Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Wild Things Going On in Jericho, VT Backyards


 
April 1, 2021 Vermont News Release 

Caution: Contains some (insect) sexual material and photos.


Wild Things Going On in Jericho, VT Backyards

     Jericho, Vermont resident Bernie Paquette found COVID restrictions opened up a new world for him in his backyard. After spending hours and hours in his backyard throughout the spring and summer, from early morning to late evening, through careful close and curious observations he has uncovered a hereto before unknown impact to pollinators (brought about by the changing leisure behavior of people) that scientists are eager to learn more about. The implications for pollinators and other natural wildlife are disturbing and at the same time promising according to one State of Vermont Entomologist. 

     To better understand the significance of the startling finding and theory by Paquette, one must delve into the background of backyards, the life forms therein, and his observation techniques that led to this outstanding new threat and his innovative approach to address it.  

     Paquette realized more folks like him were seeking outdoor activities, traveling less, finding great pleasure in quiet, simple, close-to-home activities relating to nature, in their own backyards. They were mowing a smaller portion of their lawns, making them pathways to nature, and planting a greater percentage of native plants* to help improve habitat for pollinators. Not just perennials and vegetables, but also flowering shrubs and trees, to grow more forage and host plants that pollinators and other insects as well as birds are attracted to and utilize. Folks started or increased the size of their vegetable gardens. Many began mowing only paths winding around landscaped vegetation offering more time to enjoy an increasingly diverse and interesting landscape full of life full worth watching and interacting with. 

     Local nurseries were also realizing the surge of interest Jericho residents were giving to their backyards. Native plants and seeds sold out early in 2020 and sales are already brisk in 2021. Everything from vegetable seeds, vegetable starter plants, perennials, shrubs, and trees to local compost, soil, and lumber for raised beds are hot items being pre-ordered for spring of 2021. Tammy Davis of Davis Farm in Jericho, reports orders for their compost made from cow and chicken poop are as popular as the traditional chicken and cow products. Nate Ely, of Renaissance Building and Landscape, also reports a surge in demand for hauling Green Mountain compost.  Christa and Mark of Jericho Settlers Farm report high demand for its popular starter organic vegetable plant CSA. Jane Sorensen a native pollinator plants and landscape design expert, UVM adjunct faculty lecturer, and co-proprietor of River Berry Farms Nursery in Fairfax, Vermont, reports strong organic pollinator plant sales as well as strong demand by the public for pollinator habitat-related educational opportunities.  

     Paquette believes that this new interest in their backyard the residents of Jericho are showing may lead to unintended consequences.  Improved native plantings do appear to be drawing in more native wildlife to Jericho backyards. His early findings, though research is preliminary, show that these increased native plantings, some replacing sterile lawn area, are beginning to draw in and support greater diversity and quantity of butterflies, spectacular looking moths, colorful beneficial bugs, caterpillars dressed for show, and birds feeding those caterpillars to their young.  Habitat loss has long been known as one of the causes of pollinator and beneficial insect decline. Home and landowners are perhaps nature's last hope for restoring habitat capable of supporting native wildlife and reducing habitat fragmentation 

     However, with more folks staying home and having more free time (partly due to less mowing), a new threat to pollinators and other beneficial insects may be on the horizon or so Paquette theorized. 

     To set a baseline against which to measure his theory, Paquette walked about his backyard for 2 to 3 hours nearly every day from spring through early fall observing and photographing every insect, and most of the birds he observed. The process of photographing insects was in itself a trial and error learning process. 

     He first realized two methods of finding insects, sitting or standing in one spot, or walking slowly about the yard, each offered advantages and disadvantages. Setting in one spot bolstered his patience and sparked a realization that birders often discover. Birders typically walk through natural areas to seek views of birds, once sighting one, moving on for the next. Of late, a different approach penned ‘slow birding’ as in the Mills Riverside Park Sit Spot experience, is gaining a following by many birders as an alternative. In slow birding, one may not travel far if at all, perhaps only as far as your backyard. Then you spend perhaps an hour or more observing whatever birds come into view. Instead of a quick glance enough to ID any given bird, you spend more time watching the bird(s), observing details of plumage, bird song, and bird behavior as you become immersed at the moment. 

