By Sharon Lakey
Just to get a historical perspective on what it is like to have lived nearly one hundred years in America, here are a few Interesting events that occurred nationally the year little Alice Elizabeth Johnson was born: Woodrow Wilson became President after Teddy Roosevelt died in his sleep; prohibition became a law; the Grand Canyon was named a National Park; the US Congress approved the 19th Amendment to guarantee women the right to vote; the U.S. sent the 7th Cavalry Regiment across the Mexican border to repulse Pancho Villa; WWI was officially ended; the first successful transatlantic flight by a dirigible landed in New York; and Curly Lambeau founded the Green Bay Packers.
The Johnson farm located on the old Route 2 just on the border of St. Johnsbury and Danville.[/caption]Baby Alice was born at home on a lovely farm that borders Danville and St. Johnsbury on the old Route 2, now known as Route 2B. She joined an older brother, Gilbert. Two years later, sister Lucia would be welcomed at home and lastly, little Paul. The former Johnson farmland is now part of Danville’s Library Road and the development in that area.Her father, Frederick Gilbert Johnson, and mother, Lucia (Day) Johnson, originally came from the town of Lunenberg. Both grew up on farms. Fred worked at Merchant’s bank in St. Johnsbury, but because he contracted tuberculosis, he was warned by doctors to change professions. Now, we might find that suggestion medically puzzling, but then it must have made sense, and that is why the family bought and moved to the farm.
But when Alice was just two years old, her father gave up his new vocation, sold the farm and moved the family to Cliff Street in St. Johnsbury and became the seller of coal at E.T. and H.K. Ide. He would spend the next 50 years working there, eventually becoming the Vice President of the company. He retired when Tim Ide came of age to take over that position.
One of her lasting exhilarating memories from living on Cliff Street was when her siblings and friends walked to Mt. Pleasant Cemetery in the winter, dragging a travis behind them, getting on and speeding down the road, clear sailing down to the Fairbanks Mill where the motel now sits, a total of about two miles.
All of the Johnson children graduated from St. Johnsbury schools. Her older brother, Gilbert, became the manual arts teacher at the St. Johnsbury technical school. He was refused for the Army in WWII, because his feet were too big–size 17–even though he was only 6’3” tall. Her younger brother, Paul, served in the War on a submarine. He was reported missing at one point, but the sub came limping in after being damaged in a battle at sea. Sister Lucia married William Pearl; they owned a beautiful farm in Danville on Jamison Road. Brother Paul remained in the Navy until retirement, and then traveled the world to help set up machinery for large American companies overseas.After graduation from St. Johnsbury Academy, Alice attended a year-long prep program business course at the Academy. Afterwards, she attended a college in Farmington, Maine that later become part of the University of Maine. She took the course in Home Economics. During two summers in Maine, she cooked for U.S. Senator Brewster and his wife. “That is when I learned how the other half lived!” she exclaimed. A college friend of hers connected her to that job. That young friend cleaned and served, and Alice cooked. She remembers one July 4th event where they were to help entertain Air Force members stationed at Skowhegan. She cooked an entire salmon, head to tail, to be served on a large, silver platter. “My poor friend had to carry this heavy dish to the table without help. She could hardly carry it, and the Mrs. would allow no one to help her. After the fish was eaten on one side, it was brought back to the kitchen, and I had to flip the fish to the other side, and out it went again”
This job helped her work her way through college. She graduated in 1942, receiving her BS degree at age 23. The year after, she began teaching high school in Unity as a Home Economics teacher, a job that she kept for three years. During those summer breaks, she worked as a cook at the cannery, serving five meals a day to 50 workers. We made 21 pies a day, and we always ran out of pie,” she said.
In 1945 she moved back to Vermont where she went to work utilizing her degree in Home Economics and food management skills. A total of 13 years were spent in schools including St. Johnsbury, Danville, Concord and Peacham. At that time Home Economics was a required manual training course in all junior high schools. She taught hands-on material: upholstery, refinishing furniture, outdoor cooking, using chapters in a book written for boys that explained “how to choose a wife,” and even giving instructions on how to darn socks. The socks thing tickled the Peacham boys, but they swore her to secrecy. “Do not tell our mothers we know how to darn socks!”
She did have a one year teaching stint out of her water, so to speak, when she accepted a job in Danville to teach a 7 and 8 grade year, replacing a young woman who was pregnant. “Pregnant women were not allowed to teach then,” Alice explained, “and it took Mr. Roberts, the Superintendent, to go to the State Board and get permission for me to teach in her stead, even though I wasn’t certified to do so. I have never worked so hard for my money as that job,” she said, with a steely look in her eye. “That junior high class was out of control. They interfered with the whole high school.” She remembers one of many rascals was none other than her present good (and upright) neighbor, Tim Ide. Regardless, the class didn’t get the better of Alice, and she smiled while recounting some of the special moments between teacher and students during that “long” year.
