Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Make 2022 the year of caring - Conscious reflection of our societal behavior and options for change.

         

    

 2022 The Year of Caring

   How will we move into the New Year?

   We can hope for a better tomorrow, a more sustainable way of living, more equitable use of resources, a more caring, sharing, giving society. We can hope for change in our relationship with the earth, nature, all life. We can hope to stay clear of Covid, and other dangers. 

   But where we have the most leverage is to move to, to live in, a society where others, even those we do not personally know, care. A society or community of mutual caring; a trust that there are people who will care deeply if someone is not safe, healthy, happy. 

   Can we as a community come up with breakthrough ideas for a wholesome life no matter the challenging context or conditions, in the New Year of 2022?  Here are some ideas that I think are worth implementing or discussing related to caring for ourselves, each other, and caring for the earth. 


How will we make connections and have conversations in 2022? What will we do to grow societal and communal trust? 

   Help to fill the isolation gap of today's adolescents (and perhaps other age groups as well). Bring back adult voices, mentorship, and peer companionship. Early on, guide a child on a nature walk, introduce them to one of the arts, fly a kite with them, read together, and discuss the readings… One day of such an investment may well reap dividends for a lifetime.

   Start a Bakery and Cafe Conversation shop in Jericho. Think Paris in Jericho. 

   Bring civics to the forefront. How do other countries (Chile for example) operate? What admirable elements do their (in Chile’s case, evolving) constitutions contain? Would such a study change our views of our own society as a result? What alternative economic and social order might we imagine and what would it be like?

   Does our constitution lend itself to minority rule more than majority rule? How do we want to define democracy given our understanding of society today? What does a system of government shaped by every citizen having the right to a vote of equal value, look like?

   Join or tune in to a town committee or select-board meeting. 

   Need help with something? Ask your town folks and neighbors for help. Our communities are full of talented, caring, kind people willing to share their skills and talents with others. 

   Create a Google doc; join a community group to write a story (fiction or non-fiction) together. What will your theme, topic, message, or plot be?

   Write a personal story or recount an event or experience to share with the community. (I would be happy to post it on the Jericho Community blog). 


How might we help protect our natural world and at the same time become closer to it?

   Adopt a wild bird, mammal, or insect species. Observe wildlife in your backyard. Find out what is there, and when, what they eat, where they nest, what their life cycle is like. Find the joy in discovering LIFE going on in your yard. Share with others including taking photographs of the species and posting your observations on iNaturalist.

   Organize a back-to-nature walk to explore, observe, identify, plants at a local park or woodland.  Sit down with a half-eaten pine cone, or a scouring rush, or a spring ephemeral and ask each member to comment on what they see. Discuss why each plant observed grows the way it does, or how an animal goes about eating it, why it flowers when it does, what species pollinate it… Utilize slow and still and micro observations to heighten your experiences and senses.

   “We won’t see the magnitude of our ignorance, of our excitement, or of the useful knowledge embedded in the living environment until we set out to explore all of it.” ~E.O. Wilson (Entomologist, Biologist)

   Beyond the fascinating insect photos on iNaturalist, there are the colorful flowers (that the insects land on for their photo) which are a special joy to view during these barren white winter months. 

   Get Wild this winter with iNaturalist, eBird, and VT Center for Ecostudies. https://vtstateparks.blogspot.com/2021/12/get-wild-this-winter-with-inaturalist.html

   Start a Ten by Ten movement: Replace a 10x10 foot section of lawn with native wildflowers, and or shrubs/trees. Enjoy the diversity of plants and pollinators they attract. Speak out (and donate) for the conservation and preservation of what little agricultural land there is left in our communities. How can we place more attention on land management to care for the land, be stewards of the land, instead of only extracting from the earth?

   Become an active member in a Jericho/Underhill Plant for Pollinators Society (a community of aspirants, goals group, to discuss strategy on how to promote and engage in pollinator plantings). Perhaps meet every 6 weeks for 1.5hrs to talk, plan, exchange ideas, formulate plans of action.

   Over the last few years, I have shared some of the ways we (in our yard) are working to improve the soil, grow more nutrient-dense vegetables, increase the percentage of native plants in our yard, reduce our lawn size, and create a bird, insect, and wildlife sanctuary as well as trying new ideas like building a hugelkultur. Will you share with us how you are bringing nature home?

As seen on Twitter source unknown, "Aren't you terrified of what 2022 could be like?" Everything is so messed up..."  "I think it will bring flowers." "YES? WHY?"                  "Because I'm planting flowers."


Will we as a society ever come to value free time over things as a measure of wealth?

   Buy less and live more. Determine an experience you would enjoy that would replace a thing you might otherwise purchase. Consider using slow in the activity: Think slow birding, slow walking in the woods or your backyard. Sit or lay down to watch the stars, enjoy a sunset picnic, search for four-leaf clovers, eye the frost formations on plants and on window panes.…

   Open up a tool, appliance, phone, and computer, repair shop. Help reduce our single-use or short-lived product life practices. Open up a garden tool lending shop perhaps in conjunction with the library.

   Exchange goods/resources within the community before buying new and before trashing an item. 

   Health Tip: Switch out CFL for halogen light bulbs. CFLs contain hazardous mercury; hardware stores accept the CFLs for safe disposal. 

   Is it a time to re-discover the pleasures that can be found in experiences and activities close to home? Perhaps that which is most elusive is but illusionary, while that which flies in our face, crawls at our feet, grows in a garden, simmers in a stew pot; that which is carried in a long quiet warm hug, perhaps that which surround us in everyday life, are keys to an unopened chest of pleasure, treasures of simplicity, if only we allow ourselves to see and experience them. How can we become more alert to these opportunities? For each of us individually, life often becomes what we perceive and what we focus upon. 


Will we focus as much on appreciation as on dislocation?

