. pensions, but even in the face of widespread poverty, communities supported their veterans as living evidence of a just cause.
Many of the veterans returning to Hartland soon left for the cities or the Midwest. Most Hartland soldiers were in their late ’teens to mid-twenties, an age when they would naturally want to strike out on their own and get a good job or go into business or farming. Not all of them would have been able to stay in town. Older vets like the Davis twins or Benjamin Hatch were in their mid-thirties, already established in town, and remained here the rest of their lives.
About two dozen Hartland Civil War soldiers are buried in the Hartland Village Cemetery. An equal number are buried in the neighborhood cemeteries, and about that many are buried in cemeteries just beyond Hartland’s borders in South Woodstock, Woodstock, Quechee, and Taftsville. Quite a few more are buried elsewhere in Vermont or nearby in New Hampshire. The records indicate that two Hartland soldiers are buried in California and a few in the Midwest. For many, a burial site is not indicated,
presumably because they left the area for good. Those killed in action were often buried in a National Cemetery or in an unmarked grave on the battlefield.
Hartland historian Nancy Darling (1862-1932) wrote in The Vermonter magazine in 1913 on the occasion of the150th anniversary of Hartland:
When the present generation is tempted to think lightly of the flag and of its duty to the town and state and nation, would that it might remember what many saw here. The poor, worn-out soldiers on their way home from the war, stopping at the Four Corners, emaciated and sick, for the medical aid which Dr. Harding and Dr. Emmons were waiting to give; or that son of John Willard who weighed one hundred and ninety pounds when he went to war and ninety pounds when he returned from Andersonville prison.
Miss Darling lists the veterans still living in Hartland nearly fifty years after the War: Wm. J. Allen, W. W. Bagley, Sidney W. Brown, J. F. Colston, Ferdinand Fallon, Moses George, W. W. Kelley, Peter Lapine, L. J. M. Marcy, A. A. Martin, A. R. Pierce, S. M. Whitney, J. O. Wright; also, Enos Gingham, E. B. Maxham, and C. D. Myrnick, who went to war from other towns.
Around the time I started this Hartland in the Civil War project, long-time Town Clerk and HHS President Clyde Jenne told me the town went deeply into debt during the War. As I have said, the Federal government was not that big an entity before the War. There was a small standing army and navy. Towns had militia companies just as they did at the time of the American Revolution. Some of the men would gather from time to time to drill. One of the earliest pictures we have is of the Hartland militia drilling in a pasture above Foundryville. It soon became apparent that the U. S. Army as then constituted would not put down the rebellion quickly, President Lincoln called for volunteers to create a large army. Each state was given a quota, and the Adjutant General of Vermont in Woodstock determined a quota for each town. Incredible as it seems today, the responsibility for finding men for the army fell to the Selectmen in the individual towns. Technically, almost all the men went to war as volunteers, not draftees. There was, however, a bounty paid to those who signed up. Again, it’s hard to comprehend why the towns and not the Federal government paid the bounties. Towns weren’t able to double or triple the amount they raised by taxes; they had to borrow the money from banks.

From the February 1863 Town Report for payments made in 1862: Current expenses for the year in the Selectman’s Dept. $ 657.60 Orders drawn for Surplus Revenue paid State Treasurer 688.65 Amount of orders drawn for cash borrowed to pay soldiers ` 3,100.00 Amount of orders drawn to soldiers 1,750.00 Whole amount of orders drawn by Selectmen $6,196.25

The town finished the year $4,654.25 in debt. For some reason, three-year men got $50 and nine-month men got $100. All the soldiers’ names are listed in the Town Reports.

From the March 1864 Town Report: Names of drafted men who received orders for three hundred dollars each as their bounty from said town. [Seventeen names] at $300 whole amount $ 5,100.00 (Les’s note: These men did not serve but secured substitutes and were still paid by the town.)

Names of volunteers who have received their bounties voted by said town in cash, who volunteered under the last call of the President of the United States for three hundred thousand men: 24 men at $500 $12,000.00

The Town was $23,305 in debt.

