70 years of Sherryland

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96-year-old Toppy Sherry, Danville’s oldest woman, believes in working hard and having fun

By Sharon Lakey

At the end of Brain­erd Street, just before the road forks, it divides a love­ly big yel­low house, big red barn, and expan­sive fields, pas­ture, and wood­land. This is Sher­ry­land, the home of Top­py Sher­ry since 1946.

As the say­ing goes, “all work and no play makes a per­son dull, and they miss so much.”  This is Car­o­line Wat­son “Top­py” Sherry’s phi­los­o­phy. She worked hard, had fun, and even mixed in a few adven­tures. When oppor­tu­ni­ty knocked, she rose to the occasion.

Sherryland’s keep­er is still going strong as she approach­es her 97th year.

The Watson children, taken at the Watson farm in Walden on top of the snow roller. Her father rolled the roads. Toppy on the right, Lucille in the center and Roy on the left. Photo courtesy of Toppy Sherry.
The Wat­son chil­dren, tak­en at the Wat­son farm in Walden on top of the snow roller. Her father rolled the roads. Top­py on the right, Lucille in the cen­ter and Roy on the left. Pho­to cour­tesy of Top­py Sherry.

Top­py was born in South Danville on the old “Berard” farm at the top of the hill beyond the cov­ered bridge on August 18, 1918.  She was the eldest of three chil­dren born to Harley and Lula Wat­son.  She had a sis­ter, Lucille, and a broth­er, Roy.  When she was five years old, they moved to their farm in Walden, car­ry­ing every­thing they owned in a horse-drawn wag­on.  In addi­tion to dairy farm­ing and log­ging, in win­ter, her Dad used to roll the snow on the roads with his hors­es for the town of Walden. She attend­ed the Four Cor­ners Ele­men­tary School walk­ing a mile one-way each day.  They would car­ry their lunch and often bake a pota­to on the school stove. She acquired her nick­name, Top­py from neigh­bor Lee Hatch, who thought it was funny.

I was so dis­gust­ed that it stuck,” Top­py said.

Music was a strong inter­est of her moth­er and her sis­ter.  With her moth­er on the ban­jo, Lucille on vio­lin and Top­py on the accor­dion, they played at kitchen jun­kets.  These were social evenings in people’s homes where neigh­bors would gath­er to dance and have fun.  Occa­sion­al­ly, they played in a hall and earned a lit­tle mon­ey for their efforts.

Top­py attend­ed Phillips Acad­e­my, now Danville High School, and had to rent a room to stay in town.  She stayed with her uncle and aunt, Glen and Addie Wat­son, for the first year then worked for her room and board, earn­ing 75 cents a week at the Osgoods board­ing house on Hill Street. She grad­u­at­ed in 1937.  She admits to not lik­ing school­work and said she, “most­ly loved school for the fun.”  She fond­ly remem­bers play­ing her accor­dion for school par­ties at the Town Hall.

Her work­ing years began ear­ly.  Rather than return­ing to the farm dur­ing sum­mers, she stayed in Danville, adding to her small sav­ings by work­ing at Dia­mond Hill Cab­ins. “Mrs. Moore ran it then and I made beds, cleaned the cab­ins, and wait­ed on table,” she remembers.Shortly after grad­u­a­tion, she was hired at Burk­lyn Hall, the man­sion in Burke then owned by the Brown fam­i­ly from Min­neapo­lis, Minn. “That was my col­lege”, Top­py says.  She learned a lot there about man­ag­ing a large home and setting/serving a for­mal table, both of which helped her pre­pare for her future guest busi­ness at Sherryland.

Somehow Henry and Toppy ended up housing this little pony. "He belonged to the vet but nearly everybody used him," said Toppy. Photo courtesy of Toppy Sherry
Some­how Hen­ry and Top­py end­ed up hous­ing this lit­tle pony. “He belonged to the vet but near­ly every­body used him,” said Top­py. Pho­to cour­tesy of Top­py Sherry

While work­ing at the man­sion, she met a hand­some young man on a home dec­o­rat­ing crew.  Every­body kept say­ing, “You have to meet Hen­ry.”  In fact, they insist­ed she meet him and when she did, he invit­ed her out.  Their romance blos­somed. “We were mar­ried at the man­sion, the Browns insist­ed,” she says with a smile. That was in 1939. After liv­ing a short time in St. Johns­bury, in 1946, they pur­chased the farm that would become their home.“The Sicards owned it before us and held an auc­tion pri­or to our pur­chase.  What­ev­er didn’t sell at the auc­tion is what we began our dairy herd with,” she laughs.