   As a fireman on a long night, with temperatures reaching well below zero degrees, my gear iced over creating a unibody, my hands, nearly frostbit, were practically immobile. Yet what I vividly recall, more than the cold, is the feeling of warmth (accompanied by stinging shock) and appreciation of a Salvation Army volunteer pulling my gloves off for me and holding my hands to thaw and warm them. To this day I relish in appreciation of that gesture. 


Looking within ourselves and our communities: renewed efforts at dialogue.

   If our environment has an effect on who we are, how we behave, this current environment truly is testing us. The less we feel in control, the more challenging it is to be consistent in our character. In 2022 who shall we test out to be? What social norms will survive? Perhaps more importantly, which will evolve? Will we hold hope to return to what we know as normal, or will we envision new ways of living, explore them, and embrace fundamental changes?

   Is it too simplistic to think that as adults we can still have that childhood interest in snowflakes, slippery ice, bright moonlit nights, building a snowman, sledding, skating, playing outdoors until our fingertips and lips turn blue, eating hot cookies, sipping hot chocolate, observing and asking why and how, a thousand times over being forever curious about all forms of life, and laughing at the silliest things, making music with spoons, sticks, old cans, finding joy in nearly everything outdoors in nature?

   And what of our self-identity? Can we use our differences for the betterment of each of us instead of exaggerating or magnifying our differences against each other? Frans De Wall* writes, "...the initial animosity between divergent approaches can be overcome if we realize that each has something to offer that the other lacks." Can a community be defined to include people unlike each other, people seeking shared use of resources, not necessarily known to each other, not all of the same persuasion but all together for each other? And if so, what are the practical workings of such a community?

   I  sense, experience, and witness ‘mutual caring’ and kind behaviors in the community!

   Might we increase our ability to reason, and converse in reasoned, rational, and empirical debate in a respectful tone, to gain societal consensus - as opposed to relying on laws, and therein the not-so-subtle threat of punishment and loss of freedom?

We are aware that certain forms of projected behavior might have troublesome results. - Roland Anderson et al. (2002)

   Without the opportunity and use of reasoned debate on an inclusive scale, do we not forfeit individual freedoms to a degree in which makes fertile ground for those in 'power' (and those with narrow views) to take rule?

Indeed, there is a relationship between a refusal of arbitrary power and inclusive political and reasoned debate.

   According to Katherine Hayhoe, Christian climate scientist, "We use moral judgment to make up our minds and then use our brains to find reasons that explain why we’re right. There’s no way to separate the emotional from the logical". Does this help us understand how we make decisions?

   After reflecting and discussing a topic, do we make decisions based on calculations of cost-benefit, individual as well as community impact, or possible impact to others? Do we reflect on the relationship of the decision to our values and what we consider ourselves to be as individuals and as distinct groups?

"The western settler mindset was "I have rights." The mindset of ingenious people is "I have obligations.- Stan Rushworth, Cherokee elder

    Are we a product of our environment or is our environment a product of who we are? Disruption seems to abound, change inevitable; can we only imagine retaining the status quo, can we only hope for a return to “normal”? Or can we utilize the tectonic shifts to break the ice of customs, habits, cultural traditions that no longer serve us and who we are as human beings?

   A group of folks came by to view our non-traditional yard of pathways twisting through a diverse array of plants. One expressed to us “Thank You, you have given me ‘permission’ to do this (less lawn to mow, less weeding, more natural nature-friendly landscape in my yard)”.  Breakthroughs can come from re-examining axioms*. 

* For the times do, in fact, change. They change relentlessly. Inevitably. Inventively. And as they change, they set into bright relief not only outmoded honorifics and hunting horns, but silver summoners and mother-of-pearl opera glasses and all manner of carefully crafted things [including manicured pedigreed monoculture lawns,] that have outlived their usefulness. - A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles

   These meandering thoughts are partly based on my readings, my perceptions, and my attempt to look beyond what is, and what went wrong. To properly stir the mix, to allow breakthrough ideas to float to the top, we need many voices, many creative thinkers discussing and debating ways to break some of the molds and create new trends.  

   What are your ideas for being caring and kind to the earth, nature, yourself, and your fellow community members? How will you remain well? What really makes you happy? How will we empathetically take care of each other? How will you vibrantly embrace, experience, and taste life in 2022? 

Hoping you laugh, dream, try and do good in the New Year

~Bernie

                        See reader comments below.

I am recycling last year's photo so just add one to the number!                        What was your favorite moment of 2021?

If philosophical explorations are not your taste, then let us agree that to reach someplace one must be able to visualize that place, either as it is or as one would like it to be. - Bernie

(I think Maeve's community post below is a good example of reasoned and persuasive dialogue. - Bernie)

Who Benefits When We Wear a Mask? 

As posted on FPF by Maeve K., Jericho

     I was going to stay out of the FPF mask debate because I'm not sure it isn't more divisive than helpful. However, I think there's something vitally important that hasn't been said yet to those in our area who don't want to wear a mask. Your individual freedom is a wonderful thing, to be celebrated and loved. But the next time you're in a store without a mask on, the next time you're standing outdoors maskless and get within a few feet of another person, take a good look at that other person. See that robust-looking fellow in the store? His young wife at home just finished a course of therapy for leukemia. She has no immune system at all. She and her husband know that even if he's triple-vaccinated and feels absolutely great, he could carry the COVID virus to her. It might not kill her, but it could set back her recovery a full year or more. - See those two little girls, giggling as they follow their mother around? The mask on one of them is tipped sideways, exposing part of her mouth. She's too young to have had any vaccine yet. Try to imagine her in an ICU bed, unable to breathe and terrified. - See that guy by the meat counter? He has only part of a lung after suffering an injury in Afghanistan. Even a "mild breakthrough case" of COVID would probably kill him. - See that woman with a cane? She just turned 85. She loves life and she's not ready to leave it. - We wear masks to protect ourselves, yes. But we also wear them to protect those who are more vulnerable than we are. Thank you.

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Readers Comments

Hi Bernie,

I've thought about this too. It seems that humans get into real trouble when we resort to "us" vs "them" and give in to the ease of "group-think". That always leads to hate and/or abuse seems to me.

