Barre Massachusetts Historical Society

Barre Massachusetts Historical Society Barre, Mass. Historical Society is dedicated to preserving and sharing our history
We are open to the public Thurs.10am-noon as well as by appointment

Here at the Barre Historical Society we know the importance of not only preserving history but also sharing it with the public. We work hard to maintain our archives as well as museum displays so that they may be shared with future generations. Throughout the year we offer a variety of lectures and programs of interest to our members and the community. Our collections of local history and genealo

gy are available for research by appointment. Our buildings are open most Thursdays from 10:00am-Noon as well as Saturday mornings to coincide with The Barre Farmer's Market at which time visitors are more than welcome to stop by.

09/01/2026

Annual Fundraiser Yard Sale!
Saturday, September 12th

Early Bird Shopping and free coffee for members begins at 8 a.m.!
General Public welcome to shop at 9 a.m.
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We accept:Cash, Venmo & PayPal

Located on the Front Lawn at 18-20 Common Street, Barre

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08/31/2026

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Students of the Quabbin Regional School District, which includes Barre, head back to school today. We all have memories of starting school in the fallโ€”some are good, some are not so goodโ€”and those memories might have changed over the course of decades.

Here are some charming black and white photographs from the collection of the Barre Historical Society, showing smiling Barre High School students, faculty, and families in 1958. They could enccompass the graduating classes of 1958, 1959, 1960, and 1961. The old high school building, built and donated to the town by Henry Woods about 1900, now serves as Barre Town Offices on West Street. It became available when Quabbin Regional opened in 1967. Identities are noted where known. If you recognize a face in a photograph, please feel free to comment below that photo.

It was an era that is often considered to be more innocent than our current times. I am not sure if that is true, but I do believe that it was simpler. Without the distractions of mobile phones, social media, and the internet, teenagers in 1958 had more opportunities for in-person socialization. Whether at Driverโ€™s Ed classes, a Valentineโ€™s Tea that appears to have been tucked into one of the seven gables of the third floor โ€œstudy hall,โ€ working together at the Junior Supper or the Senior Bazaar, kids had many opportunities to develop social and working skills that would serve them well in later life.

I am particularly fond of the photo of a student shimmying in a hula hoop with the Barre Historical Society building in the background. The Hula Hoop Craze started in 1958, and this photograph proves that Barre, though a small town, was ready and willing to join in the newest fads.

Lucy Allen
August 31, 2026

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08/25/2026

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We made our annual pilgrimage to the President Calvin Coolidge State Historic Site in Plymouth Notch, Vermont, on Saturday. Thousands of skiers pass nearby on their ways to Okemo and Killington in winter without knowing that this mountain pass on Route 100A houses the birthplace and childhood home of US President Calvin Coolidge (1872 โ€“ 1933). Visitors to the popular tourist destinations of Woodstock and Billings Museum are often unaware that a drive of only 15 miles would bring them to the beautifully maintained historic site where they could once buy Gulf gasoline for 21 cents per gallon. In the tiny mountain hamlet was born our 30th United States president, Calvin Coolidge, a man with no aspirations for high public office but who found himself pushed up the political ladder through local, state, and national politics until he reached the highest rank possible, President of the United States. At that, his first partial term was the result of President Warren G. Hardingโ€™s death in 1923. Calvin Coolidge was then Vice President and was on a โ€œhayingโ€ working vacation at his fatherโ€™s home in Plymouth Notch, when word came in the early morning hours that President Warren G. Harding had died suddenly. Father John Calvin Coolidge administered the presidential oath of office in his home in Plymouth Notch to his son by the flickering light of an oil lamp at 2:47 AM on August 3, 1923. His son, whose early aim was to be an efficient storekeeper like his father, was now President of the United States. The building where the oath was administered was the home where Calvin grew up from the age of four years. His birthplace is a crude addition to the local store across the street.