From the February 1865 Town Report: Cash paid to three years men, $850 to $950 $ 10,225 Cash paid for substitutes, $750-$950 $ 6,450 Amount paid to one year men, $400-$750 $ 11,460 Amount paid to three years men (sailors), $625 $ 12,951 Amount paid to Men Re-Enlisted in the Field, $300 $ 7,213

The Town was then $65,407.80 in debt.
This seems like a crushing amount of debt at a time when the town was raising only a few thousand a year in taxes. Clyde says there are no minutes of Selectmen’s meetings from that time. The actual Town Reports are mere eight-page pamphlets with no written reports, only accounts. (By comparison, the 2016 Town Report is 127 full-size pages.). The Selectmen were paid two dollars a day when they worked on running the Town. Normally, much of the time involved overseeing work on roads and bridges, but it also included traveling to banks in Windsor and Woodstock to “hire” money. The 1865 Town Report indicates that most of the days the Selectmen billed the Town for in 1864 were spent in Windsor “after substitutes” or “for volunteers.” As indicated by the steep increase in bounties paid, it must have been a desperate time, as all the town selectmen competed for warm bodies to send to the Federal government. By 1864, most of the eligible Hartland men must have volunteered or been drafted. Many of the men receiving the large bounties were probably not Hartland natives.
Town Reports after the War indicate taxes raised increased somewhat. Of course, the Town had an interest expense of nearly $3,000 a year on top of normal expenses. In 1872 the Town was still $61,000 in debt. An 1887 warning asked whether the Town would vote to raise money for current expenses, for the school fund, and to pay a part of the indebtedness, reducing it by a few thousand a year. By 1898 the Town’s debt was down to $2,800.

Lucia Summers

Lucia Summers, 1835-1898

First Resident Botanist in the Pacific Northwest

Lucia Summers was a pioneer botanist in the Pacific coast states between 1871 and 1898. She experienced the Northwest landscape just as it was beginning to be altered by the first settlers. At the age of 34, she arrived in Seattle with her husband, the Reverend Robert summers (the first Episcopal priest in Seattle) in 1871. At that time, Seattle was a village of about 1,500 people. Lucia was well-educated and an accomplished linguist and musician. She traveled extensively with her husband, collecting specimens which she sent to botanists back East as there was no herbaria in the region at that time.

Lucia was born in Hartland, Vermont on November 22, 1835. Her given name was Susan Ann Noyes. Her nickname Lucia was probably to honor her father’s deceased first wife. Her father Benjamin Noyes was a master carpenter and sufficiently affluent for Lucia to receive an advanced education, unusual for a woman at that time. The Noyes were a long-established New England family, but sometime in the 1850’s they left for Hannibal, Missouri. It was there that she met her future husband, Robert Summers of Kentucky. They married July 17, 1859.

The couple apparently spent time touring Europe before settling down in Kentucky. Once they removed to the Northwest, they remained there until moving to San Luis Obispo, California for the last several years of their lives. They both died in 1898. Robert was 70, Lucia 63. After Lucia’s death, Phoebe Hearst, a regent of the University of California, purchased Lucia’s herbarium and donated it to the university. Lucia’s specimens sent back East are found in herbaria at the New York Botanical Gardens, Yale University and Harvard University.

The source is a paper done by Edward R. Alverson, who was with The Nature Conservancy in Eugene, Oregon.