I think one solution is to hold onto your personal humanity no matter what others do or say and to recognize that each and every human is interesting and valuable. To see people as individuals and smile and make eye contact with whomever you meet and, if possible, find out something about them. We all want to know we matter...I think that is how we can make things a little better along the way.

~ S.S. Jericho

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PostScript from Bernie

Though fear and anxiety are understandable in today's environment, we need not be stuck in isolation and change-resistant bunkers. Will you utilize my essay as a catalyst to express your views and ideas, with your moral compass, to describe your imaginative roadmap to 2022 and beyond? Admittedly I often can’t see the forest for the trees. I invite you to accept my invitation with alacrity; with your help and insight perhaps we can all see our way forward more clearly. 

Cheers as we find our (new) way in 2022

Bernie

* Frans De Wall author of "Are we smart enough to know how smart animals are?

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Further postscript 1/15/222

FPF posting by Bernie 

My response to those who email me with a different view (on the masking) is that I hope as a community we all care for each other even when we do not agree, that we probably agree on many things and that it is important that we all can describe our positions - why and how we got to them. I think this dialogue in the public realm can help build social consensus, release and deflate some built-up angst, and encourage folks to abide by social well-being measures that protect and care for the community as well as for the individual.

I am no debater, nor speaker, but I do yearn for what I read was a culture in the indigenous society (or at least many of them in NA) whereby the community spent a great deal of time discussing community affairs every day. As I understand, they put great practice and exercise into eloquent and powered reasoned arguments and debate.

There was a relationship between their refusal of arbitrary power and inclusive political and reasoned debate.

I hope we (society) will all learn such a valuable cultural skillset (engage in self-conscious reasoned debate). No compulsion, but social adherence created thru reasoned debate, persuasive arguments, and the establishment of social consensus. In addition, a society of communities that have a system of mutual aid, equality, minimal conflict, and who celebrate each other's differences.

We all have the capacity to care for and be committed to all folks in our community.

I again invite folks to read my posting "Make 2022 the year of caring - Conscious reflection of our societal behavior and options for change" (I have revised and updated based on feedback). I hope this can be a stimulus for further discussion of how we can improve community dialogue, and lower animosity between divergent approaches and opinions.

https://jerichovermont.blogspot.com/2021/12/2022-year-of-caring.html

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Friday, December 17, 2021

Christmas Eve: lost package, found package

   It was December 24 and all was still except for the snowflakes drifting lazily down each, arriving exactly where they were supposed to go, the last deliveries from a tumultuous month of deliveries. 

   All the UPS, FedEx, and USPS trucks were nestled in their respective garages. Their exhausted drivers were deep under covers for a well-deserved rest; each one dreaming of house numbers transposed, street names misspelled, and misguided GPS directions, as mountains of packages descended from the sky. 

 
Only one driver remained on duty. Having rested all year, this driver was spry and active and moving at full speed - in spite of his very old age as one could guess by his white beard, which matched his white gloves and fluffy coat collar. 


   He had finished his run in record time, having delivered at least one package to every boy and girl in Jericho, Underhill, and Richmond.  His rosy cheeks and a belly full of chocolate and cookies gave testament to his reward. He chuckled at first, then rolled out a full belly laugh to think of the joy and happiness that filled the air as kindness drifted out of chimneys, more on this night than any other. And this gave him hope, as all acts of kindness do. 

   Just as he was about to turn north to head home, an FPF (Front Porch Forum) post flashed on his sleigh dashboard. The message read, "LOST PACKAGE"! "Oh, dear, dear me", he thought, "tonight of all nights, we cannot have any, no not any lost packages." 

   But before he could re-check his delivery list - a list with thousands of names and addresses - another "Lost Package" notice popped up, then another, and another, then ten more, then dozens that announced "MISSING PACKAGE", and one that said, "DELIVERED TO Johnny, but BELONGS TO Sally". The messages started appearing so fast he could hardly finish reading one before another appeared. Some of the lost packages were showing up as "FOUND PACKAGE, if your name is so and so, we have your package". The screen was scrolling so fast now it became just a blur, a flurry of misdelivered packages on Christmas Eve. This had never happened before, not on Christmas Eve. 

   In a near panic, he thought, "With only a few precious hours left before Christmas, what to do? And how could this happen? An errant disgruntled Elf? An uncalibrated GPS? Did my glasses fog up? I knew those signs did not look right." 

   "No matter, the important thing now is to deliver these misdirected packages each, to their rightful child. But how with so little time left?" Santa looked over at his reindeer and realized even if he was still spry, they were wasted from pulling the sleigh all night. He could not ask them to do much more tonight. 

   "There is only one thing to do," he thought. "I must call on the goodwill of these communities to help me. These boxes, each carefully filled with a gift, stuffed with love and care, sealed tightly with the glue of a warm hug, addressed in large block letters with the utmost accuracy and legibility, must - they must - be delivered to the correct address by Christmas morning."   



   And so, as increasing snowflakes clustered together as though holding hands (severely limiting visibility), Santa abandoned his sleigh and began knocking on doors, walking from house to house, asking for help. 



   Luckily some of the first houses he came to were those of UPS, FedEx, and USPS drivers who, after wakening and quickly downing some coffee, gathered around Santa to see how they could help. 

   Soon neighbors were stepping out to see what all the flashlights and scurrying was all about, and once informed of the lost and found and misdirected packages, jumped in to search and match lost and found with the correct deliverance. 

   Within an hour hundreds of folks were making corrected deliveries, only not through chimneys but by knocking softly on doors to deliver in person. And a strange thing happened as a result of the lost and found on Christmas Eve. Neighbors got to know each other a little bit better. Some were invited in for cookies and hot chocolate. Some made plans to have a skating or sledding outing together to allow whole families to meet up. And the FedEx and UPS and USPS folks gained additional respect for helping out, especially given the knowledge that even Santa can occasionally make a delivery error. 