It is easy to understand how the 30th US President earned the moniker โ€œSilent Calโ€ during his youth in this isolated mountain hamlet. Most of the small number of neighbors were relatives; his Moor grandparents lived next door. Calvin did not need to develop the finer points of making idle conversation because he already knew everyoneโ€™s business. โ€œNotch Cemetery,โ€ a stoneโ€™s throw from where Calvin Coolidge grew up, contains the graves of the President, his family members, and many ancestors and neighbors. Of itself the cemetery is an impressive expression of the human desire to honor those who came before them despite the challenges of the terrain. Terrace after crooked terrace laces the knoll; gravestones tilt at crazy angles, some are becoming part of the rocky hill itself.

Calvinโ€™s father ran the store, built the cheese factory, farmed and served as Justice of the Peace. The family led a simple life in a small village, but the lifestyle taught Calvin Coolidge the importance of frugal living and efficient management of resources. Later, as he served in the Massachusetts State House, then as Lieutenant Governor, then 48th Governor of Massachusetts, and on to Vice President and 30th President of the United States, the fiscal conservatism and careful management of budgets became a hallmark of Calvin Coolidge. To an extent he was very successful. In his inaugural speech in 1925 he stated, โ€œI favor the policy of economy, not because I wish to save money, but because I wish to save people.โ€ He understood that the government was steward of the taxes collected from the people, and that federal debt would lead to greater inflation and more problems for Americans. Calvin Coolidge is credited as the last president to actually shrink annual federal spending; the figure was $3.12 Billion when he entered the White House in 1923 as Vice President, and $2.96 Billion when he left his last full year in the office of President in 1928. He understood that the massive federal debt incurred by Americaโ€™s participation in WWI had to be whittled down. While his economic policy was popular when he was in office, the next year, 1929, led to the economic crash and the Great Depression. Some critics contend that Calvin Coolidgeโ€™s policy of โ€œhands offโ€ and lack of economic regulation were major factors in the crash of the stock market. This question has lowered the overall assessment of Calvin Coolidgeโ€™s presidency.

It may seem surprising that Calvin Coolidge expressed his concern for the welfare of the people while supporting fiscal conservatism; he did not believe in strong federal programs to aid the people, but he did believe in promoting self-reliance and providing disaster relief when necessary. Calvin Coolidge was fiscally conservative but also empathetic to the needs and concerns of Americans. He supported womenโ€™s suffrage and the rights of Black and Native Americans. He signed the Indian Citizenship Act of 1924 and provided federal disaster relief during the disastrous Mississippi River Floods of 1927. Viewed by his peers through the rather narrow social welfare lens of 100 years ago, these actions must have seemed strangely progressive. Looking back, with our knowledge a century later, we can see evidence of paternalism. Calvin Coolidge was not perfect by any means, but his approach was rational and based on the values taught to him by his family in the notches and hollows of Vermont.

Sad events in his childhood also impacted Calvin Coolidgeโ€™s sensibilities. His mother died when he was 12 years old, after years as an โ€œinvalidโ€ (it is believed that she lived for years with Tuberculosis). He wrote in his Autobiography of his motherโ€™s death: "The greatest grief that can come to a boy came to me. Life was never to seem the same again." When he was 18 years old, his only sibling, younger sister Abbie, succumbed to appendicitis. He missed her terribly. The following year his father remarried. Of his stepmother, Carrie Brown Coolidge, Calvin wrote in his Autobiography that: โ€œFor thirty years she watched over me and loved me, welcoming me when I went home, writing me often when I was away, and encouraging me in all my efforts. When at last she sank to rest she had seen me made Governor of Massachusetts and knew I was being considered for the Presidency.โ€ Calvin Coolidgeโ€™s empathy for the legal, economic and social situation of women was probably honed at this mountaintop boyhood home.