"After milking, we would drive the cows out to pasture on the road." said Toppy. Here one can see Sherryland in the backround. Photo courtesy of Toppy Sherry.
“After milk­ing, we would dri­ve the cows out to pas­ture on the road.” said Top­py. Here one can see Sher­ry­land in the back­round. Pho­to cour­tesy of Top­py Sherry.

In 1949, they opened their home to guests.  Thus, Sher­ry­land was born.  Fam­i­lies, sin­gles, and cou­ples would come to stay for full room and board, com­mon­ly for a week.  This brought extra income to the farm and gave them a chance to meet peo­ple from the “out­side world.”

By tak­ing in guests, I have met peo­ple from all over the world and made a great many good friends that still come back since the late 1950s”, she beams.

Work on the farm was long and hard.  Top­py was up at 5 a.m. to help with chores – feed­ing calves and in the lat­er years of dairy farm­ing, car­ry­ing the large pails of milk for Hen­ry to their bulk tank.  Days could last until 11 p.m. when she could be still iron­ing sheets on her man­gle, a large elec­tri­cal roller for iron­ing sheets and shirts.  In sum­mers, she helped with rak­ing hay and dri­ving the hay truck and tend­ed the big gar­den (includ­ing freez­ing many fruits and veg­eta­bles for win­ter) in addi­tion to prepar­ing an end­less num­ber of meals, and clean­ing rooms for the guests who could num­ber up to 10 at a time.  Many peo­ple fond­ly remem­ber dri­ving by Sher­ry­land and see­ing Toppy’s sheets sway­ing gen­tly in the wind from the lines on the large, wrap-around front porch.  Life got a lit­tle eas­i­er for them when they stopped milk­ing Hol­steins and switched to Devon beef cattle.

Albert Danforth kept his yoke of oxen at the Pettengill farm that was owned by the Sherry's. "He would drop by the house and I would go down with him to visit Henry at the sugarhouse. Photo courtesy of Toppy Sherry.
Albert Dan­forth kept his yoke of oxen at the Pet­tengill farm that was owned by the Sher­ry’s. “He would drop by the house and I would go down with him to vis­it Hen­ry at the sug­ar­house. Pho­to cour­tesy of Top­py Sherry.

Sug­ar­ing was an impor­tant activ­i­ty in ear­ly spring.  About 1,200 buck­ets were put out, yield­ing about 300 gal­lons of syrup.  Oxen, hors­es, and even­tu­al­ly trac­tors were used to gath­er the sap. Phil Bad­ger and Char­lie Pike helped gath­er the sap for years.  Sug­ar­ing meant sug­ar-on-snow with the donuts, pick­les and cof­fee to go with it.

Top­py became well known for her cook­ing.  One day, Mr. Wes­son, pres­i­dent of Cale­do­nia Nation­al Bank, came call­ing with a ques­tion:  would she con­sid­er serv­ing the mid-day din­ner to the 8–12 bank direc­tors for their month­ly board meet­ing.  He con­vinced her to try it just once to see how it would go.  For the next 40 years their din­ners were held in the Sher­ry­land din­ing room.

Toppy belonged to a local quilting group that met and worked together for 20 years. They are gathered here for the photo on Toppy's front porch.  From l to r: Lorette Desrochers, Marilyn Moulton, Doreen Fraser, Fran Gingue, Toppy Sherry, Janice Currier and Lucia Pearl. Missing from photo is Rose Desrochers and Joanne Schyler.
Top­py belonged to a local quilt­ing group that met and worked togeth­er for 20 years. They are gath­ered here for the pho­to on Top­py’s front porch. From l to r: Lorette Desrochers, Mar­i­lyn Moul­ton, Doreen Fras­er, Fran Gingue, Top­py Sher­ry, Jan­ice Cur­ri­er and Lucia Pearl. Miss­ing from pho­to is Rose Desrochers and Joanne Schyler.