   Santa finally made it home, mission accomplished, as the clock struck the early hours of Christmas morning. Mrs. Claus had been very worried, and when Santa had told her the whole story they both shared a long-lasting hug, knowing that even when things go wrong, even when a problem is bigger than any one person, community - folks working together to help each other - gets the job done. Ribbons on packages are pretty and presents are fine, but the kindness that goes into those packages is the most important gift of all. 

   As the last snowflakes fell from the sky, an errant wind threatened to blow them off course. Just then two neighbors stepped out onto their porches to wish each other a Merry Christmas, and the warm air, some would say the warm air of kindness, drifted out of the two houses and combined, pushing back against the cold breeze. allowing the snowflakes to land just where they were supposed to go. 

Wishing you all, kindness received just where and when you need it.
~Bernie



POSTSCRIPT: I think Seven Days "Free Will Astrology" for Scorpio, hit it right on the mark for me: 
"Prolific author Ray Bradbury liked to give advice to those with a strong need to express their imaginative originality. Since I expect you will be a person like that in 2022, I'll convey to you one of his exhortations. He wrote, "If you want to create you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you." Keep in mind that Bradbury was referring to constructive craziness, wise foolishness, and divine madness."   

Saturday, December 4, 2021

Ice Crystal Photos - Jericho, Vermont

 

Temperature is so low as to have dropped off the bottom of our thermometer.        Did you ever have a thermometer like that?















Truly though it was cold enough to create glass shards along stems.











   No telling what critter became frozen in place just as it reached for the leaf.



                                         Glass foilage


                                          Snowball of shards of glass from a broken mirror. 



                                Signpost pointing south



Take a walk on the wild side. Find your pleasure in the small and the large of nature. If the cold temperatures get you down, just turn the thermometer upside down!

Bernie

Snowflake Bentley photo and letter discovered


Snowflake Bentley Photo and Letter Discovered
by Louise Miglionico
Jericho Historical Society

     The Blue Hill Observatory (BHO) in Milton, Massachusetts is home to the oldest continuous weather recordings in North America and maintains a plethora of weather observations from across the country. Recently, the Jericho Historical Society was contacted by Dr. William Minsinger, President of the Blue Hill Observatory Board of Directors, indicating that they had uncovered a letter written by Snowflake Bentley to the then director of the BHO, Dr. Charles Franklin Brooks. 

     Dr. Brooks was also the founder of the American Meteorological Society and was quite helpful in the publishing of Bentley's iconic Snow Crystals book which contains more than 2400 photo plates of snowflakes, frost, and dew taken by Bentley. The book is still in publication today. In the document, Bentley expresses his appreciation for Dr. Brooks' praise of Snow Crystals which had been sent in a letter to Bentley which was also accompanied by a clipping concerning the book. 

     The letter is dated December 6, 1931, which is shortly after 'Snow Crystals' was published in November 1931. Bentley passed away from pneumonia shortly thereafter. He had very little time to relish his crowning achievement. 

     In the letter pictured (below), Bentley also mentions appreciating hearing Brooks' daughter sing which suggests that Bentley had visited the Brooks home in Massachusetts. Bentley himself was an accomplished musician playing piano, clarinet, cornet, and violin. 

     Also discovered was a photo (right) of Bentley from the album of Eleanor Stabler Brooks in the family section suggesting that the Brooks family may have visited Bentley at his Jericho farm. Bentley was known for his pleasant nature which is evident in the smiling photo of him. 

     The BHO is currently undergoing a major renovation and will be adding an exhibit dedicated to Snowflake Bentley. The Jericho Historical Society will be providing a glass plate negative, a magic lantern slide, and snowflake photos on permanent loan for this exhibit. 

     To learn more about Snowflake Bentley go to www. snowflakebentley.com or visit the Snowflake Bentley Exhibit at the Old Red Mill on Rte 15 in Jericho, Vermont. 



The Jericho Historical Society owns the Old Red Mill on Route 15 in Jericho Corners Historic District. The mill is on the National Register of Historic Places. In addition to being a mill museum, it is also the home to the “Snowflake” Bentley Museum.
The Old Mill Craft shop sells crafts and art of local artisans as well as official Snowflake Bentley prints, pewter ornaments, and pewter jewelry. The proceeds from sales at the shop help with the expenses of preserving this iconic building.
The Jericho Historical Society welcomes volunteers to help with the involved work required of maintaining the facility. The Jericho Historical Society also maintains Jericho History archives. 



Photos above contributed by Louise Miglionico.



Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Thanksgiving: everybody brings something

Photo by Maeve Kim

Thanksgiving: 

everybody brings something

   We are looking back over the past year or so recognizing what folks in our community have given us or helped us attain.

   Gourds and grapes overflowing from a roadside stand find their way to our back door, a note of generosity cresting the offering. 

   Vegetables are a staple for us all year with a rare exception including on Thanksgiving. The best vegetables are those grown from healthy soil, tended by our own hands, pollinated by insects who do so free of charge. 

   Many ingredients are in the recipe for our soil, including a raised bed mix delivered by a Jericho Mason who arrives with a smile every time. We also purchased compost from the folks at Davis Farm (recycle and reuse locally). 

   We strive to improve the biological, physical, and chemical (ph, carbon, etc.) properties of the soil by, adding used coffee grounds from JCS, donated wood chips from blowdowns or cuts, and leaves from trees all across town. Donated wood pallets frame our leaf collection slowly working down to leaf litter, which will provide valuable nutrients to the soil. Donated compost bins also aid in the process. From these efforts and contributions, we get vegetables that are more nutrient-dense food (as we increase the percentage of organic matter which increases the nutrients in the soil). 

   The two bat houses on our barn, both built and donated to us, may well bring us bats and thereby guano to add to the recipe. Some of the scraps of wood donated to us went into bird boxes that surround our yard. The birds sing for us as we prepare the feast for the Thanksgiving meal. 