Then he met his wife, also a Vermont native, while both were living in Northampton, Massachusetts. Grace Goodhue was teaching deaf students to read lips at the Clarke School for the Deaf in Northampton. They married in 1905 and had two sons. Grace (Goodhue) Coolidge was the wonderful, gracious, friendly but private and discreet hostess of the White House who was voted one of the greatest living American women in 1931. Where Calvin Coolidge was known for his unwillingness to talk, his wife spoke in just the right way. She helped smooth over the hard granite edges of Calvinโ€™s upbringing. Her spotlight on the needs of the deaf community was another accomplishment in Calvin Coolidgeโ€™s administration. The Coolidges hosted students from Clarke School at the White house, as well as Helen Keller. Rather than establish a Presidential Library with funds collected by friends in 1929, the Coolidges donated the money to the Clarke School. Calvin and Grace Coolidge were devastated by the death of their son, Calvin Jr., in 1924 of blood poisoning. Calvin Coolidge would never get over the death. He blamed himself. These individuals and incidents helped develop a deep sensitivity for the plights of others within the taciturn and spare Calvin Coolidge. Later, critics would say that if only he had used his influence to establish public programs to assist challenged populations, rather than continue his laissez-faire programs, he might have been considered great. But he was Calvin Coolidge, the product of the place in which he grew up, and he was no one else.

His third outstanding quality was his extremely high moral and ethical standard. These seeds were rooted in Plymouth Notch, Vermont, but were helped into full bloom through the teachings of Professor Charles Edward Garman at Amherst College, where Coolidge prepared for his career as a lawyer. Rooted in his religious background, Garmanโ€™s teaching was that a truly free government is based in the public service of its people, not in selfishness or survival of the fittest. Each person in government has a moral duty to help others and to make personal sacrifices; there was no room for personal gain or theatrics. Garman also taught his students how to test their ideas to see if they matched these moral outlines. Calvin Coolidgeโ€™s highly principled administration as 30th US President was a welcome relief from the scandals of his predecessors, including those of Warren G. Harding, under whom he served as Vice President. Coolidgeโ€™s moral high road has never been seriously questioned, although of course he has been criticized on this front, for not having intervened to prevent the stock market crash of 1929 (which happened after he left office).

The other place that strongly impacted Calvin Coolidgeโ€™s development was the strip of Massachusetts between Northampton and Boston, including---Barre! As an interpreter at the Calvin Coolidge Historic Site said to me, โ€œCalvin Coolidge was a Vermont native but a Massachusetts politician.โ€ He never held public office in Vermont. He served as Mayor of Northampton two terms. His work in the State House as Representative and Senator, then as Lieutenant Governor, then as the 48th Governor from 1919 โ€“ 1923, immersed him deeply in the issues of Massachusetts. During these years, Coolidge commuted between Northampton and Boston on the Boston & Maine Railroad over the Central Massachusetts branch tracks, which run right through Barre! If you walk on the Mass. Central Rail Trail through the former White Valley/Coldbrook sections of Barre and Oakham, you can walk on the former railbed that carried Calvin to his job in Boston. He never learned to drive an auto, although he was handy with a team of horses.

Calvin Coolidge was a man who defied easy analysis as to his value as a President of the United States; so many elements of his beliefs were admirable, but the whole did not seem to come together easily. Perhaps that is because you would not find too many United States Presidents taking their vacations on their fatherโ€™s farm to bring in the hay. I was amazed to find a photograph of President Calvin Coolidge raking hay on a Yankee Horse Hay Rake invented and manufactured by my great grandfather right here in Barre, Massachusetts! Calvin Coolidge stands separate in the imaginary peaks of the Presidents of the United States of America; a man you notice immediately, one who stands alone, who attracts your attention, but you are not sure why.

Here in Plymouth Notch on August 22, enjoying the fresh breeze that rose from the valley below, I thought of the impact that the President Calvin Coolidge State Historic Site has had on my own role as historian. It has a special place in my heart because although people connect me most often with Barre, Massachusetts, this wonderful town is just part of my ancestral ground. My motherโ€™s motherโ€™s parents lived in a place that was so similar to Plymouth Notch at one time. Newry, Maine, is now associated with the Sunday River Ski Area. Their home was called the โ€œRed Houseโ€ and nestled along the floor of the valley created by Barker Brook and the Sunday River.