     The advantage of strolling very slowly about the yard, Paquette found, was that he became more familiar with not only the insects but also the plants and the symbiosis, the interaction between plant and insect species. Some insects are generalists while others only utilize specific species of plants for forage, and for a place to lay their larvae, to continue their progeny if you will. Finding plants with some of their leaves eaten or partially eaten by a caterpillar soon became a ‘good thing’ in Paquette’s viewpoint. 

     First, the caterpillars were finding a plant in his yard that they liked to eat, second, the caterpillars were of many colors and shapes that interested him, and third, more caterpillars meant more (next generation) delightful butterflies, moths, and well-fed baby birds. 

     And he found the balance in nature intriguing. Take oak trees for example. Oaks attract hundreds of caterpillar species. Those caterpillars eat a lot of oak leaves, yet the oak trees in Paquette’s yard seem unscathed. That is because oak trees have lots of leaves that do not get eaten, which is because oak trees have defense mechanisms and because many birds rely primarily on caterpillars to rear their young

     Either slow walking or staying in place Paquette determined he needed a customized picture-taking process that worked for him and the insects he desired to record. He started with both point and shoot and 35 mm digital cameras. Both offered at least a minimum of ability to record digital images of small insects that were visible to the naked eye. The 35 mm became his preferred unit. Experimentation with flash, with no flash, with various lenses, apertures, iso, and speed settings have led to incrementally better images. Macro photography, he noted, could be an option in the future if an affordable lens becomes available. 

     Paquette is quick to point out that equipment is the least important element in both recording observations and particularly in enjoying the observations of a myriad of incredibly fascinating array of life forms and their behavior seen only a few steps from his back door. 

     He posts the insect photos online on his Jericho Project on iNaturalist. iNaturalist is an online social network of people sharing biodiversity information to help each other learn about nature. It's also a crowdsourced species identification system and an organism occurrence recording tool. One need not know the name of an insect. All that is necessary is to post a photo and list the location. The system will give a good guess, in most cases, as to what the species is. In usually a short period of time, insect knowledgeable individuals will confirm or suggest a different Identification.

One particular behavior of pollinator and other beneficial insects in his backyard is what Paquette may be the first to uncover. 


     Jericho, Vermont is not unique in the world of natural propagation. One need not go any further than your backyard to experience nature going at it! From rabbits to dragonflies, from birds to bees, to flowers, and trees. They all do it. 

     They all have sex. And yes they do it in your backyard. There is even sex blowing in the wind in spring as some trees and other wind-pollinated plants release their pollen grains and ovules. There are about 275 species of Vermont native and mostly solitary bees ‘assisting’ flowers matching and meeting up pollen from stamen to stigma; butterflies and even moths get in on the action as well as other species. Then, of course, the insects ‘do it’ themselves in backyards if there are plants that feed and host them nearby. This of course is not new to science. And up until the latest focus on their backyards by many residents (at least in Jericho), this all went about as it had for millennia. 

What Paquette has discovered or at least theorized is related to how this new increased focus and time spent by folks in their backyards is impacting insect sex. 

     From the time he was a small boy, Paquette was fascinated by the natural world nearby and within his childhood backyard; from tall grasses in which to make hideaway fortresses with flattened grass moats to pine needle laden forest floors to walk upon with bare feet, to streams, puddles and ponds full of aquatic and overflying life. He loved to imagine what the whole body of the many insects smooshed against car windshields (windshield phenomenon) and headlights, looked like before they got smooshed. Often sighted praying mantis would capture his attention and focus for hours if not days. Insects seemed to be everywhere back then he reminisces. One could hardly feel bored for lacking a play partner with all of the diverse and abundant life forms in his childhood backyard. 

     However, things are different now. Even in retirement, life moves fast. Distractions galore promise to entertain, yet leave a hollow wanting. The next best thing or things are always somewhere else. The reach, (is) never enough to capture the image and focus once attainable as a child by bending down and observing ants* scurrying about repairing a damaged ant mound. Now, nature is loopy from being pounded through 8 rounds in the boxing ring. We have pummeled her to extinction in some cases, and drastically reduced the quantity of many of those species that remain. Nature struggles to replicate herself due to many causes including habitat loss. Paquette believes we have lost much of what fired his curiosity, patience, empathy, love of life during his childhood. Fortunately, he believes, we can, every one of us, in our own backyards, help turn the tide on pollinator and beneficial insect demise. We can repair some of the damage. But we must be careful to do no more damage in the process. 

     *Many spring ephemeral flowers rely on ants to move their seeds about.