Baseball in Hartland

It’s hard to believe with all the sports available today to men and women, boys and girls, that a hundred years ago there was really only one game in town and that was baseball. It truly was the National Pastime back then. A history written in the 1950’s indicated that Hartland had fielded a town team at least since 1909, the date of our earliest team pictures. The then-current manager Clarence Jackson played shortstop on the first team in 1909. The early teams played in Lee Graham’s pasture. Many sons of the early players continued the tradition. Four generations of Howes played. Alonzo Howe was on the 1909 team; then Raymond Howe Sr., Raymond Howe Jr., and Raymond Durphey, son of Viola Howe Durphey; Roger Flanagan played 32 years. Leon Royce told me Roger was a great knuckleball pitcher.
In later years, the games were played at the fairgrounds. Home plate was near the corner of the present-day Hartland Elementary School gym. The town team was organized as the Hartland Athletic Association. They were the “Athletics,” appropriating the name of the Philadelphia team. Hartland played other town teams in the Bethel-Randolph area, in what was known as the Central Vermont League. Money to pay for equipment and expenses was raised by auction and dances. Frank and Lucy Temple and Floyd and Cecyl Davis were their most ardent supporters who never missed a game. The Temples lived where Dick and Edith White do now and held dances in their new barn to raise money for the team.
Some later managers of the team after Mr. Jackson were Elbridge Davis, Frank Durphey, Frank Barrell, Leon Royce and David Lamb. The lineup in the 1950s includes Mickey Cochran, Math teacher at Windsor; David Lamb, farmer; Martin Ide, government appraiser; Tom White, sawmill operator; Ken Russell, grain mill employee; Don Frail, grain mill manager; Leon Royce, Post Office employee; Bill Blaisdell, Windsor Town Manager; Calvin Frost, Windsor Machine Co. Employee; Delman Crowell; also Cone Automatic Machine employees Paul and Avery Howe, Roger Flanagan, and Robert Stillson. John Russell, John Barrell, James Ide, Bob White, and Gordon Roberts are not playing this year as they are in the Armed Forces.
In 1937 a group of youngsters, about 12 years of age, went to Mr. Jackson and asked him to help form a Little League team. They were Paul and Raymond Howe, Leon Royce, Henry Merritt, Lee Lasure, Jr., Frank Moore, Temple Hood, Launice Flower, Billy Wilder, Dave Jackson, Leonard Britton, Lloyd Barber and Bob Stillson. Some of them were still playing ball for Hartland in the 1950s.

 

Les Motschman

Hartland Fair

By Ruth Jenne, 1948

The first Hartland Grange Fair was held on October 17, 1925. The one-day fair was held in the Village and Mechanics Hall (across from the brick church). There was a chicken pie supper and dance at Damon Hall. The fair has grown to a three-day fair with land of its own and many buildings erected as the fair grew. The Steele meadow was purchased in 1931 and the bandstand and judges stand built the next year. Buildings for exhibits and livestock were built. In 1934 the grandstand was built, the merry-go-round from the Woodstock fairgrounds was acquired, and land across the road was purchased for parking cars. Several of the buildings were built from buildings from the State Fair at White River Junction and Floral Hall at the Woodstock grounds. The grandstand came from St. Johnsbury and Floral Hall was part of the old Barnard Hotel.

The program consisted of sports, a parade, a children’s parade, horse stunts, a chicken pie supper and dance. After the cement floor was built, dances were held on the grounds in a large tent. An automobile was given away the last night to the holder of the lucky dance ticket. There were fireworks on two nights. In the early days of the fair, the vaudeville shows were presented by local talent. As the fair grew, these attractions were engaged from outside sources.

From the start of the fair until 1942, the fair opened with a parade. At first it was a street parade in the Village, but it grew to be nearly a mile long with beautifully decorated floats and vehicles, pedestrians and animals. [The route was from the Methodist Church, now the Sign Shop to the fairgrounds, now Hartland Elementary School. L. Motschman]

The fair was not held in 1942 because of the war. In 1943 there was a one-day fair with horse pulling and 4-H events. The following year the fair returned to the three-day program.

I asked people who viewed the exhibit for their comments and memories of the Fair: 

Elizabeth Spear Graham attended her Aunt Elizabeth’s Farm-Home camp in the early 1950s and remembers the Fair as the most anticipated event of the summer. On fair day, the campers wore their best suits and dresses, complete with hats. A picnic lunch was packed as they were strictly forbidden to eat or drink anything from the Fair except bottled drinks. This was because of the extremely widespread fear of polio at that time. Since most of the campers were from the city or suburbs, they were quite interested in the animals at the Fair.

Sandra Springer Palmer grew up on top of the hill that overlooked the fairgrounds. She started working at the fair as a young teenager selling tickets. In the early sixties after auctioneer J.W. Barber bought the Fair, Sandy worked at a variety of events that Barber held there. For a few years there was a large Sportsman’s Show held in October. 

As a young boy, the Hartland Fair was a highlight of my summer, occurring just a week or so before “back to school.” As a teenager, it wasn’t as exciting, but still not to be missed. My father and his Fish and Game Club buddies ran a dice game so I was at the Fair with him most nights. My favorite attraction at the Fair was the Joie Chitwood “Hell Drivers” show. The next day, we kids would be building ramps for our bicycles. 