   A large owl box was donated to us as a kit we quickly put together with admiration at the skilled craftsman who brought it to us. Perhaps on Thanksgiving eve, we will hear a Barred Owl hooting call “Who cooks for you, Who cooks for you-all?”

   Sometimes the load is just too heavy for us to carry alone. A loaned pickup truck carried donated cement blocks, bricks, pavers, and wood chips for a vegetable garden expansion. Two-inch thick and ten-inch wide hemlock planks, locally sourced and milled, created our raised beds from which much of our food will come. 

   Folks have shared their labor, expertise, and things with us. Neighbor helping neighbor is part of the process of communal living. 

   Our tomato plants are supported like we are by a community member's donation of tomato cages. Our carrots would be rabbit food and our blackberry plants deer browsed, if not for receiving some fencing and stakes and 4x4's that neighbors donated.  

   When our garden skills were a bit inadequate - last year our zucchini crop failed, and this year our garlic crop would not keep a vampire at bay - in each case, community members came through for us and filled in the gap with donations from their gardens. We also received unusual pepper starter plants that will add flavor at our table.

   Our Thanksgiving basket is sprinkled with locally donated walnuts fresh off the tree - Though I have to say the process of drying, husking, and breaking open the nuts was as underestimated, as was the portion size that we ‘shared’ with the chipmunks who surely must have a fine Thanksgiving table indeed. 

   Local chickens contributed to the table as well, via roadside and farm-direct fresh egg sales. Oh, how dark and orange the yolks are. We enjoy observing the chickens that are visible at some of the locations we buy eggs! We like knowing where our food comes from!

   Flowers on the table - for what would a Thanksgiving dinner be without flowers to remind us of the beauty of nature, how close at hand she is, and how fragile she can become if we do not protect her habitat?

   Liquid refreshment consists of apple cider, thanks to our conservation and community-minded friend whose apple-press ground up our apples to a pulp then pressed out juice as golden as some of the fall leaves, fresh-tasting as the day the apples fell off the trees. 

   For dessert, raspberry jam with the aroma of spring and fall combined, canned for us. The jam helps to ease our winter confinement. Jericho maple syrup flows across the table in goblets sure to satisfy even the sweet-lovers like me. 

   I am sure I have missed or forgotten some of the bounties that fill our basket, brought to us from folks in Jericho, Underhill, and Richmond. Nonetheless, we are thankful for each of you, for your generosity, kindness, thoughtfulness, camaraderie, for sharing part of yourselves with us. 

   What will be the talk at our Thanksgiving table? We are often inspired by a diversity of discussion, ideas, and opinions to challenge our thinking, exchange ideas, drive creativity to solve problems, and constantly refresh our view of the world. Sharing our passions with others rings our bell and builds our confidence. 

   Support from community members buffers our determined perseverance and resilience. Acts of kindness and encouragement create hope and knowledge within us that we are not alone.

   Maeve and I bow our heads and hold each other's hands, thankful for each other, and together recall how much the Jericho and Underhill, and Richmond communities have filled our table, our minds, and our hearts. 

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you and your families

Bernie and Maeve

PS see Bernie's fall poem below.

A November Blessing 

by Bernie Paquette


Oh sunshine, where do you go with November in tow?

Do you follow the leaves of October

and drop low?   

 

  Do you languish

   as the roses, and green leaves, 

turn in or fall off in anguish?


   Has daylight saving time

      run out for you 

     with no one to turn over

       the hourglass?


If you did rise and shine

  frost would melt, yawns would cease,

we would praise you as divine. 


     Blue skies would no longer be cold

  bare limbs once barren, 

 would glow as your rays rush by.


    Mercury would climb the stairs 

instead of slipping down the slide.


   For now, 

  you settle with golden grace

over calm waters 

behind serene mountains 

  melting our hopes

   in a cold kettle. 


Oh, sunshine where do you go

 to another land

     leaving us here with snow? 


    We yearn for your return 

    as you fade away 

perhaps not to return until May.


Oh, sunshine where do you go

                  with winter in tow?



Monday, November 22, 2021

Jericho & Underhill VT. Fire Destroys Landmarks 1800 - 1900s

Guest post and photos by Gary Irish 

Edited and formated by Bernie Paquette


Heritage in Historic Homes: Jericho & Underhill VT. Fire Destroys Landmarks


Part IV Fire Destroys Landmarks


At about 2 o’clock on the morning of January 11, 1891 fire was discovered in the attic at the rear of the old inn.  The Burlington Free Press of Friday, January 16, 1891, reported it as follows:

“Another Landmark Gone.  The Dixon House at Underhill in Ashes – Loss $12,600, Insurance $8000

“The pleasant hotel at Underhill Flats was discovered to be on fire on Sunday morning at 2 o’clock by persons residing in the vicinity.  It had been closed for the winter and was unoccupied, but fires were put into the building on Saturday for the purpose of warming the house.  When the fire was discovered the upper part of the ell was one sheet of flame and had made such headway it was soon a mass of smoldering ruins.  The main body of the house was soon on fire, and the night being a still one and the building burning from the roof downward, it was three o’clock before the last walls were prostrate.  Only one tall chimney remains standing in its stately height as if silently protesting against such sad havoc and desolation.  There was so little commotion that people residing almost within a stone’s throw of the hotel did not know of its destruction until morning.  Some of the furniture on the two lower floors of the main building was saved.  It is supposed that the fire caught from one of the chimneys in the ell.  The building was insured by T.S. Peck of Burlington in several stock companies for $6,000 and the furniture for $2000."

“This hotel has been a pleasant resort for many from all parts of New England and it will be with regret that they learn of its loss.  It was first known as the Bostwick House, being built by Arthur Bostwick about the year 1803.  It was then an unpretentious two-story building but was afterward somewhat enlarged by him.  Clark Bostwick of this village was the first child born within its walls.  It afterward passed into the hands of Rufus Brown, a son-in-law of Mr. Bostwick, who still further enlarged it by building more sleeping rooms in the ell part.  Nearly 25 years ago the property was purchased by L.M. Dixon and by him beautified and enlarged to the commodious house it has since been.  Mr. Dixon proved to be an excellent landlord and under his supervision, it was made a very attractive summer resort and was well patronized.  About two years ago and after the death of Mr. Dixon, the hotel was purchased by Dr. A.F. Burdick, and by him had been newly painted, papered, carpeted, and furnished throughout at an expense of several thousand dollars."