     In our desire for aesthetic beauty, we have planted things that we are ‘told’ look appealing like monoculture alien grass for lawns, and alien plants that become invasive disrupting our native ecosystems, and flowering plants from Asia and Europe that do not feed our native wildlife. 

     Now that we are spending more quality time in our backyards, we are finding we need not chase the ‘next best thing’. Our backyards can give us the simple easy to access pleasures that truly fill our capacity for contentment, enjoyment, pleasure. 

     So what is the problem? More native plants, fewer alien plants, more butterflies, and native bees, more birds. More time in our backyards enjoying them. Great right?

     Paquette theorizes based on his observations to date, that this new increased focus by folks into their backyards is impacting insect sex. “At first the insects didn’t seem to mind that I was taking photos of them having sex.

I mean, they didn’t stop, or pull the covers over themselves, or cry out some expletive shriek. And geez, they are not people, they are just insects. Or so I thought at first. As the days of observation went by, I started to notice a behavior change. By mid-summer insects in coitus contrary to my prior observations, were seldom seen out in the open. Yes, I was still finding bits of leaf and twigs jumping about on the ground and leaves moving about on windless days, even ripples of water in a pool followed by a massive emergence of bubbles.

And yes, if I lifted a leaf and took a peek the insects indeed were still doing it.
 So what had changed? Why this new modesty? Were they thinking I was a predator or a voyeuristic vagabond?” 
Tricolored Bumblebee

     After much experimentation and additional observation, Paquette determined that the increased ‘interest’ in the insects was for the most part fine with them. Native bees did not sting, even after placing hands and camera inches from them thousands of times. Dragonflies still occasionally landed on his hand. Beetles still scurried about leaf litter underfoot. Orange newts waddled side to side over and across his feet before scampering away. 


     However, when it came to sex, they wanted some privacy! Or so their behavior seemed to be saying. This, Paquette surmised, was not good. More folks spending more time in their backyard, meant more unintentional or otherwise, unwanted disruptions or oversight of what had previously always been a private romantic affair out in the open. With many folks feeling the need for a ‘cleaned up’ raked yard, insects might not find enough ‘cover’ to get it on.

     Not wishing for any barriers to their procreation instincts, Paquette came up with a potential solution, sort of a take-off of the ‘one-night stand motel’.  He has built some prototype insect hotels using wood match stick boxes covered with candle wax to make them water repellant. However, this method failed. The challenge: how and where every insect species ‘do the deed’ appears to be unique! To this point, Paquette is frantically working to record (in photos) each species in the act of ‘romance’ before they all become too shy to perform in the public eye. 


     Scientists expressed intrigue with Paquette’s findings and theory and recommend the public enjoy all life forms in backyards whether it be observing insects feeding, flying, moving through various stages of their development and or having sex. Like snowflakes, each species is unique with intricate details that can capture the attention and wonder of all ages of backyard observers.  

Happy April Fools’ Day; an aroma and taste of spring, serious thought, with a spicy finish of foolery and fun. 

Remember to step out into your yard (often) and get to know your Nature Neighbors! Plant lots of Vermont Native perennials, shrubs, and trees then watch the show of life.

*Read the NY Times Opinion piece: We are a Nation of Immigrants. Our Ecosystems Shouldn't Be. 

Bernie

PS If you are concerned about pollinators in Jericho and believe like me that we as individuals as well as a town can do more to improve the habitat for pollinators, send me a note. I have another pollinator project that I am working on that I can share with you.

            Get to know your backyard neighbors for the sheer pleasure of it. 

Kent McFarland, a conservation biologist advises, "There is a rapidly growing urgency to quantify and monitor changes in insect ranges from climate change and habitat loss for us to better manage and preserve the integrity of ecosystem function. This can only be fully accomplished using the power of community science recording our changing world across the landscape. Join a Vermont Atlas of Life project and help us discover biodiversity."

EMAILED COMMENTS
Bernie, I know this is April Fools Day but, still, to send such shockingly sexually explicit material to older folk...........? Happy AFD. Doug A. 

LOL Bernie – love it! Ethan T. 

Tuesday, March 30, 2021

Early signs of spring in Jericho, VT





Jericho, Vermont celebrates spring as it comes and goes and comes back, teasing and tempting. She (spring) is a finicky guest here. We do all we can to celebrate her promise as much as her delivery. 


