 

HHS has ledgers used by the various judges, ribbons, tickets, posters, programs and premium booklets. The latest booklet is 1964 with Hank Williams, Jr. and his white Cadillac on the cover. I don’t remember the show but distinctly remember Williams hanging out with people near the Floral Hall office after closing time. I didn’t think to get an autograph as I was more interested in getting an up-close look at the Cadillac. 

Speaking of my father and cars, he won the car raffle in 1947, a black Plymouth. Les Motschman

Lewis E. Merritt

Lewis E. Merritt 1868-1946

Now to honor Leon Royce’s request that Lewis Merritt be featured in the H.H.S. newsletter. When Leon was growing up in the house next to Damon Hall on the main street, the Merritts lived just up the street in the fine house now occupied by Larry and Jeannie Frazer. Of course, now I wish I had quizzed Leon more about his recollections of Lewis Merritt.

An earlier Lewis Merritt, Stephen Hammond, and Harvey Lamb came to Hartland from Charlton, Massachusetts. In 1817 they leased a grist mill in the gorge below what is now the Rte. 5 bridge from Aaron Willard. Having access to a supply of grain, the partners soon established Hartland’s first commercial distillery. Hartland was booming at that time. Several dams and mills had existed for decades on Lulls Brook from the village to the Connecticut River. By 1852, L. H. Merritt had consolidated all the mill privileges in the gorge, and the area became known as Merritt Mills for the next 60 years. In 1878 Asa Merritt, Lewis E. Merritt’s brother, purchased the mills, which included a saw mill, grist mill, and cider mill. The Hartland Historical Society’s 100th Anniversary 2016 calendar features a 1900 picture of the log yard and Asa’s house, which still stands south of the bridge. The calendar’s May picture shows some of the mill buildings. In 1911 a fire caused by an overheated bearing destroyed the entire complex.

Lewis E. Merritt continued the family business of building and operating mills. By 1911 he had built a saw mill, grist mill, and cider mill on a rise above the Rte. 5 bridge. The mills were powered by electricity generated at Asa’s mill site down in the gorge. The tall red grist mill still stands as a landmark visible when entering or leaving the village. The foundations of the saw mill and cider mill are still visible. In 1950 Herb Ogden removed their works to his place on Jenneville Road.

Besides the house where, it was said, the gardens were the showpiece of the Village, there was a Merritt farm. It was just up the hill from the Quechee Road on what is now Mt. Hunger Road. Mr. Merritt sold cattle as well as lumber. He may also have been a breeder of fine horses, as H.H.S. has accounts of his selling stock out of state. He also owned a lot of land. The first Lewis Merritt in Hartland went into business when Hartland was one of the larger towns in the county, with a population of 2500. A hundred years later, the population was only half that; Lewis E. Merritt was probably the most prominent and wealthiest man in what was then a town in decline economically. It must have been a buyer’s market for land. For people with hill farms who needed or wanted to sell so they could leave for greener pastures, Mr. Merritt may have been one of the few who had both the means and the inclination to buy land. My grandparents, Guy and Ada Best, worked on the Merritts’ home farm, and that may have been where they met. After marrying, they farmed at Ogden’s, a farm I’m pretty sure Lewis E. Merritt owned. In 1915, ten years after they married, they were able to buy a farm from Mr. Merritt. I sense Mr. Merritt was somewhat of a facilitator during what were tough times for many townspeople. He could buy farms from those who wanted to sell and he could put on those farms people who didn’t have the means to buy. Mr. Merritt was definitely an administrator as his name shows up in many transactions, such as settling estates. It’s apparent that he was regarded as a man of integrity who people turned to for help.

That said, H.H.S. has a newspaper clipping indicating at least one person found fault with Mr. Merritt’s character. In 1926 his sister-in-law, Anna Merritt, sued him for $50,000! Her husband Henry had died in Florida in 1923, and Anna claimed emotional distress because Lewis E. Merritt was “circulating talk” in
Hartland that she had poisoned her husband. It must have been a spurious claim or quietly settled because nothing else about it appeared in the paper.

As Leon Royce told me, Lewis Merritt did a lot for the town. Along with his business dealings and farming, Mr. Merritt found time to serve as a Selectman and President of the Cemetery Association.