“In 1832 the barns of the hotel, which stood very nearly where the present ones are situated, were accidentally set on fire by a candle and burned to the ground, the hotel itself barely escaping the same fate.  Perhaps some of the older residents may remember the sign which used to adorn the post in front of this old-time hostelry.  It was shield-shaped and was painted by a man from Burlington named Wicker.  The work was done in the north room over the barroom and the landscape he painted thereon was from the natural scenery of hill, wood, and dale, which the painter could see from the hotel window.  On this sign was painted “Bostwick House” in large gilt letters.  The other side was adorned with a two-wheeled chariot, drawn by fiery steeds driven by a woman.  

A man by the name of Burroughs first drove a stage through this section from Essex Junction through Cambridge to Johnson, the mail having previously been carried by a man on horseback.  Mr. Burroughs drove a very unassuming vehicle but about the year 1827 a man named Roswell Butler from Essex came on to the route with “nice yellow coaches” bought at Concord, N.H., and drawn by four horses, and for years the crack of the driver’s whip as he reined his fiery steeds driven at full gallop up the hill to the door of the Bostwick House, was a familiar sound.  The railway mail system has obliterated the old-time stagecoach and to the regret of many, the insatiable element of fire has obliterated the pleasant resort for the traveler and the pleasure seeker – the Dixon House.”

Site of the Bostwick House, 2018

The Green Mountain Press of January 13th had the following card of thanks from Dr. Burdick: “I desire to express my sincere thanks to the village people of Underhill Flats who so promptly responded to the alarm of fire on Sunday morning, and who so ably assisted, at the risk of their lives, in saving property.  Especial thanks are due Mr. M.L. Washburn for the coolness exhibited, and for the efficient manner in which he superintended the removal of hotel furniture.”

Mr. & Mrs. B.M. Norris also had a card of thanks in the paper:
 “We wish to return our hearty thanks to those who worked so hard to save our son’s house from burning during the burning of the Dixon House.”

While the entire building was burned to the ground, those who responded to the alarm were able to remove the piano and much of the furniture.  The furniture which was saved was stored at Thompson's Hall (this was an assembly hall on the second floor of what is today Jacobs’ store on Park Street before that space was converted to living quarters in 1892), and Dr. Burdick soon advertised that “$2000 worth of Dixon House goods will be sold at…private sale” starting on January 26.  In the fall of 1896, Dr. Burdick had a new tenement house built on the Dixon House lot, and the next fall, he had another house built there.  

An unfortunate “casualty” of the hotel fire was the nearby Calvary Episcopal Church.  For many years, summer visitors who stayed at the hotel had been a large part of the support of the Church, located just north of the hotel, and with the loss of the Dixon House, and therefore the summer visitors, the church’s finances suffered for many years after.

Calvary Episcopal Church

Across the street from the Barney Hotel was the site of Fletcher’s storehouse, which about 1848 was fitted up as a store by Erastus Field and Ferdinand Beach.  It was next operated by Beach and L.B. Howe from about 1852 to 1866 and then carried on by Henry Field and Hira Percival until 1872.  John Percival and Edwin Oakes then operated it until it was destroyed by fire in 1874.  

At the time, Orlin Rood’s harness shop stood just to the east of the store, and that also burned in the fire.  He soon rebuilt his shop, and in 1881 Wareham Pierce from Jericho Center built a large Victorian commercial block on the site of the old store.  He carried on the store until 1891 when it was sold to the Home Market, an incorporated company.  They rented one side to first Suter and Lamphere and later to just Charles Suter, who carried on a dry goods business, while the other side was rented to B.A. Donaldson for his grocery store.

Later Donaldson took over the entire store for his grocery business.  Meanwhile, the second floor was finished off as offices and the rooms for the Masonic Hall for McDonough Lodge #26, F&AM, which moved here from Essex in 1882.  Among the offices there at one time or another were Samuel Clark’s boot and shoe shop, Arthur Bradford’s print shop, Joseph Gouther’s barbershop, and Dr. Bradford’s dentist office, along with the office of the WCTU. 

In March 1889 it was reported that M.H. Alexander had rented the three front rooms on the second floor, including the one then used as a barbershop, and had commenced furnishing one of them in elaborate style as a law office, although just the next month, a barber had put in a chair upstairs in Pierce’s Block, next door the M.H. Alexander’s office.

This building was destroyed in a fire that occurred on the night of January 11, 1901 (Ten years after the fire that destroyed the  Dixon House). The fire also destroyed Rood’s harness shop (by now operated by Orlin’s son Dennis) adjoining on the east side, and the tin shop and home of Joseph Bissonette on the west. 

The lot sat vacant until 1928 when George Ladue purchased it and started to construct a store.  But he took a job in the store of George Woodruff across the street and used this building as a garage to house his car while he was working at the Woodruff store.  It was sold to Fred Greenough in the early 1930s, and he made it into a small but popular meat market with a few groceries.  He added a back room which he used to store ice for the refrigerators. 

The property was next sold to Emile Grenier.  He was a barber and also operated a woodworking business.  He used the front part of the building for his barbershop and enlarged the rear portion to house his wood-turning machines.  He later moved to Plains Road, and converted these buildings to living quarters, renting the front building to John Moiles and the rear to the Lessor family. 

In the 1940s the buildings were taken over by George Woodruff for his Brown’s River Maple Products business, which used the front building as a shop to sell maple products. 

Brown's River Maple Products, taken from in front of what is today Jericho General Store

The building behind the Brown's River Maple Products building - you can see just a bit of it behind the other building in the previous picture.