Nature's paintbrush
Tomorrow's trees


                
              Streams and sap are flowing!


        Bluebirds are checking out available rooms. Yes, there is a bluebird on the blue box.  


Vermont's definition of spring would give winter a good running in many states. However, when the temperature reaches sixty degrees in Vermont, the shorts and t-shirts come out and the wood stove is shut down for the season. 

Jericho's Champ (Pond monster)


 See you at the beach!   

APRIL 1 UPDATE

Thursday, March 25, 2021

When Moms pass away



When Moms go

by Bernie Paquette

When moms die 
who do we call?

When moms are no longer there
to hold your hand and wipe your tears
where do we put them, our tears
of sadness, and also tears of joy from memories?


When moms go
will the Hallmark card company stock plummet?
Will the mailman wonder why I am getting less mail;

less birthday cards, fewer thank you cards, 
fewer letters with flowing elegant handwriting?


When moms have fought back
from every illness and age ailment 
ever conceived
when moms tell doctors its time to go home
one last time
who do we look to for inspiration, fortitude, unending strength, and stamina
who will show us the way to swing the bat at every hardball life throws at us?


When we hunger for those home-cooked Canadian style dinners
and desserts sweet enough to and varied enough to leave Ben&Jerrys concoctions
in the dust; 
Who do we call for that recipe that we just can’t seem to make come out
the way mom did?


When we want to give true joy and satisfaction
with a personal gift
handmade
one of a kind
art that cannot be replicated
that did not use a pattern
that says mom or grandma all over it;
who can we ask to design, create, package
love for another
like mom did for others so many, many times?

Does anyone’s mother and grandmother
spend two or three days straight together
baking?
Baking pies,
and Petit-De-Soer
and loaves of bread
and peanut-butter Criss-cross cookies
and date squares
and fudge made with Velveeta cheese
and gingerbread as fast as you can eat the little guys
and Old Fashioned Molasses cookies (so good with milk or tea)
and (Mom's famous) peanut butter balls:
in addition to homemade donuts and donut holes
that filled every container in the house that could be found.
Do you remember the balls of dough dropping into
a vat of boiling grease sent to a bubbling frenzy
then watching as the donut or donut hole flipped over by itself!
Those were days you sure did not mind helping out in the kitchen
girl or boy.

What of dinner you say?
Mom’s boiled dinner, New England Baked Beans, Meat Pies, even Meat Loaf 
never went by without seconds and thirds being called for. 


Who will feed us now?
Who will fill our hearts when we are down, our stomachs when we are hungry?

Who will fill the air with country music, ballads, Elvis, Johnny Cash, Hank Snow, gramma's relative Paul Brunelle*, Bill Anderson, Hank Williams,  Ave Maria….
Who will ask us how are the kids and grandkids? 
Who will remind us siblings to watch out for each other, take care of each other and the kids?

When will that last card arrive in the mail? 
Can I send the last one back so that it will come to me again;
that one with mom’s signature handwriting that the nuns tried but failed to teach me? Mom must have sent 12 billion birthday and thank you and happy anniversary cards in her lifetime. 


Can I replicate mom’s recipes and bring back her and gramma's hugs that made me feel special, loved, cared about?


When moms go
who do you call
who do I call now to wipe my tears, to hold my hand?
Where do I go to hug my mom again, to hear her voice, to hold her hand?


Where do I send my gratitude for what she developed me, formed me, nourished, and loved me to become?


When moms go
what address do we send her a Thank-you, a Happy Birthday, a just wanted to say hello and I love you card?

When moms go, why does the music lift me up at the same time make me cry?

When moms go why do my siblings and relatives seem closer though they are miles apart?


When moms go, who do I call to behave like a twelve-year-old again and tell tales
of frogs and lizards, forts and cabins in the woods, of planting gardens, trees, and flowers?

When moms go
I expect mom would say, you buckle up, straighten up, lift your chin, and watch out and take care of your families. 


I will try Mom. 

I miss you and love you.

May Paquette

May 16, 1936 - February 24, 2021


Bernie


PS Mom, I will always hear your canaries, finches, and parakeets when I listen to the birds in the wild. I know they will be singing for you too. 



Note: *Paul Brunelle was the husband of another cousin Suzanne Choinière. She was herself daughter of Liliane Bernard, another sister of (gramma) Jeanne and Antoinette.