When I explore the huge barn at the Calvin Coolidge historic site with its collection of horse-drawn farm equipment, I see in my memoryโ€™s eye the yawning interior of the barn at my familyโ€™s โ€œRed House.โ€ It always seemed cool there, no matter how hot it was outside. Behind the โ€œRed Houseโ€ my memory creates the blueberry-hued profile of Barker Mountain, now part of the ski resort. Here my great uncle Earl often led expeditions comprised of berry pickers, who filled huge wicker baskets that they carried on their backs. Now I can feel the cool waters of Barker Brook as my mother and I bathe in it. My family used the brook as their water source until it became polluted by skiing and logging operations on the mountain.

The โ€œRed Houseโ€ was where generations of the maternal side of the family gathered in the summer. We played croquet and lingered at picnics that required hours to consume all the calories that were offered. When I view the gardens at the Calvin Coolidge site, my thoughts go back to a certain gray-scale photo of my great-grandmother Daisy picking hydrangeas against the massive door of the barn.

My familyโ€™s acquaintances in the mountains of western Maine included two nationally known storytellers who summered there, one being Hildegarde Hawthorne (1871 โ€“ 1952). If the surname sounds familiar, it is because she was a granddaughter of Americaโ€™s well-known novelist, Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804 -1864), and she carried on his tradition by writing stories, biographies, and poetry. As girls, my grandmother and her three sisters enjoyed reading Hildegardeโ€™s stories and they were fond of her. Closer to them, however, was Ruth Sawyer, who won the Newbery Medal in 1937 for her book โ€œRoller Skates,โ€ and whose son-in-law was Robert McCloskey, whose beloved story, โ€œMake Way for Ducklings,โ€ was published in 1941. Ruth Sawyer was a special friend to my grandmother and her sisters; although their mother, my great-grandmother Daisy, was already a wonderful storyteller, my grandmother and her sisters entered their teenage years honing their talents with these authors daily. Stories told at interminable mountain picnics, during thunderstorms as only experienced in the mountainsโ€ฆ.

As an historian, I hope that I have been blessed with some of the storytelling skills of my maternal predecessors. Research and writing are part of a local historianโ€™s job, but telling the story so people want to listen is just as important. Each of us, whether President Calvin Coolidge or your local historian or you, is influenced by the places that have been part of our lives. Each of us could tell the same story, but each story would be very different because of the attitudes and experiences gained in our own personal spaces.

When I visit the President Calvin Coolidge State Historic Site, I recall the combination of moral integrity, fiscal prudence, and social compassion that made him special. I understand how these characteristics developed by visiting his birthplace and childhood home. He would have fit in well with my paternal ancestors, who built the Yankee horse hayrake in Barre, which the President used while vacationing at Plymouth Notch. Coolidge would not have had much use for my storytelling maternal relatives, but stories must be told, including that of Calvin Coolidge. Calvin Coolidge famously said, โ€œSilence can never be misquoted,โ€ but I will counter by saying that โ€œSilence can be misjudged and misunderstood.โ€

If you plan to visit the President Calvin Coolidge State Historic Site, bear in mind that it closes at some point in October and reopens in May. Winters can be severe there! Pack your own picnic and enjoy it in the quiet beauty of this place because food is not offered there, except prepackaged snacks and drinks at the General Store or cheese factory. The Childhood Home building is closed in 2026, with anticipated reopening in spring 2027. Enjoy!

Lucy Allen
August 24, 2026

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08/16/2026

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๐Œ๐ญ. ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐ฒ๐ฅ๐จ๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ž!

On Friday, we traveled to the highest spot in Massachusetts, which is the summit of Mt. Greylock in the town of Adams. It is just over two hours from Barre by Route 2. Rising 3,491 feet above sea level, it is higher than Mt. Monadnock in New Hampshire (3,165 feet) and Mt. Wachusett in Massachusetts (2,006).

If you decide to climb one of the many trails leading to the summit, then of course it will take you more than two hours, but the trusty truck got us there easily. We entered the Mt. Greylock State Reservation via the north entrance, which is Notch Road. It is a narrow, winding route of 6.5 miles. Fortunately, there are several pullovers that give a wide view over the landscape. On top of Mt. Greylock itself, we spotted a communications tower and another masonry pillar. We passed only a couple of other vehicles on our trip to the summit.

We were surprised that so many vehicles were in the parking lot, given the lack on the road. There is an entrance from the south, which we used for our departure, but that was equally lacking in traffic.

