The Beginning – Dr.Pardon Haynes

Well Sweep at Fort Pelham Farm Front

Well Sweep at Fort Pelham Farm circa 1880

from The History of the Connecticut Valley in Massachusetts by Louis H. Everts, 1879

     ” Dr. Pardon Haynes.—This gentleman was born in New London, Conn., Feb. 2, 1762. When he was fifteen years old his father removed to Hoosac. During the Revolutionary war he served a short enlistment in the American army.
He studied medicine with an elder brother, and commenced practice in Hebron, Washington Co., N. Y.; but, not feeling satisfied with his situation, he soon removed to the town of Rowe, Franklin Co., Mass. In that town he lived and practiced for a period of forty-five years, building up a most excellent reputation and accumulating a competence: He possessed a robust constitution, and had that quality of determination which invariably wins in the business of life.
The region around Rowe was at the time he settled rough and wild, and his experience was in keeping with the condition of the country. His traveling was mostly on horseback, and his perils and escapes by night and by day were something wonderful to men of the present day. Sometimes, when the snows covered the earth to a great depth, he was compelled to make his visits on the Indian “raquette,” or snow-shoe, and the regular recompense was one New England shilling per mile.
In those days bridges were scarce over the larger streams, and the doctor was often obliged to ford the Deerfield River on horseback at the imminent peril of his life and that of his horse.
He was more particularly distinguished as a practitioner of midwifery, in which department he was probably unexcelled in the region. He was regular in his habits and always punctual to his appointments. He was prominent in other directions as well as in the practice of medicine. Under commissions issued by Governors John Hancock and Samuel Adams he commanded a military company in Rowe when the position was a most honorable one, and won the then proud distinction from Gen. Mattoon of having the best-disciplined company in his regiment. Dr. Haynes died on the 29th of December, 1833, at the age of seventy-one years. He was a member of the Unitarian Church.”  

Other sources will tell you that Dr. Haynes became the physician in Rowe in 1790.  Records show he was also a selectman in 1797 and 1809.  Percy Brown writes in his history of Rowe, “Pardon Haynes, the old doctor, built the Wright house and the Frank Brown house south of it about 1800”.  Both houses were built in the same style with Dr. Haynes home having finer details.

Olive Wright Chamberlain was the last descendant of Pardon Haynes to live at Fort Pelham farm which was sold out of the family in 1941.  In a photo album that was returned to Rowe after her death she describes the lineage and you can tell how proud she was and how much she loved this property.



Relax

3 Adirondacks

This is the spot that we all gravitate to whenever we need a rest from what we’re doing or to contemplate what we’ve done or what we need to be doing. It overlooks the back forty that Bill has worked so hard to reclaim.It is a shady spot most of the day and I swear the few people that drive by must think we spend far more time in those chairs than we actually do.

In April, Gene Logsdon, wrote an article about staying home that pretty much sums up how it is with us.  There is no where else we would rather be.

Here’s a link – http://thecontraryfarmer.wordpress.com/2012/04/25/it-pays-to-stay-home/

One Fine Property

May of 1967 was the year my parents bought the property but my mother

had been making us drive by it every Sunday for years.  She loved this house.

I’m thinking she had no idea what a money pit the place truly was.

The main house was built in 1800 with some speculation that part of

the ell was built in the late 1700’s by Dr. Pardon Haynes.  Dr. Haynes had

become the town physician in 1788.  He married Hannah Holloway in 1790

in Conway, MA. This is the Town of Rowe record of his marriage.

This property stayed in the family for many generations – until 1941.  I’ll be

exploring this family and how it lived at Middletown Hill Rd.

for almost 150 years  as well as some day to day goings on.

Everything in its season.

Even though it has been an odd spring with extraordinary weather I have still 
managed to wait until May to plant some of my garden. 
This past weekend was potatoes.  Katahdins.
I cut them on Friday night and planted on Sunday morning before
the black flies discovered I was out there.  The bed had been ready
for weeks because warm weather always makes me want to dig in the
dirt.  Some little voice was telling me not to plant to early, don’t be deceived
into thinking that Spring had truly arrived just because the temperatures were
feeling like July.  So I waited.
The seeds for tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers and winter squash were
planted weeks ago in their snug little peat pots.  They will go in on Memorial Day
just as they do every year.  It comes a little earlier this year than usual 
so it’s nice that it has been so warm
It took me less than a half an hour to plant 20 pounds of potatoes – 3 rather long rows-
and I wondered as I was doing it why more people don’t plant their own vegetables.
The potatoes you grow taste so much better than what you buy. Sometimes I wonder if it’s 
just knowing that you grew them in your yard that makes them taste better but then again how
often do you get to eat any vegetable mere minutes from being picked?

