The exhibit “Whispers of the Castle Keep” from the Bannerman Castle Trust intrigues me; the suspense builds as I wait until Spring to visit Bannerman Island.
Vintage Photo of Working Men in Beacon
Bricks made from clay dug from the banks of the Hudson River
Beacon Historical Society holds an ever-expanding collection of interest to local history buffs and family history aficionados. From a reel manufactured by Toy Krofters, a Bookie Blox collection and bricks from local brickyards to business directories and family history files, BHS is a must-visit Hudson Valley site.
The exhibit “Whispers of the Castle Keep” from the Bannerman Castle Trust intrigues me; the suspense builds as I wait until Spring to visit Bannerman Island. From a shield and rifle to a romance which includes illustrations depicting how the bridegroom won his young bride from her intended the Reverend, the collection is well-executed. The docent presents captivating vignettes of selected artifacts. He not only sparks interest in the local history surrounding the Castle but also plays his part in “Keeping NY History Alive”.
Bannerman’s Catalogue of Military Goods
Contrary to being a weekend getaway, the castle in “the mighty Hudson” was an arsenal, a storage facility for Francis Bannerman’s military surplus business in New York City. This does not deter me; I will visit Bannerman Island! Stone walls built centuries ago and abandoned buildings lure me as gold mines captured the imaginations of our ancestors.
Picking the perfect pumpkin is a family tradition. Whether a miniature or the largest pumpkin in the field is chosen to adorn the front step, much discussion and deliberation ensues. Each year, the trip to the pumpkin field ignites memories beginning with “Remember when…”. The excitement and resulting anticipation heightens while bumping through the field on a wagon ride.
Children spring from the wagon and scatter through the field. Some will choose the first one spotted; others will wander for a while with much consideration; one great thinker seemingly arrives on each wagon ride. The most patient driver becomes restless. The other children begin to call. A set of parents begins to apologize as their child carries several pumpkins to a central location and checks for imperfections. Those that do not make the final cut may have a speck of dirt, a rough patch, or perhaps a slightly irregular shape, but the child knows that there is only one “Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown”!
Oh, fruit loved of boyhood! the old days recalling, When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling! When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin, Glaring out through the dark with a candle within! When we laughed round the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune, Our chair a broad pumpkin,—our lantern the moon, Telling tales of the fairy who travelled like steam, In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team!
My first observation was that Charles Hesselgrave of Ogdensburg, NY. stamped his name and address five times in the first three pages of Popular Natural History dated 1885. As I continued to read, I found many more such stamps. Who was Charles Hesselgrave? A quick search reveals that a man of this name and location attended Ogdensburg Free Academy, graduated from Middlebury College in Vermont and was the first college graduate in his family. Charles married Susie Frances Wilder, another Middlebury graduate.
Although I am fascinated with a total of five hundred vintage illustrations, I am including only a few from the chapter entitled “Mammalia”. After scanning the images and reading the vivid descriptions, I find myself desiring yet another visit to the Bronx Zoo.
Shall we dub him “Farmer With a Hoe”?
Group of Spider Monkeys– This sketch captures the liveliness and various facial gestures-
The Lion– This stately lion possesses the ruler’s demeanor with the crossed paws of a gentle house cat.
After reading parts of the chapter entitled “Mammalia”, I recall the prose and vintage images included in the Thornton Burgess books. Although fictional, Burgess inspired my love of the animal kingdom and the natural world.
What are your childhood memories of animals or nature?
Reflecting on our own lives seems to naturally follow attendance at a memorial service, yet it can be overlooked in the daily living of life. Whether sitting in a rooftop garden in Manhattan, walking in the local park bursting with color in all seasons, or escaping to a summer cottage at the lake, the need to commune with nature is ingrained within us.
After attending a service in the Hudson Valley this weekend, I recognized the beauty of the day- misty and overcast while listening to the minister’s words and the treasured memories of family and neighbors. Set in a grassy rise overlooking the pond on his ancestor’s farm and imagining his daily swim, we could appreciate a life well-lived while hearing the sounds of Nature. By living a life driven by his passion for music and the natural world, Robert Shook discovered his life well-lived.
On the drive home, I questioned myself:
How do I live a life well-lived?
While reflecting on the importance of nature in my life, I re-read an inspiring passage entitled “The Approach of Day” originally scribbled on a faded scrap of brown wrapping paper by my great-grandfather Burton Coon in 1888.
The Approach of Day
All is dark. Night has long settled o’er hill and vale; the birds have ceased their timeful melody; the whir of the partridge, the chirp of the cricket, the chatter of the squirrel are no more heard; the insect world is lost in slumber. The beasts of the field and the fowls of the air are alike resting their weary frames in sweet repose; all Man, the lord of creation, is fast locked in the embrace of sleep, and all the sounds of nature have passed into temporary oblivion. Silence reigns supreme.