At the corner of Route 15 and Lee River Road, currently the site of Stanley Knapp’s home, there were two business blocks.  On the north was the Chesmore Block, which had been the home of LaFayette Wilbur, a well-known local lawyer, in the 1850s; in the 1870s Spafford Wright had a carriage manufacturing business here; it then was used as a store by Samuel Clark, and later A.A. Chesmore.  

On the south was the post office block, thought to have been in use as such by 1798, and later also a store operated by, among others, H.N. Percival, E.W. Curtis, and J.H. May.  At the time of the fire, on November 20, 1906, it housed both the post office and the drug store of E.B. Williams, and the upper floors were the home of Dr. W.C. Jackson. 


Underhill Drug Store


 The fire was first discovered in the rear of the Chesmore Block, and in no time the whole block was a mass of flames.  The drug store, separated by only a few feet, was almost immediately in flames as well, and both buildings were burned to the ground in less than two hours. 

The harness shop of Peter Gomo, about twenty feet to the north, was only prevented from burning by carpets hung over the side and kept wet with water.  The Folsom house, on the corner of Plains Road, had the paint on the entire front blistered, and many windows were cracked by the heat of the fire.  Most of the contents of the post office were saved, along with the prescription files of the drug store, but little else survived the fire.

Underhill Drug Store, with glimpses of the Riverside Methodist Church on the left.

The Burlington Free Press, in a November 22, 1906 article, described it as follows: Night Fire At At [sic] Jericho Post Office, Drug Store, Grocery, and Two Dwelling Destroyed

“Jericho Nov. 20 – There is very little left of the business portion of this village.  Three times in the past few years fire has eaten in the principal street, the latest calamity coming this morning, when the post office, and drug store and dwelling of William Jackson, with the grocery store of W.W. Chesmore and the tenement above it, were burned to the ground.

“Mrs. Sarah Jackson, who lives with her son, Mr. Jackson, over the post office, was the first to discover the fire, which started from a defective chimney in the unoccupied tenement over the Chesmore store and was then burning very rapidly.  She gave the alarm but the flames were already beyond control.  The village is without fire protection and little could be done beyond saving what goods could be easily moved.

“Peter Gomo’s harness shop, near the grocery store, was in great danger, but the volunteer bucket brigade managed to save it by constant wetting, water being brought from the river some distance away [Peter Gomo had worked for the Roods, whose shop was destroyed by fire twice – see above].  The north wind was also in favor of the buildings across the street, thus preventing a much more serious disaster.

“People in the village noted a strong odor of smoke early in the evening but thought it came from chimneys.  The estimated loss is $10,000, well covered by insurance.”

The fire that wiped out the last of Jericho Corner’s commercial district occurred on April 15, 1963, when the Rotunda Brothers grocery store and the adjacent home of the George Bessette family, formerly the drug store of William and Minnie Jackson, both burned.  Ironically, George Woodruff, who had previously owned this store, died the next day. 

When the Barney Hotel next door had burned in 1904, the store, only separated by a driveway from the hotel, was saved, and now in 1963, Joe’s Snack Bar, built by Joe Rotunda’s son, Joe, Jr., was again only separated from the store by the same driveway.  But as before, when the store burned, the snack bar was saved.

The north side of Route 15 at Jericho Corners, just east of the Brown's River bridge.  Left to right - the Jericho post office, probably when Herb Hutchinson was postmaster, now Kozlowski's; William and Minnie Jackson's drug store, formerly E.B. Williams, now part of the parking lot for Joe's Snack Bar; and the former E.B. Williams grocery store, by the time of the photo probably George Woodruff's, and now the rest of Joe's parking lot.  I'd guess this dates to the 1930s.  the latter two buildings are what burned in the 1963 fire.

This store had been built about 1824 by William Prentiss and Thomas Taylor.  From 1832 to 1890, the store was operated by no less than eleven different people.  At that time, it was purchased by E.B. Williams, who had previously carried on the drug store in the post office block.  Mr. Williams also operated the sawmill on Cilley Hill Road, as well as a coal business, and for over 35 years was the Jericho town treasurer and moderator.  He continued the business until his death in 1929 when it was purchased by George Woodruff.  He carried it on until selling it to the Rotunda Brothers (Joe and Tom) in 1940.

The brick house next door, which was built about 1815, was originally the home of Horatio Barney, who ran the wool carding mill on Lee River.  In the 1890s, E. B. Williams converted the home into a drug store, and after his death in 1929, it was taken over by William and Minnie Jackson.  Mr. Jackson not only filled prescriptions but was qualified to examine eyes for glasses.  After he died in 1941, Minnie continued the business for a time as a newsstand, ice cream parlor, and bus stop, with prescriptions being sent to Burlington to be filled. 


Underhill Fire

About 11:00 am on the morning of August 11, 1906, an oil stove in the home of Walter Grace exploded.  Mr. Grace was asleep at the time, and Mrs. Grace was in a hammock in the front yard.  By the time it was discovered by Mrs. Hattie Palmer, a neighbor, it was too far advanced for the structure to be saved, Mr. Grace escaping without time to even save his hat. 

The house of Dr. Nay, separated by only a driveway, was soon in flames, although the furniture was able to be saved, and it quickly spread next door to the drug store, where only some office furniture was saved. 

It was thought at first that the Methodist church next to the drug store could be saved, being protected somewhat by its slate roof, and citizens formed a bucket brigade.  However, they were hampered by a lack of water, and the church was soon engulfed as well.  The fire spread next to the grange hall on the other side of the church. 

Grange Hall, formerly a store, was beside the Methodist Church in Riverside.  The "Park & Grange Hall Underhill" photo also shows the grange hall, but far enough away to give you an idea of its location.  You can see what was the Congregational Church, now the United Church, behind it, what was Dr. Burdick's house on the left, and through the trees just a hint of the brick store.