So next time you’re passing through town, notice Lewis’s fine house on the main street. Note what was for decades Hartland’s lone sidewalk that runs in front of it—Mr. Merritt built that in 1928. At the center of the village you’ll see the soldier’s monument that Mr. Merritt gave the town in 1930. Leaving town, you’ll see the tall red grist mill where Mr. Merritt’s businesses were located. After crossing the bridge, Asa’s house is on the right—the Merritt fortunes were started in the long deep gorge across the road.

The Merritt House on Rt. 12 (on the right)

 

 

Les Motschman, with help from H.H.S.Board Member Pip Parker, who researched the Merritts, and H.H.S. member Jay Boeri, who operates a hydro station in the gorge and knows a great deal about the many previous owners and their mills.

Leon Royce

Leon Royce
July 15, 1924 – January 16, 2016

This newsletter is dedicated to Leon Royce, a life-long Hartland resident and long-time H.H.S. member who died in Florida this past winter. After his retirement from teaching and coaching at Windsor High School, Leon and wife Marjorie went to Florida every winter for the Red Sox “spring training.” He was an expert on all things Red Sox. Leon was well-known and respected throughout the greater Windsor area because of the hundreds of students and ballplayers he had taught. I played for Leon on a couple of good baseball teams in ’65 and ’66, but saw very little of him for years after that. Our lives had a similar trajectory a generation apart—growing up in or near the Village, Hartland grade school, Windsor High School, away a few years for the Marine Corps and college, and then back to Hartland to stay. When we did reconnect, it did not involve baseball, but rather H.H.S. programs. Of course, the relationship eventually revolved around baseball, whether watching games at his house or going to Windsor, Dartmouth, or minor league games. Either in the car or at the games, there was always conversation and not always just baseball; we talked politics and history, especially Hartland history. It was quite an oral history lesson for me to hear his observations about life in town and the characters who populated it. Unfortunately, not all that information can be reported in these pages.
My last conversation with Leon included talk about the last H.H.S. newsletter in which I wrote about the Damon family. I told him there were quite a few other people who were born in Hartland, went to a small school, then went out into the world and did very well for themselves. I said there’s such a lot of material that I could continue with that theme for some time. Leon said, “You know some people stayed right here and did very well. You should write about Lewis Merritt; he did a lot for the Town.” So I will, but first I want to tell Leon’s story, as he also was a local boy who did well in his chosen field.
Leon grew up on the main street in the house in back of Damon Hall and next to the Martin Memorial Building, home of H.H.S. (In Leon’s time, it was a garage that was next door.) In the ’20s and ’30s, Hartland was still very much a farming town. Even people who had jobs farmed their land to provide for themselves and bring in a little income. Leon was a “townie” and didn’t have farming in his upbringing. Living in town meant a short walk to school, stores, or any events taking place. There were always people coming and going. Leon’s father, Phillip Royce, was the Town Treasurer for many years and had an office in the home. Living in town also meant there were enough young people nearby for pickup ballgames. Leon, of course, always loved playing baseball. He told me that his father had no interest in baseball and never watched him play.
Leon attended Windsor High School, graduating in 1942. Like many of his generation, he was soon off to war. Leon enlisted in the Marine Corps; and surprisingly, because he had worked for a time at the Windsor Post Office, he was assigned to a postal job. His combat training was in artillery. As a Marine a generation later, I of course wanted to know what he had experienced. Leon was posted for a time at Maui, Hawaii, not a bad place to be in the middle of World War II, but in 1945, Marines there became part of the massive invasion of the island of Iwo Jima. After several conversations over the years about the Marines, Leon mentioned that he was at Iwo Jima. I said, “Wow! What was that like?” He said, “You know, we didn’t know how bad it was when we were there. It wasn’t until we left that men were learning from home what a costly battle it had been.” “Iwo,” of course, was the most famous battle in
Marine Corps history. It lasted five weeks. Several thousand were killed in action, and nearly twenty thousand were wounded. Leon told me he was certain that the post office job in Windsor saved his life.
After the War, Leon attended Ithaca College. Upon graduation, he returned to Windsor High School to teach and, of course, quickly got involved in the athletic program. By the late 1950s, he got his dream job coaching the baseball team. That is where he made his reputation, winning about two-thirds of the games over a thirty-year career. He accomplished that while playing against some of the larger schools in the state with the smallest school in the Division. I’m prone to telling people who haven’t been in the area too many decades that Windsor used to be a much larger school. In fact, we played Division 1 baseball and did very well. I relayed one such conversation to Leon not too many years ago and he said: “Damn right we did, but only because I insisted on it. Early on I went to the administration and told them I wanted to move up. I wanted to play against the best. They didn’t think that made much sense, but they let me do it.”
While most people probably associate the name Leon Royce with Windsor, he always lived in Hartland and found time to serve the community. He was on the School Board and was especially devoted to the Congregational Church. He served as a Deacon, doing what needed to be done around the Church and working on the suppers. One of his jobs in the old days was rising several hours before the Sunday services to start the wood furnace.
It is good that on his retirement, the Royce name was attached to the Windsor athletic fields. It’s doubly deserving, as not only was he a long time successful coach and Athletic Director, but Leon also actually worked on the field. He spent countless hours watering, raking, and pulling weeds. He wanted his teams to be the best, and he wanted to have the best field.
Leon leaves his wife of 68 years, Marjorie Hatch Royce, three children, five grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren. There will be a service to celebrate his life on Saturday, May 14, at 2 p.m. at the Hartland Congregational Church.