Thursday, March 18, 2021

Vermont Spring - Today's Tears

 


Today’s Tears

Bernie Paquette


Wipe away the tears

of which north winds promote,

for the promise of warmth

which our eyes tell us the sun carries

soon will deliver

spring 

to summer.

From shivering winds

to refreshing breezes,

for such are the seasons

first delivered in anticipation

swallowed in earnest

rendered old and forlorn

replaced and nearly forgotten

only to come again

refreshed and refreshing

like dewdrops on a summer morning

frost on a pumpkin

snowflakes in (god help us not May) January.


Today's tears bring rise to tomorrow's flowers.



Friday, March 12, 2021

Heritage in Historic Homes of Jericho Vermont: 399 Browns Trace


399 Brown’s Trace 200 years and 8 families


French-Brown-Johnson-Goodrich-Moutroup-Menard-Lindholm-Hook


By Terry Hook with comments from Bert Lindholm

Edited by Bernie Paquette, Maeve Kim

Photos by Bernie Paquette


Ownership


According to the 1913 History of Jericho, wherein the owner of the farm was listed as Burke Brown, and previous owners as Warren and Russell French. Burke Brown was succeeded in the ownership of the farm by his son Frank, who died in 1945.  Burke and Frank were descended from the original Brown family of Jericho. When we had a new water heater installed in the early 1990’s the man who came to install it referred to it as the “Frank Brown house.”   



Bert recalls: Don Fay, of the Fay farm, Barber Farm Road, was a nephew of Frank Brown. Don once told me he remembered helping with maple sugaring at the sugar house on our hillside. It had collapsed and was gone when we arrived. Don was proud of the fact that his family had milked a cow, every single night, for over 130 years in their barn. Even after a fire moved the cows up to the Marshall's barn for many months. They kept one cow milking in their barn. That indicates what farming life required in this area during that time. 


There were several shorter-term owners (Johnson, Goodrich, Moutroup, Menard) until the Lindholms purchased the property in 1965, which was then purchased by the Hooks in 1990. 


Russell French (1805-1882), was the son of Samuel French and Thankful Meigs, who came from Connecticut in 1795 and lived on the Chapin property.  There is some interesting confusion here, as Samuel’s father Didymus came to Jericho from Connecticut in 1802, and according to that History, “bought the farm now owned by Burke Brown” and built part of the house.  It would seem that Samuel and Thankful came first to Jericho and then convinced his parents Didymus and Jerusha (born in 1741 and 1746, respectively) to move north.


Bert Lindholm has found that the Town Records indicate that the property was actually purchased by Samuel French from Ira Allen in 1795 for six shillings.  The exact relationship between Samuel and his father and who farmed the property may not be resolved, but suffice it to say that the French family (who are all interred in the nearby Jericho Center Cemetery) were the first to hold and farm this land. 


An interesting aside here is that we have seen mention of the other side of the journey from Guilford, Connecticut.  My [Hook] father-in-law’s family has had a farm in Guilford since the 1650s, and in a copy, there is the History of Guilford it is observed that the Frenchs departed those environs for Underhill, Vermont.  The name Meigs is common in that area, and there is an island named for them.




House


From the information above it may be inferred that a portion of the house was built around 1802-1805.  Of the two portions of the house, it seems clear that the wood-framed piece is older, being constructed with hand-hewn beams.  Stylistically the brick portion would appear to date more from the 1820s or so. 


The construction techniques, such as the full (albeit stone) basement, sawn boards, and stone lintels would also date from a time when Jericho was no longer a rough frontier settlement.  


Many changes have no doubt been made over the years.  Some considerable rearrangement of that end of the house was undertaken nearly 100 years ago.  At that time I believe that the current staircase was installed. The old staircase is still extant but walled up and floored over and the floor padded with newspapers from 1918.  I might guess that the windows were replaced at this time also.  I adjudge this only by noting the style; certainly, the current windows do not date from the 19th century.  


When I removed a portion of a closet in the dining room I found a lighter with the name “Goodrich” on it – John Goodrich owned the house from 1946 to 1948 and presumably dropped it when building the cabinet.


A number of interior changes were made by the Lindholms when they purchased the property in 1965. 


Bert recalls “We made many renovations to the house and the barn. We had workmen everyday for over six months working on changes. Not much had changed in the house during the previous 30-40 years.”