The night advances. Still all is dark, but the silence is at last broken by the sweet heralds of the dawn- the birds. They are the first to disturb the hitherto unbroken solitude of the night by singing praises to their creator. The melodious strains catch the ear of the almighty, and he is glad. The fowls of the farmyard too have spoken; “Nature hath found a voice”, and silence reigns no more.
While this wonderful change is progressing, another and equally great one is taking place in the atmosphere. At first, all was silent and dark; now the silence has been broken, and the gray mists of the morning like silent spectres begin to rise from the rivers and lakes, imparting a damp smell and chilly feeling to the air. The mists are as yet invisible, for all is dark. But wait a moment, now look toward the eastern skies; a faint gray streak is plainly visible; this lengthens and broadens until it finally extends along the whole eastern horizon. The morn advances as the stars in the east begin to pale and shed a softer light; those in the west still shine with their brightness. Wait another moment, the oriental skies are tinged with purple and scarlet and gold, at first darkly, then brighter and brighter until the whole eastern heavens are aglow with beauty and loveliness. The grandeur of the night is fast fading into the glories of the morning. The stars in the west have paled and faded and are seen no more while the western hills glow with the beauty reflected from the eastern skies.
Glorious scene! What majestic changes have taken place. Silence has been broken; the close thick atmosphere of the night has been dampened by the mists of the morning; darkness has fled away; and last of all the lord of day arises from behind the hills, and with a brightness too severe for the gaze of man, begins his daily course, as “Bright aurora’s rosy fingers open wide the gates of day”.
The night has gone; the morning has dawned; Nature’s glorious resurrection is at last completed: it is day.
Coon, Burton Barker. “The Approach of Day”. Shookville, New York. June 24, 1888.
How will you make this day a part of your life well-lived?
Inspiration sometimes derives from the most commonplace thought. When I was captivated with two thick volumes entitled The Cherries of New York and The Peaches of New York dated 1914 and 1915 respectively, I realized how many of my most precious moments included fruit.
Simple idea yet I can plot my growth from child to woman with such experiences. As a child, I recited Eugene Fields’ children’s poem, “The Little Peach”
"A little peach in the garden grew, A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, it grew. One day, passing that orchard through That little peach dawned on the view...",
learned the Biblical account of Eve eating the forbidden fruit, and viewed many artists’ depictions of fruit arrangements. Despite my appreciation for the arts, it was another role that impacted me even more.
I selected apple drops from beneath the trees in Grandpa’s orchard. The story I learned as a child was that Grandpa, a dairy farmer, had researched which apples would grow best in Dutchess County before purchasing a few additional acres that were set at a higher elevation overlooking rolling hills. In an orchard that already included some old apple trees, he planted Red Delicious, Yellow Delicious, McIntosh, and (I believe) Cortland. His research proved insightful as the trees bore delicious and well-formed apples for many years.
This childhood adventure began when our car climbed up the bumpy pathway. When we arrived, we jumped out and ran to select “our” tree. My brother and I were not allowed to climb the ladders; we were in charge of clearing the area beneath each tree. The drops were generally only slightly bruised but could not be sold at full price and were sometimes fed to the farm animals.
After descending from the orchard, we would go to visit Grandma who owned the local general store. She would arise early to bake apple pies and bread at home for her customers. Sometimes she would ask me to help her in the store. Using the old cash register, putting candy bars in the ice cream freezer to prevent melting in the summer, and going down to the crick beneath the bridge were memorable times.
On another farm in Milan, NY where my Grandma grew up, my great-grandfather Burton Coon wrote in his journal entry for Thursday July 18, 1907:
"75 degrees- 5am; foggy, quiet 74 degrees- 9:30pm; partly cloudy Humid in am- Showers in pm picked pail cherries cut weeds along fence in upper garden and found wood chuck hole used trap-got him alright pulled weeds from sweet corn and planted a little pm-raked up cleaned rifle 42 eggs"
My Auntie was only two when her father wrote that journal entry, but she continued to live at Trail’s End and harvest the fruits and vegetables her whole life. The following recipes were preserved in her recipe box.