 As the seriousness of the fire was realized, word was sent to Burlington, where a special train was made up in 20 minutes by conductor J.L. Berry, with engine 328 under the control of engineer H.H. Knox and fireman George Fortier hauling a flat car on which had been loaded a fire engine.  The train left Burlington at 12:55 with nine firefighters and arrived in Underhill in only 35 minutes.  The fire engine was located beside the Creek behind Dr. Burdick’s house, and a hose soon run to the scene of the fire.  Volunteers were able to pull down the horse sheds behind the church, which prevented the fire from spreading to other nearby homes, some of which had their roofs covered with wet blankets to protect them from the sparks.  Several times both the Barrows store and the Congregational church did catch fire but were quickly extinguished before serious damage. 

A picture of the scene after the fire of August 1906.  Note the blankets on the roof of the house in the center background, kept wet to keep that house from catching fire.  And you can see the church and store in the left background that did catch fire, but which were put out and the buildings saved.

Soon after the arrival of the fire engine rain began to fall, and the firemen were able to return with their engine to Burlington about 5 pm.  Total loss from the fire was put at $15,000.

The Burlington Free Press of August 16, 1906, reported it thus: 

Large Fire In Underhill Methodist Church and Several Other Buildings Burned Started by Oil Stove Explosion

“Underhill, Aug. 12 - A most disastrous fire swept through Underhill Saturday.  The fire originated at the home of Walter Grace caused by the explosion of an oil stove.  The alarm was given but before help reached there the house was in flames.  The next to take fire was the residence and drug store of Dr. W.S. Nay.  By this time in answer to [the] telephone, a good many men from the adjoining villages responded but the fire had made such headway under the impetus of a strong south wind with the facilities at hand it was impossible to cope with it.  The two remaining buildings between that and the park were the Methodist Church and Grange hall, which were both burned.  It was only by the most strenuous efforts of those present that the fire was held from crossing the street.  Dr. Burdick’s, Harmon Howard’s residences and H. Barrow’s store, and the Congregational Church caught fire several times but were extinguished.

Park and Grange Hall

“An engine was sent for from Burlington but did not arrive in time to save any of the buildings.

“The losses will be heavy but partly covered by insurance.  Mr. Grace did not save any of his household effects.  A large part of Dr. Nay’s furniture was carried out and part of the drug store stock.”

When the Pierce Block was built in Jericho Corners in 1881, W.N. Pierce had part of the upper floor finished as a Masonic Hall, and in June 1882 the McDonough Lodge #26 moved to Jericho from Essex.  On January 11, 1901, the building was completely destroyed by fire.  This resulted in the Lodge moving to the upper floor of Dr. Nay’s drug store in Riverside.  Now just over five years later, they were burned out once again.

Rebuilding soon began, both on a new structure for the Methodist Church and a new home and drug store for Dr. Nay.  The upper floor of the new drug store included a new Masonic Hall for the McDonough Lodge, which they occupied until purchasing and renovating the former Baptist church in Jericho Corners for their lodge in 1929.  


The new Methodist Church and new drug store, soon after they were built.  Note the street lamp on the drug store porch post, and also note the building shown through the trees just to the left of the Congregational Church - you can't see much except a door.   


Dr. Nay's new house, built beside the drug store after the fire.  Today the home of Peter and Kate Mitchell. 

Starting in August 1915, Alice Ayer began working in the drug store with Dr. Nay, and after being trained by him, Miss Ayer was the first woman to become a licensed pharmacist in the state of Vermont.  (The story is told that when she went to Montpelier to take her exam, she failed the test - because Dr. Nay had neglected to teach her how to make pills!  Even though by that time, most pills were coming ready-made, the skill was still a requirement, and after he taught her the art of "rolling pills", she passed the exam with flying colors.)Dr. Nay continued to run his drug store in the new enlarged building until selling it about a month prior to his death in 1949 at the age of 98 years. 


Dr. W. Scott Nay


The new Methodist Church, in the late 1930s.  Just to the left of the church is what was used as the church parish house.  This was purchased in 1864 through the efforts of Deacon Wells and put in repair for use as the chapel of the Congregational Church.  After the church parlors were added to the church building in 1885, this building was no longer needed and was sold to Amos Humphrey.  It was used from 1894 to 1896 by the Underhill Library Association for their library, which had outgrown its previous location in Dr. Nay's office.  Mr. Humphrey then became the Underhill postmaster and converted this building to the Underhill post office.  

After the 1906 fire that had destroyed the grange hall, the grange purchased this building and moved it to its present location.  This building originally resembled the present Underhill Center post office building, with an open portico on the front.  The grange disbanded in 1908, so that is likely when ownership was transferred to the Methodist Church.  

Then on the left of this picture is the Underhill fire station.  The fire truck had been housed in a portion of Elbridge Nealy's jewelry store on Park Street (today the apartment building across the street from Jacob's Market), but when Mr. Nealy needed more room in his store in 1936, this building was built as the new fire station.  This was used until the next fire station was built in 1952, and then it was moved across the street where it is used as a private garage today.

Former Underhill Fire Station

Hector Marcoux, who had just sold his grocery store on Park Street to the Jacobs family, was the next owner of the drug store.  

Hector Marcoux

He remodeled it, including adding a soda fountain, also selling books and stationery, and at this time converted the former Masonic rooms on the upper floor into living quarters for his family.  At this time, prescriptions were no longer filled in the drug store but were sent to the Terminal Pharmacy in Burlington (operated by Melville Maurice of Underhill Center) to be filled.  In 1953, the drug store was sold to Mr. Agius of South Burlington, who remodeled the drug store area into the Underhill Restaurant, lunch, and newsstand, which he operated for a short time.  He then sold to the Snow family, who lived there about a year and a half before selling the building to Bruce Ward.  He operated it as Ward’s Luncheonette in the early 1960s.  It has been used as apartments since then.

~Gary Irish

View the MMCTV video of my program on The Flats/Riverside that I presented for the Chittenden County  Historical Society on December 5 as part of the rollout of Volume 3 of the Jericho Town History, now available for viewing at:  https://archive.org/details/gary-irish-underhill-flats-history-12052021