My wife and I met at UVM. We were living in New Jersey with four young children. She was born in Vermont and had an extended family here in Vermont. Her past relatives (Oakes and Blood) at one time ran a mill in Jericho. They are buried at Rt. 15 Pleasant View Cemetery.


We [Lindholms] bought the property in 1965 from Mr. & Mrs. Charlie Menard. They came from a New Jersey farm and had farmed the 85-acre property for the previous 25 years. 


As a single-family operation, one-man operation, they kept about 20 to 25 cows in the barn. It had a vacuum system running the milk to the milk house and a manure removal system. Milk was sold in large galvanized cans to the local creamery. The cans sat in a milk house water basin. A hillside gravity spring ran water down thru the house, then across the road to the barn & milk house. The cold water kept the milk fresh. The galvanized pipe rusted out. 

We replaced the house water system. Hauled water from the brook for our barn animals. Over time we had two horses, a pony, up to five beef cows, and annual pigs and sheep.


Like many such farms, when the State (circa 1950) required bulk milk tank installations, Menards could not afford the cost. The cows were sold. They were forced to retire.

Charlie had an injured leg and died the year before we purchased it. The Menards split off some 20 - 25 acres on the south side. We bought the remaining 50 or so acres.


From comments, at one point two families lived together in the house. One name was Goodrich - the other [?].  By closing doors and keeping two different living sections to the house; they may have used both of the inside stairways.


In the left bay of the barn, there was a wood pine board silo for corn storage. This was filled through a hole in the roof. Hay was stored on the upper barn floor. Food for the cows was then available down on the lower floor.


In 1965-66-67 we made changes to meet the needs of four growing children and ourselves. We renovated the kitchen, living room, and upstairs to provide modernized facilities. 


We feel the present family room and the above bedroom living space where the original house structure. It has a stone wall structure and no basement, just crawl space. See Terry's sketch 1805 versus 1920. When we bought it, this family room area was a two-car garage with a concrete floor, large swinging doors, and a steep drive up from the road. When converting to the family room, we found a full fireplace and brick chimney facing into the garage. We raised the back roof portion to make our bedroom and bath on the second floor.


The larger brick portion of the house was most likely added in the 1820s-1830s when (I believe) there was a brick foundry on Nashville Road. This was when Jericho was thriving with some 13 water-powered mills & factories on the Browns River. Many similar brick structures date from this era.


We did other renovations to the brick area. Upgrading the three bedrooms, installing a large bathroom. Downstairs, removing a bedroom wall making a large living room, installing new wood flooring and a small bath area; along with upgrades to the kitchen. One night, the first fall, we lost all power for over four to six hours at dinner time. The original stove was a combination of electricity and wood for heat. We switched cooking to the wood area and finished dinner by candlelight without any trouble.


With all the major changes we installed a new heating system and revamped the water pipes throughout the house.


From 1965 to 1990 we found our converted home comfortable to our needs and family. Most desirable was sitting on the front porch, a summer evening, watching the western golden sunsets over the New York Mountains. We wish all those who live there have a wonderful time. (Lindholm)



What is now the family room the oldest portion of the house was then a garage. The fireplace in this room was discovered behind the wall when it was removed. The interior siding in this room came from a disused sugar shack on the hillside.  What is now the living room were then two rooms, one a bedroom, the other entered from the kitchen.  The downstairs bathroom was added, and the large front porch was removed.  Considerable rearrangement of the upstairs rooms was undertaken, and the roof raised in the rear to create a larger space.


We have done fewer substantive changes.  We installed French doors between the living room and the dining room so that at least we could look at the room even if little or no “living” is done there today.   The back porch was largely removed and replaced with a terrace, and the front porch was extended.


In the 19th century, it would have been likely to have heated the house with stoves rather than fireplaces, and a patch on the ceiling in the dining room for a stovepipe may still be seen.  Based on the appearance of the radiators I would estimate that central heating was installed sometime in the 1940s.



Barn


Some years ago the barn was on the tour and we learned quite a bit about it.  We were told that originally it was a classic English barn with three bays one for hay, one for animals, and one for working; ie, threshing and so on, likely dating from the 1840s. 

It was later expanded toward the road, excavated to make it a bank barn, perhaps in the 1880s or so, and then finally expanded in the other direction, perhaps in 1910. I wish I could remember all the reasons why Eric Gilbertson came to these conclusions, and I hope I have represented them accurately. 