Visiting Mt. Greylock on a beautiful summer day is a special experience. The temperature at the summit was 67 degrees and a breeze made it very pleasant. Puffy clouds cast shadows everywhere. The view was clearer to the north and east. To the southwest haziness loomed, which turned out to be an advancing weather front combined with wildfire smoke from Canada.

Several surprises awaited us on Mt. Greylock. I thought that Mt. Greylock was part of the Berkshire mountain range. It sits in Berkshire County, so why not? It is actually part of the Taconic Range, which forms the eastern border of New York and the western borders of Massachusetts and Vermont. The Taconic Range is distinctive for its intensely folded rock, which is older than the rock that comprises the hills of the Berkshires. And the Berkshires appear to be more rounded and smoother. Culturally, however, the people of western Massachusetts enjoy the Berkshire Mountains and the Taconic range in the same way.

Another surprise was the lovely forest and meadow on the summit and on the sides of the mountain. Mt. Monadnock, in southern New Hampshire, has a lower summit than Mt. Greylock, but it has no vegetation. Why? Because on Mt. Monadnock, settlers of the early 19th century set fires to clear lower pastures of vegetation. The fires got out of control, spread to the summit, and burned for weeks. The flames consumed much more than the underbrush. Soil is organic too, and the soil turned to ash. Because of the fires, Mt. Monadnock no longer supports vegetation at the summit. The lack is not due to being โ€œabove the tree lineโ€ but due to lack of soil.

Mt. Greylock, on the other hand, offers the only boreal (sub-arctic) forest in Southern New England. Balsam fir, mountain ash, and yellow birch thrive at the summit. In the grassy areas native wildflowers grow. Those flowers are picked by staff of Bascom Lodge and placed in vases for the pleasure of visitors and diners.

This sub-arctic forest is the result of the weather at the peak of Mt. Greylock, which is the highest peak in all Southern New England. Cold, clammy weather, high winds, thick cloud cover, and lots of snow encourage a forest that resembles northern Maine rather than southern New England. Photographs displayed of the summit in winter testify to the severe weather conditions.

Another surprise: the original purchase of 400 acres by a group of local businessmen in 1885 to prevent heavy logging led to the transfer to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts in 1898 as the stateโ€™s first wilderness park. From those initial 400 acres, our system of state parks and forests has grown immensely. The stateโ€™s Department of Conservation and Recreation (DCR) now manages more than 450,000 acres (including watersheds). It all started right there, on top of Mt. Greylock. We enjoyed reading the names of those state forests and parks engraved on granite slabs that curve around the scenic viewpoint.

The viewscapes are broad and wonderful. The main view from the summit is to the east, stretching to the north and south. Far to the north, annotated photographs helped us to pick out the mountains in the Green Mountain National Forest. There rose Haystack, just 23 miles away, which we passed as we drove to Bennington, VT a few weeks ago. We could easily make out Mt. Monadnock in NH, about 80 miles away. There was Mt. Wachusett, 66 miles to the east, and even Quabbin Hill, where we stand at the Enfield Lookout and gaze north at Mt. Monadnock. Below us nestled the Town of Adams, but oh my, what a dropoff! We could see the marble quarry, marble being a distinctive feature of Mt. Greylock.

Now for the most delicious surprise of all. Mt. Greylock is home to the stateโ€™s War Memorial. Standing 93 feet tall and built of Quincy granite from 1931 to 1933, it was first dedicated in 1933 to the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice in โ€œthe World War,โ€ the war that was supposed to be the end of war forever. The monument now honors all men and women of Massachusetts who gave their lives in service to their country.

The tower resembles a lighthouse because its top carries โ€œA Beacon Standing for Peace.โ€ This perpetual light is a 12-foot sphere that is visible for 70 miles and is believed to be the brightest light in Massachusetts. Its original purpose was โ€œto shine each night, perpetually to honor the memory of fallen heroes and to guide aviators in their lone night-time journeys over the treacherous mountain rangeโ€ฆโ€ The light still shines perpetually, although it is dimmed for short periods in the spring and fall to prevent confusion on the part of migrating birds. I can picture someone like Amelia Earhart, peering through the fog of a summerโ€™s night, keeping her eye on that beacon of hope shining from Mt. Greylock. I am also impressed that the original dedication, which is carved in the granite of the monument, honored the women as well as the men of Massachusetts who gave their lives in World War I. Although women were not in combat roles, they died serving as nurses in Europe, some of injuries, and many more of the โ€œSpanish Fluโ€ of 1918.