In the mid-1970s about 8–9 farmer’s wives and friends start­ed meet­ing on Wednes­day after­noons for lap quilt­ing.  Gath­er­ings rotat­ed to each other’s homes and each of these ladies not only made many beau­ti­ful quilts for their fam­i­lies, but most impor­tant­ly, they devel­oped very close friend­ships.  For these hard­work­ing women, Wednes­day after­noons became a respite of fun and relax­ation for many years.  The Quil­ters still try to meet for an annu­al lunch and keep in touch.

Not to be missed is Toppy’s love for ani­mals.  She had a beau­ti­ful minia­ture horse, Gyp­sy, whom she drove in the Danville Fair Parade with the guid­ance of Bruce Brink.  Two cats have added great joy to her life. Rusty,

Toppy and Rusty, the 22 lb cat. Toppy got him from Lucia Pearl. Photo courtesy of Toppy Sherry
Top­py and Rusty, the 22 lb cat. Top­py got him from Lucia Pearl. Pho­to cour­tesy of Top­py Sherry

a hand­some 22-pound yel­low tiger, could con­vince her to sit and hold him for the after­noon when no one else could even get her to take a break.  Mid­night, a beau­ti­ful 15-pound black on black tiger, appeared at Sher­ry­land last Octo­ber and has made him­self at home with her.  He gets her to sit in her liv­ing room and pro­vides lots of com­pa­ny, espe­cial­ly at night.

After Hen­ry died in 1992, Top­py did some trav­el­ing.  Her first and most adven­tur­ous trip was to Nairo­bi, Kenya.  Their daugh­ter, Bet­ty­lou, lived there for two years.  Top­py and Beaulah Lawrence, her for­mer sis­ter-in-law, went for a vis­it.  While camp­ing in the Serengeti, they got to see the annu­al migra­tion of about a quar­ter of a mil­lion wilde­beest, zebra, etc., cross­ing the plains — a beau­ti­ful sight to behold.  While they were there, they got to meet many Kenyans, saw ele­phants in Tsa­vo and Amboseli, and saw more wildlife in the Ngoron­goro Crater in Tan­za­nia.  They also vis­it­ed Lon­don and Rome, includ­ing the Vat­i­can.  On the way home they had break­fast in Rome, lunch in Lon­don, and din­ner in Burlington.

Betty tha ou Sherry on Teddy, Dr. Paul Hamilton's pony on which most of the children in Danville learned to ride. He was an intelligent and fast pony that could run a quarter mile in 30.25 seconds. Photo courtesy of Bettylou Sherry
Bet­ty­lou Sher­ry on Ted­dy, Dr. Paul Hamil­ton’s pony on which most of the chil­dren in Danville learned to ride. He was an intel­li­gent and fast pony that could run a quar­ter mile in 30.25 sec­onds. Pho­to cour­tesy of Bet­ty­lou Sherry

Bet­ty­lou lived in Seat­tle, Wash., for 20 years so Top­py, and occa­sion­al­ly Hen­ry, would fly out for a vis­it and got to see the rugged Pacif­ic North­west coast.  Lat­er when Bet­ty­lou moved to Atlanta, Ga. to work for the Cen­ters for Dis­ease Con­trol and Pre­ven­tion, Top­py flew out and drove across the coun­try with Bet­ty­lou.  Top­py was the nav­i­ga­tor and it was a spec­tac­u­lar dri­ve through the moun­tains and across the plains in late spring.

For sev­er­al years after that, Top­py would vis­it Beaulah Palmer at her win­ter apart­ment on the beach in Red­ing­ton Shores, Fla., and stop in Atlanta for a few days to vis­it Bet­ty­lou.  One spe­cial trip dur­ing her Flori­da vis­it was to the Ever­glades where they took a kayak tour with a biol­o­gist guide through the cypress and man­grove swamps.  It was mag­i­cal and they saw many rare birds and alli­ga­tors close up.

In 2012, Bet­ty­lou moved back to the farm and has ren­o­vat­ed the “lit­tle” house in order to be close by to help Toppy.

In Toppy’s words, “I am about to turn 97.  I am in good health and can still do quite a lot around the house, get my own meals, etc.  I feel I have had an inter­est­ing full life and hope to keep going a while longer, thanks to Bet­ty­lou and my dear friends.”

Bet­ty­lou Sher­ry con­tributed to this article.

 

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