Catching up on a Major Project

It’s been a hectic few months so I’ll post some
photos of what has occurred in the ongoing project 
that is the house at Fort Pelham Farm.
 This is the plumbing wall with everything out of it.
A serious hodgepodge of plumbing materials.
Once the old floor was removed we used a lazer level 
to see what we were dealing with.  One corner was 6 inches
lower than the other.  Russell made giant shims for us to
level the new floor. 
Mike and Bill put in the special MDF for the floor.  It’s tongue and 
groove and gauranteed for 50 years.  Cool.
The studs went up and after a lot of 
discussion the half wall was built.
The seat for the shower was built into the 
half wall.
Sweet.
During the week the plumbers came in and
put in new plumbing for the entire upstairs and 
a new hot water holding tank so we would have 
steadier water temps (and not run out of hot water
half way through a shower).
Mike redid the windows, insulated, drywalled and painted
the walls so we could start on the tile.
The schluter membrane goes up.
We’ve used the schluter system for other showers.  It’s simple 
and works very well.
Now the tiling begins.  We started with four courses of 
13″ x 13″ tile.
 These are Italian ceramic tiles.  They are very, very durable.
While Bill was tiling I was designing the sink area.
Bill gets to the design courses.  He curses me for
not just using straight tiles.
Lots of cutting and placement is slow.
But look at how beautiful it is.
Mike came over to give Bill words of encouragement.
At this point he needs it – he’s making himself crazy with
his perfectionism.
Done for the weekend.
Next Bill has Paul help him lay out the heat mat for the floor.
That’s right – radiant heat.
Then the tiles were laid on the floor.  Again 13″ x 13″.
Now everything has to set up for a week.

New Project

The latest remodel is putting in
a new bathroom downstairs.
This room was the laundry and
a quilting corner for my mother.
She had the cubbies built in.  The cabinets
above have the upstairs plumbing running
through them.

                                  The other end of the room is the laudry area and also served
                                                                as a pantry of sorts.

                                                   So we’re off on another adventure.
                                            Bill began demo with the idea of salvaging
                                                               what we could.

                                           Some of the panelling will be reused in the room.

The pipes were exposed when we stopped.
Others came in to demo the rest of the room this
week.
We are under the gun to get this finished asap and
we have soooo many friends helping – going above and beyond.

Moving Rocks (Large Ones)

 Bill and I finished the upper part of the new flower garden on Sunday.
The rock mess on the right of the steps is in the process of being
moved.

We put the last huge rocks on the top.  It’s amazing what
you can do with a tractor.

 Bill brought fill in from one of his many huge
mulch piles out in the back.

I raked it into fill in some of the dips.

Also raked out some of the debris – it’s amazing what I had
to remove besides sticks, roots and chunks of rotted
trees.

There was a little metal roofing and the latch to an old ladder.

Buddy was just observing when we walked the back forty.

He’s really not sure about the new dog.

But after we begged him to come along he decided Chester
wasn’t all bad.

Next year I think the garden may be that patch below the
new garden.  It’ll have to have stumps and large, round rocks
removed and some fill brought in, but it’s a much sunnier spot.

And Bill and Chester will reclaim their lawn.

Amazing

Over the past week we have had the floors refinished in the
living room and the kitchen.
Mike Chattin and his son Max came in last Sunday and began
with repairs.  The stack of wood you see in the photo
above was cut out of the library floor (which will eventually be
replaced). We moved the rug, cut wood out and replaced it with
a piece of plywood.  Once the rug was back no one was the wiser.
After repairs to the hole in the floor were made from the cellar Mike
removed the remaining floorboards in a staggered fashion.
The boards were replaced.

While Mike patched Max sanded a previous patch to see if the wood matched
or if they would have to replace some of the boards there as well.

Another patch made in the middle of the floor. 

The floor before sanding.  The light spot is from my father’s shoes
when he sat on the sofa.
Bill decided we should do the kitchen floor at the same time.

No repairs were needed in here. We told Mike to just sand and poly.

More “before” photos of the kitchen.
A little blurry but I thought Buddy looked funny peaking around the corner.
He knows somethings up.
After talking to Mike on Friday we arrived Saturday to this.
AMAZING!
Beautiful maple flooring with a cherry threshold going into the library.
A large burn mark in the floor in front of the fireplace that we didn’t
know was there.  Adds character – we can make up stories about that mark.
And the kitchen . . .


Beautiful oak with walnut plugs.  My Dad put this floor in when
I was in high school (many years ago).  I remember putting those
plugs in.
The change (improvement) is just amazing.  And to really
appreciate it you have to walk on it with your bare feet.
The one thing no one warned me about was what a HUGE mess
this would make.  I was thinking demo/drywall mess.  Think 100% worse.

Playing with Dirt

The weather has been nothing but wet.  This weekend I planted
my chard and two rows of potatoes – Katadin and Russets.
I probably could have done more but the black flies were beyond belief.

Bill spread a pile of gravel in the driveway on Sunday.  Now the
dips and holes are gone.  Notice how nice the field looks in
the background.  With all of the rain we can’t do anything
but walk down there right now.  Hoping for some dryer weather.

There’s Nothing Like Homemade.

Cheese – Farmhouse cheddar.  It’s not a true cheddar because
the process is a little easier and doesn’t age as long.
I cut it open on Saturday because the suspense was
killing me.
It was a very creamy textured cheese with a little tang to it
reminiscent of goat cheese but not quite as strong a flavor.
I would make it again.  I did expect it to be a drier cheese
than it was.

 Yes, and it’s sugar season.  The weather hasn’t been so
cooperative and we got off to a rocky start but have made
some really good syrup this year.
Bill at his usual job.
 Ahhhh, I can just smell that maple deliciousness (is that a word?)
I love the way the rig takes on a life of it’s own when you’re
boiling.  It seems to huff and puff.
Just smell the aroma – now for a nice cup of warm syrup.