Les Motschman

 

More on the Damons

by Les Motschman

 

While researching the Damon essay, I read a sentence in the 1985 application to place Damon Hall on the National Register of Historic Buildings that alluded to a subject in which I have long been interested. After noting that William Damon married Alma Otis of Windsor, the researcher wrote: “Thereafter the couple joined the middle-nineteenth century tide of emigration from Vermont.” Quite a brief aside to describe what really was the depopulating of a whole region.
Hartland was chartered in 1761, but it wasn’t until the mid-1770s that people started to arrive in numbers. They came mostly from Massachusetts and Connecticut, and within a generation transformed the land from forested hillsides into dozens of small farms. When the first Federal census was taken in 1790, Hartland had a population of 1,652, about half what it is today, 225 years later. The makeup of the population was different in the early days of the town from what it is now.
The Gallup family provides a good example. Two brothers came to Hartland [then Hertford] from Stonington, Connecticut, an early seaport. In 1775 William came with his family, which included seven children, and settled in the area of the present White Farm on Route 5. In 1778 William’s older brother Elisha brought his family to what is now Weed Road. There were ten children in that family; the youngest was two when they arrived in Hartland.
By 1810 the population of Hartland was 2,352. In that century it peaked at 2,553 in 1820. From there it declined for one hundred years, reaching its nadir around the time Damon Hall was built in 1915 when only about 1,260 people lived in town. In fact, when preparing the application mentioned above, the researcher wondered if the townspeople thought there was a need for a “substantially larger and more stylistically sophisticated Town Hall,” considering the population was in decline.
One could say Hartland’s heyday coincided with the sheep boom around 1820–1840. Most of the remaining wooded hillsides had been cleared for sheep pasture, and for a time these hill farmers made good money. Many of the finer houses around the countryside and in the villages date from that period.
By the mid 1800s, the Vermont economy was not growing fast enough to provide all the young people born here and now coming of age with work or with opportunities to make something of themselves. Elsewhere, the country was in a period of rapid expansion. Towns and cities in southern New England were industrializing, creating a huge demand for workers. Vast tracts of good land in the Midwest were available for settlement. Many of the grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the pioneers who settled Hartland had to leave town and strike out on their own, maybe becoming pioneers themselves.
William Damon may have been one of the more successful Hartland farm boys who left town to seek his fortune, but likely quite a few others also found a measure of success. I was curious about William’s several siblings. Did any of the others leave town looking for adventure? Did the women marry well? Did anyone stay and keep the farm going?
Most of the information below about the ten Damon siblings was provided by HHS member Jane Cawthorn, a Lamb descendant, and my Hartland Elementary and Windsor High classmate more than fifty years ago. 

Luther and Betsy Damon’s children
1. Luther A. Damon, b. 1820, d. 1821, infant.