The Eagle carved on the granite tower holds 13 arrows in its talons, symbolizing the original 13 colonies, and also an olive branch, indicative of our desire for peace.

Inside a chamber has inspirational verses in hopes of peace. Then, if you so wish, you may climb the stairs to the seasonal observation deck. May or can? They start out in cement and then transition into an impressive spiral structure involving 89 steps. Even the young were a bit hesitant coming down. I wonโ€™t detail our climb, but we are still here! Photographs at the base of the monument show you the view from the observation deck, just in case you donโ€™t get all the way to the top.

Another joy was discovering Bascom Lodge. It was built at the summit along with the roadways, hikersโ€™ shelters, and many of the trails leading to the summit by the Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC), a creation of President Franklin Roosevelt in 1933 to combat unemployment caused by the Great Depression. Bascom Lodge, designed by local Pittsfield architect Joseph McA. Vance, is in the Craftsman style. Made of native fieldstones harvested from the mountain and local red oak, it wonderfully reflects that movement that includes William Morris patterned wallpaper, mica-shaded lamps, Fiesta ware pitchers, Stickley furniture, massive stone fireplaces, and a King post truss rafter system. What an eclectic delight! It is a three-star hotel, offering several private rooms decorated in the Arts and Crafts styleโ€”but with no private bath facilities or televisions. Hikers also have a bunkroom available. Special events are held here, dinners, weddings, you name it. Hikers can work off their bunk by helping out in the little restaurant where we had sandwiches for lunch. Here the Arts and Crafts theme continued as we sat in front of windows that gave us a lovely westerly view in the shadow of that looming stone fireplace. Glass vases held small bunches of native wildflowers. It was charming and the food was very good. We enjoyed watching the wind turbines turning on the ridge to the west, which also hosts Brodie Mountain Ski area. The 12 wind turbines in Hancock and Lanesborough, MA, form the Berkshire Wind Power Project, which provides electricity to local municipal providers, which in turn power about 7,800 homes annually.

Having a local architect design Bascom Lodge and using native materials adds meaning to the structure. Although built by men working for a federal program, they spent their time at Greylock in Greylock Camp No. 107. In addition to building the lodge, they created access roads and many, many hiking trails. My favorite name is the โ€œCCC Dynamite Trail.โ€ I canโ€™t find why it earned this name, but it might have been dramatic. The trails include the Appalachian Trail, and we are proud to say that we walked a few yards of the Appalachian Trail on our visit.

We exited the south road, which was narrower than the north access road and showed signs of flooding, as every culvert was reduced to just one lane. We stopped at Jones Nose Trailhead, which we reached after a significant descent, but which is still at an altitude of 2,400 feet, almost 400 feet higher than the top of Mt. Wachusett! A meadow stretches out from the parking area, with one path mowed through the fields of native grasses and wildflowers. The native fireweed (not the invasive kind) showed deep reddish-purple stems with milkweed-type white floating seeds just ready to puff up into the air. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the native meadowsweet. The bright orange-red berries of the mountain ash grew here, and a lone white birch tree was a nice accent. This trail leads to โ€œJones Nose,โ€ a hill named after local farmer Samuel Jones of a couple centuries past; one wonders if he would be flattered. The place is just magical!

If you donโ€™t like driving hairpin turns, then neither access road would appeal to you! Also, the access roads are only open seasonally, usually from some time in May to a point in October.

As we left the Mt. Greylock reservation, we both commented on how well DCR manages this area. Signage and facilities are very well maintained and the information we gained was invaluable. We are fortunate to have such well maintained reservations in our state.