Auntie’s Vintage Recipes
Slice long, fine berries. Cover them with orange juice and stand on ice. Add a teaspoon of powdered sugar. Serve in sherbet glasses. Mrs. Horace Dutcher
Into sherbet glasses, put small squares or slices of plain cake or lady fingers, half a preserved peach, 2 tablespoons of plain ice-cream, juice of cooked fruit, 2 tablespoons of whipped cream, and garnish with Maraschino cherry. Serve cold. Mrs. F. S. Rogers
2 cups flour 1/2 teaspoon salt 2 tablespoons sugar 4 teaspoons Royal Baking Powder 3 tablespoons shortening 1 egg 1/2 cup milk
Sift dry ingredients, mix in shortening; add beaten egg to milk and add to dry ingredients to make soft dough. Smooth one half of dough out lightly. Put into greased deep layer tin; spread with butter; cover with other half of dough which has also been smoothed out to fit pan. Bake in hot over 20 to 25 minutes. Split while hot and spread crushed and sweetened berries and whipped cream between layers; cover top with whipped cream and whole berries. Dust with powdered sugar and serve.
Put all in preserving kettle on back of stove and melt down slowly. Bring to front of fire and cook until quite thick, stirring constantly. Remove any scum which may arise. If peaches seem tart, add a little more sugar. Mrs. Anna B. S.
Strawberry shortcake at a small-town church Hot apple cider with an old-fashioned donut Caramel or candied apples? What are your favorite fruit recipes?
Stay tuned for more of Auntie’s Vintage Recipes next time.
Though it began with an 1883 map, this research adventure took a very different turn as I fell “down, down, down” into a ‘rabbit hole’.
“[I] found [my]self falling down a very deep well…[I] saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs…I wonder how many miles I’ve fallen by this time…I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth…but then I wonder what latitude or longitude I’ve got to?”
The New England Business Directory and Gazetteer dated 1883 is a treasure trove of historical information. Although I began by examining the map insert, I promptly realized the historic value of the Gazetteer. Researchers do not always dedicate any significant amount of time to the front cover, yet in this case it deserves close inspection.
Advertisements on the front cover include seven for businesses located in Boston, Pierce & Linsley Lumber in Saginaw, Michigan and James A. Webb’s Alcohol and Cologne Spirit at 165 Pearl Street New York “used by druggists and manufacturers throughout the world”. Since I was focusing on New York State history, I decided to research James A. Webb and his business.
As I scrolled and scanned other articles, I realized that this is a must-read book for those interested in the history of the pharmacy profession, marketing in the late 19th century, the history of medicine as well as those whose ancestors were pharmacists.
Each monthly issue of the Practical Druggist and Review of ReviewsA New Dispensatory and Illustrated Journal of Progress in Pharmacy, New Remedies, Chemistry, Therapeutics Conducted by Benjamin Lillard January, 1909 – December, 1910 began with advice on marketing and how to create display windows.
“January is store cleaning time. It is invoice time. It is the time to take out of your regular stock every piece of goods that bears a fly speck, or a discoloration, or fingermarks, or anything that prevents it looking as if were absolutely new and fresh.”
Read the full article: Gould, M.P. “Drug Store Advertising”. Practical Druggist and Review of ReviewsA New Dispensatory and Illustrated Journal of Progress in Pharmacy, New Remedies, Chemistry, Therapeutics Conducted by Benjamin Lillard January, 1909 – December, 1910.
“A timely and appropriate display in honor of St. Patrick’s Day was gotten up last year by a Brooklyn druggist…A green tank of oxygen occupied one of the rear corners and was the cause of some animated discussion on the part of two loyal sons of Erin. One claimed that it was a tank in which liquor was stored on board ship, while the other mistook it for a six-inch gun. The argument was peaceably settled by the affable proprietor.”
Read the full article: “Window Display in Honor of St. Patrick”. Practical Druggist and Review of ReviewsA New Dispensatory and Illustrated Journal of Progress in Pharmacy, New Remedies, Chemistry, Therapeutics Conducted by Benjamin Lillard January, 1909 – December, 1910.
Even with no background or apparent interest in pharmaceuticals, I was intrigued with tongue-in-cheek advice columns. Yet it was the “Timely Soda Fountain Specialties” (130) that evoked memories of the thrill of sipping a root beer float at an old-fashioned soda fountain counter and some “suspicious deaths” (390) which created a bit of intrigue.
“Essence Sassafras 2 ozs.
Essence Wintergreen 2 ozs.
Extract Jamaica ginger 2 drs.
Rock Candy syrup 1 gal.
Caramel (burnt sugar) sufficient to color”
“Root Beer Extract is made by percolating the following ingredients with 2 parts of water to 1 part of alcohol until the drugs are exhausted.”
“Sarsaparilla 5 lbs.
Spikenard 2 lbs.
Wintergreen 1 lb.
Birch Bark 1 lb.
Sassafras Bark 1 lb.