There were of course dairy cows downstairs.  I have filled in the manure trench and the strip where the stanchions were affixed, but the slight trough for the feed is still there, and the
spots where generations of cows licked the concrete floor can be seen. 

The horses lived upstairs and I believe that the unusual protrusion near the front was probably added to make room for a carriage or wagon to be parked inside. There is a milk-house with an electrically powered cooling system, but the farm never had a bulk tank, so commercial dairy farming must have ceased in the late 1950s. It seems as if the barn could accommodate no more than 25 or so cows, which would be marginal at best to finance a new tank. 


In the period (1925 - 1950) the single-family farm with around 100 acres was a lifestyle here and in  Vermont. It provided a modest living selling milk and eggs. Maple syrup spring sales helped pay the town property taxes. (Lindholm)


There is a tunnel beneath the road for cows

which was installed when Brown’s Trace was paved and realigned in the early 1960s.  Although we own both ends of this tunnel, it no longer connects anything that could be used as a pasture on either end. 


When our children were young we kept the trail open, and they would go through the tunnel between the house and barn rather than run across the busy road.  


At one time the water in the barn came from the house but the steel pipe is clogged, and we have installed a drilled well with a pressure tank in a small heated room. 

The small building next to the tractor shed was relocated there from closer to the barn about 10 years ago.  The small gambrel-roof barn on the same side of the road was constructed by me in the early ’90s.

Today we own a total of 15 acres with the house and barn, and we keep horses and cut our own hay on this property and others nearby.





Setting


With the open pastures and meadows across the road (if the weather is fine you will see an excellent view of the Adirondacks and Whiteface Mountain) the house still feels and looks like a farm, but it certainly does not look as it did at any other point in its history.




In an aerial photo from the 1950s, there are almost no trees at all. The photo below is from 1962.


The pine forest behind the house was likely sheep pasture and wide open up the where the sugarbush was.  The swampy area south of the house was probably just a runnel in the pasture, as the roadway did not form the dam that it does now.   The dirt road in front of the house did duty as the barnyard as well, and they probably forked hay up into the upper loft from a wagon on the road.


It is equally difficult to envision what this would have looked like in 1800, but I suppose it was a primeval forest, dark and thick, with a small cabin sitting in a clearing, a far cry from the thickly settled Connecticut shoreline.


Looking back quite a bit farther, geological maps suggest that this elevation was the shoreline of the Champlain Sea.  Given the sandy soils on the West side of the road, this seems quite plausible.  Now that’s hard to envision!



Mention was made above of the realignment and paving of Brown’s Trace in the 1960s, at which time the tunnel was installed.  Living with the road daily makes this something of particular interest to me.  One should try to envision the road as not only narrower and less traveled than it is today, but also much more winding and less level.  Where the tunnel is the road dipped low, and where the house is was higher.  

The old route of the road may be barely discerned under our woodpile, where it was on the same level as the pasture. 

In many ways the design of the road was an egregious error; the cut-and-fill, the ditching, and the banking seem more intended to enable a stock car race than to be attuned with a livable and working landscape.   While most people merely pass it by, we daily adapt to the problems created by this carelessly conceived slice through the farm.


Disclaimer 


Finally, let me say that to my knowledge neither the house, nor the barn, nor any portion of the property was on the Underground Railway.  If only one-tenth of the houses claimed to have served in this capacity did indeed do so, the organization would have dwarfed the New York Central. 

It’s not haunted, either, so far as I am aware. 


Terry Hook



There is Heritage in the Historic Homes of Jericho. There are stories (oral and written) that make up the history of this land (even before it became Jericho). Shall we explore together? 

Please consider helping us open the door to this land we now call Jericho, to explore the history of the land and the people who have lived here!

PS Though we have titled this project as Historic Homes in Jericho, we are open to posting photos and stories about any home, and any structure of any age, and land and families thereupon that folks care to submit.

Please contact Bernie Paquette or Maeve Kim if you wish to submit a story, long or short about your Jericho house/home, land, and folks who live there now or in the past.






This Land of Jericho is under our care. We are not really owners (in the long term) but more like caretakers. May we treat her kindly, with care, protect and nourish her. ~ Bernie

Emailed comments: 
We loved your photos and information on the Hooks' house. SO interesting! I'm amazed that they know so much about the house's history.  We're eager to read about the next house. Julia & Steve