We traveled to Mt. Greylock using Route 2 West, the Mohawk Trail, which has many tourist opportunities along the way. I will note our stops in Florida, MA, because it is the highest point on Route 2. The charming little Baptist Church with its Cemetery and Fellowship Hall, next to the one-bay Fire Station, across Route 2 from the Florida DPW garage, occupy a million-dollar patch of real estate. A bit farther west, still in Florida, stands the Elk. The Elk is also a war memorial. It was erected by the Massachusetts Elks Association to honor members who died in World War I.

We returned from Mt. Greylock going south through Pittsfield and other towns. It would be impossible to detail all the distractions that you could find in this area! We got on the Mass. Pike and went over the highest point on Interstate 90 east of South Dakota.

Exploring Mt. Greylock led to many discoveries of our natural heritage as well as learning about the men and women who built the facilities and roadways, and who are memorialized in the monument at the summit which shines a perpetual light inviting peace. What could be more wonderful?

Lucy Allen
August 16, 2026

๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐’๐‡๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐–๐„ ๐๐€๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐’ ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐?๐“๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐–๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ญ ๐‘๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐žI have borrowed the t...
08/14/2026

๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐’๐‡๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐–๐„ ๐๐€๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐’ ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐?
๐“๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐–๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ญ ๐‘๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ž

I have borrowed the title of this post from beloved Massachusetts naturalist and poet Henry David Thoreau (1817 โ€“ 1862). His writings are a wonderful source of information on the natural world of the mid-19th century, offering calendars of when fruits ripened, flowers bloomed, and snow fellโ€”the dates being quite an eye-opener when compared to the usual dates in our current day. The Carnegie Museum of Natural History and other organizations have come up with startling results. Trees now โ€œleaf outโ€ about two weeks earlier than they did in the mid-1800s. This means that they cast more shade on other plants earlier in the year, and this may have an impact on the development of those plants. High bush blueberries are an exceptional example of change. They can now bloom from three to five weeks earlier than they did 175 years ago, if the weather is exceptionally warm.

The atmosphere was almost silent at times this evening overlooking the spot where the Ware River and the Burnshirt River meet in the east part of Barre, near the location of the old Covered Bridge. We visited at the cusp of twilight, just as a few puffy clouds threw back at us the golden tones of the setting sun. Insect and bird sounds occasionally broke through the silence, but otherwise, the quiet was almost surreal.

In another era of my life, I spent two precious weeks a year at Goose Rocks Beach in Maine. I would aim to be on the beach when the tide changed, because I imagined that I could feel a change in the atmospheric pressure when this happened. It was subtle, but I felt a sudden โ€œvacuumโ€ as I watched the flow of the water change. Scientists have told me that I did not actually feel a change in air pressure, but the sea change may have changed wind direction and strength, and the humidity of the air. These changes may have caused me to feel that there was a change in atmospheric pressure.

I felt this again today as twilight stole the brightness of the sky and replaced it with a rosy glow. I imagine that this is what Thoreau meant when he described how there is a moment when late afternoon shifts into evening, a time that signals transition but is not afternoon, twilight, or evening. A placid and special season, in Thoreauโ€™s mind, and I agree.

๐…๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ž๐ญ, ๐“๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฎ, ๐€๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‘:

โ€œWhat shall we name this season? โ€” this very late afternoon, or very early evening, this severe and placid season of the day, most favorable for reflection, after the insufferable heats and bustle of the day are over and before the dampness and twilight of evening! The serene hour, the Muses' hour, the season of reflection! It is commonly desecrated by being made tea-time. It begins perhaps with the earliest condensation of moisture in the air, when the shadows of hills are first observed, and the breeze begins to go down, and birds begin again to sing. The pensive season. It is earlier than the "chaste eve" of the poet. Bats have not come forth. It is not twilight. There is no dew yet on the grass, and still less any early star in the heavens. It is the turning-point between afternoon and evening. The few sounds now heard, far or near, are delicious. It is not more dusky and obscure, but clearer than before. The clearing of the air by condensation of mists more than balances the increase of shadows.โ€ (Thanks to stpeter.im/writings/thoreau/seasons-6.html)

Lucy Allen
August 13, 2026

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