2. Urias E. Damon, b. 1822, d. 1877 Served in the Civil War, Co. A, VT 12th Inf. Reg. Must have enlisted in Windsor. At age 40, he would have been one of the oldest “nine months men.” Had five children.

3. Luther E. Damon, b. 1824, d. 1843 in Canton, China Sailing to China is as far away from the farm as a Hartland boy could get.

4. Elizabeth E. Damon, b. 1827, d. 1891 May not have married. As of the 1880 census, she was listed as a head of household.

5. Sarah J. Damon, b. 1830, d. 1893 Was “keeping house” according to the 1880 census.

6. Lucy E. Damon, b. 1832, d. 1913 Lucy married John Quincy Lamb and with him had two children, Charles and Lizzie. The Damon farm was just south of the current I-91 interchange on the west side of Route 5. The Lamb farm was just north of the interchange on the west side of Route 5. The buildings burned in the 1930s, but descendants still live nearby.

John and his older brother Julius sailed to California in 1850 for the Gold Rush, but returned to settle in Hartland. They bought a lot of land with the money they made in California. John died at 29 when the children were very young. Lucy went to live out the rest of her life at the Damon farm with Elizabeth and Sarah, and Lizzie stayed there her whole life as she never married. Charles went to Dartmouth and became a civil engineer for the Federal government in St. Louis. Lizzie died in 1924, the last Damon to live on the family farm.

7. Aaron Damon, b. 1834, d. 1835, infant.

8. Lavinia F. Damon, b. 1836, d. 1896 Lavinia married Merrit Farnham Penniman in 1862, and they had six children. A well-respected family, they lived on the main street in Hartland Village.

9. William E. Damon, b. 1838, d. 1911 William was the most notable and successful Damon. He and his wife Alma had no children. He was the prime age for serving in the Civil War. We know he was in Bermuda collecting fish at the start of the War. Did he pay for a substitute to serve? His money kept the Damon farm in fine shape, and he visited it often. His money built Damon Hall. Did he support his sisters and niece who lived at the farm?

10. Mary E. Damon, b. 1845, d. 1854, at age 9.

Several of the Damons are buried in the Old South Church Cemetery in Windsor.

Growing up in Hartland and living here most of my life, I assumed that Damon Hall was named for some rich guy who had built it for the Town. As the 100th anniversary of the Hall approached, I started researching Damon Hall and the Damons. I discovered that William Damon, who probably earned most if not all of the money that built the hall, died in 1911, a few years before it was built. Especially confusing to me was the official dedication of the Hall as a memorial to Luther and Betsy Damon and their children, from Mrs. William Damon and the children of three of William Damon’s nine siblings. Now I see that only three of the ten children of Luther and Betsy had children of their own, and all ten had died by the time Damon Hall was built. 

I thank Pat Richardson for her most helpful editing of “More on the Damons” and to my wife Susan for

Damon Hall Dedication

Hartland’s Big Day – Damon Hall Dedication

On December 2, 1915, The Honorary Clark C. Fitts of Brattleboro spoke at length about the importance of community life and how it forms a town’s character. “You of Hartland, with this beautiful building, are far richer than if mere money had been given, for here is great opportunity for the best community life. This building should be a center of the very best social life in the community and of the highest intellectual life as well.”

Mr. Fitts commented on civic life: “The trend of the times is radicalism. The referendum and recall are put out as remedies. Now the very essence of democracy is in getting together the men of the town in such community centers as this for a meeting of the minds and discussion.”

The dedication exercises closed with a medley of patriotic airs by a chorus, ending with “America” by the chorus, orchestra, and audience. After the program, all were invited to inspect the hall, and supper was served in the new dining room. Townspeople provided the food for what was probably the most notable meal ever served in Hartland. Six-hundred people enjoyed the bounty of the town. At eight o’clock, the orchestra played for a dance, preceded by a grand march with 87 couples. The hall may have been too crowded for comfortable dancing, but everyone seemed to have a lovely time. Supper was served until 10:30, and dancing went on until 1:30 a.m.

Damon Hall was a gift to the town from Mrs. William Emerson Damon, the children of Urias and Harriet Cotton Damon, the children of John and Lucy Damon Lamb, and the children of Merit and Lavinia Damon Penniman.