Wild Cherry 8 ozs.
Prickly Ash 1 lb.
Jamaica Ginger Root 4 ozs.
Nutmeg 4 ozs.”
“Did a Druggist Do this?” (390)
“A dozen people in and around the town of Westerly, R.I. died last month under suspicious circumstances. Investigation seems to have proved that in the case of each of these persons death followed closely upon drunken debauch. Westerly is a strict prohibition town, and the sale of liquor in the customary manner is not permitted…The coroner’s conclusion is that wood alcohol caused the deaths. The chemist’s analysis of the suspected whiskey discloses a large proportion, some 73 per cent of wood alcohol in it…It is difficult to conceive of a man so dead to sense of duty and morality as this particular druggist, and no punishment can be too severe for his acts, which do not stop short of murder itself.”
“There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’s getting!’ ” https://www.cs.cmu.edu/~rgs/alice-I.html
… I emerge from the rabbit hole and view The New England Business Directory and Gazetteer 1883 upon my desk… Shall I venture to turn the first page next time?
Meandering the backroads of New York state, I have frequently passed farm stands. What is it that makes some of us stop and return to take a closer look?
A few weeks ago, I pulled into a farm stand in Milan, NY. At first, it appeared to be a simple setup with some vegetables arranged on a wooden table. When I approached a gentleman seated on a lawn chair, we greeted each other before I began to examine what was on display. A jumble of vintage books in a crate and other curiosities surrounded him. He slowly began to tell some stories about the items, and I prompted him with questions and some of my memories of visiting relatives at Trail’s End Farm.
Gradually, I explained my fascination with stories passed down through the generations, and he began to tell me about his origins as a Czech immigrant. His eyes sparkled and his voice became resonant as he recalled those earlier days and a time that was pivotal in the life of his family. It is not only his poignant story which should be heard but also those stories in our own families or communities.
As his story ended, I realized that I hadn’t chosen any vegetables for dinner. A vivacious young lady assisting him packed up my selection ranging from patty pans to blueberries. After we said our goodbyes, I drove away wondering…
What is the lure of a farm stand?
Is it the beauty of the palette of nature?
Is it the succulent flavor to add to our meal?
Is it the yearning for a simpler life?
Does it bring back memories?
Whatever compels me, you may still find me stopping at a farm stand… What are your memories of a farm stand?
Blackberries, blueberries, huckleberries, raspberries, loganberries, gooseberries and strawberries should be canned as soon as possible after picking.
Hull or stem.
Place in strainer and wash by lifting up and down in pan of cold water.
Pack into hot sterilized glass jars, using care not to crush fruit.
To insure a close pack, put a 2 or 4 inch layer of berries on the bottom of the jar and press down gently with spoon.
Continue in this manner until jar is filled.
Boiling water or boiling thin or medium syrup should be poured over the fruit at once.
Sterilize 10 minutes in boiling water.
Remove jars, tighten covers, invert to test seal and cool.
Note: This torn and yellowed recipe was preserved in Auntie’s recipe box.
Don’t miss the New Acquisitions Exhibit – Clothing, Textile, and Archives located at the Buckbee Center at 2 Colonial Avenue. Highlights include Civil War artifacts and fashion through the ages displays.
After hearing Cathryn speaking about the influence of the railroad on Warwick, tour the Shingle House, hear more about the railroad, and view the Lehigh and Hudson River Railway Caboose
When I stayed at the Wardman Hotel in Washington, D.C. some years ago, I discovered that, one of my favorite poets, accomplished Harlem Renaissance poet Langston Hughes was employed as a busboy when he shared a poem with hotel guest poet Vachel Lindsay in 1925. That was the beginning of a change of fortune for young Hughes.
Today, Sue Gardner shared a snippet of local history about Langston Hughes that sparked my curiosity about The Colony. Some thought-provoking lines written by Langston Hughes include:
“I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
“1919 THE COLONY One of the community’s treasures, the historic hamlet off of Rt. 17A in the Nelson Rd. section was the first African-American resort community in the state of New York. Founded in 1919 by a group of prominent families from the city, it became a mecca for famous and influential professionals and artists. The “colony”, as it was known, hosted such luminaries as poet Langston Hughes, lyricist Cecil MacPherson and J. Rosamond Johnson, director of London’s Grand Opera House. Descendants of its founders still reside here.”
Sporting writer Henry William Herbert of the Herberts who resided at Highclere Castle (known by many now as Downtown Abbey) used the pen name Frank Forester. In Warwick Woodlands, he reminisced about his time spent traversing the woodlands of Warwick. See his books at the library. https://archive.org/details/warwickwoodland00herbgoog/page/n14