Alice met her future husband, Kenneth Blair, for first time while working in Danville. Esther Holbrook, Ken’s niece, happened to be in her Home Ec class at the time. When the principal dropped in to say that Kenneth would be coming by to fix the refrigerator, little Esther exclaimed, “That old man! Don’t get him to talking; he’ll talk your ear off.” Kenneth was 11 years older than Alice. “He didn’t impress me at all during that first meeting,” she said, but they were married in 1947, when she was 28 years old and Ken was 39.
Alice said, “I never felt Ken was that much older than me.” She chuckles, though, relating the story of Ken’s opinion on her collars. It seems the couple had a meeting, followed by a tea with the trustees at Peacham Academy. On the ride home, Kenneth acted disgruntled and disgusted. Inquiring as to why he was upset, he finally told her she needed to “get rid of those Peter Pan collars!” Further inquiry revealed that when he went through the receiving line, Mr. Rowe (the father of Dr. Rowe) told him he had just met his daughter. “Get rid of those collars; they make you look too young!”
A few years into their marriage, Ken started to feel poorly and Alice went with him to see Dr. Coburn in St. Johnsbury for a thorough exam. They thought it might be pneumonia. After the exam, the doctor called Alice into his office to tell her that Kenneth had cancer. “It is all through him,” Dr. Coburn said, “and he doesn’t have long to live.” Alice didn’t know how to tell Ken, so she turned to Danville’s Dr. Paulsen for advice. “Dr. Paulsen told me the story of his own mother, who had cancer,” said Alice. “He said when he discovered his mother’s disease, he told her and she just gave up, went to bed and died. Dr. Paulson recommended that I withhold the news from Kenneth; perhaps he would live a year or two without many symptoms, and then I could tell him. I took his advice.” The only person she did tell was her mother; Kenneth lived another 35 years.
They enjoyed a social life in Danville that included local couples that dubbed themselves the “Dirty Dozen.” It was a potluck group that met for dinners and conversation that included Phil and Joanna Manning, George and Betty Morse, Otis and Irene Brickett, Howard and Miriam McNaughton, and Dick and Margaret Ide. “It was a nice time,” said Alice, who enjoys remembering the warmth of their friendships. Alice and Ken lived in an apartment in Danville for five years before they purchased a home on the corner of Brainerd Street and what is now Mountain View Drive. Alice especially enjoyed her large gardens there behind the house.
Many local women have stories of Alice Blair, because she became the County Extension Agent and Home Dem leader for Caledonia County for 24 years. She taught them everything from how to stuff a turkey to how to tailor-make a man’s suit. She was in charge of 50 Home Dem clubs that gathered once a month in homes of members. Twice a year, she ran the meetings of these clubs in someone’s home. This meant long hours on the road, many at night. Kenneth was adamant that she travel safely. “He made sure I traded cars every two years,” she said. “They were good, solid cars.”
Vermont County Agents were a collaborative group. Not only did they travel and meet in-state, they went to many different states for their required continuing education. “I’ve been to every state in the union, except Hawaii,” said Alice, “even to Puerto Rico.” Kenneth, on the other hand, preferred to stay home. That didn’t mean he didn’t care, though. “He was a big reader, you know,” said Alice. “He knew more about the places I travelled to than I did.” Kenneth Blair stories abound. He was an all-around handyman and a character with plenty of Vermont personality.
When she turned 60, Alice retired from her job with the Extension. After returning from a two-week cruise to Alaska, she was surprised to find that she was the new owner of the family camp on Newark Pond. “My father had put my name on the deed,” she said. She actually moved to Newark for seven years, though Kenneth wouldn’t make the transition there. “I voted there, but I still kept all my Danville connections and memberships, travelling to Danville for church every Sunday.” She tore down the original camp and built in its place a beautiful log cabin. “I always wanted a log cabin,” she mused. “Kenneth didn’t care for them, but he finished all the interior in the cabin.” Because she was on the road between Newark and Danville so much, she purchased a new car. This time she splurged. “I bought a beautiful, white, luxury Cadillac. People who rode with me said you couldn’t even feel a bump in the road.”
In 1985 Kenneth was once again feeling down. “I took him back to Dr. Coburn. When the doctor came out to see me, he was wide-eyed,” said Alice. “Why didn’t you tell me he was still alive?” he asked. “This time he was diagnosed with a heart condition,” said Alice. “It felt like he just faded away.” Ken died that year; Alice was 66 years old.
As we know, there was still a lot of life left for Alice to experience. She kept up her life between the two communities, but one morning at a Christmas breakfast held at Gloria Morse’s house on Mountain View Drive, Alice noticed a “For Sale” sign buried in the snow of the former home of Mrs. Farnham, who had lived to be 100 years old. Alice thought to herself that this was the size of house in which she should be living. The camp on the pond was getting to be too much for her to manage. She purchased the home in 1992, renting it for awhile until she could make the move back into Danville. The house is just a small distance from her former home on Brainerd Street, and she found her new neighbors a close-knit, friendly and supportive group. When she moved there, her new neighbor on Mountain View, Selden Houghton, was skeptical that she could get the Cadillac into the small garage. She proved him wrong. “I backed that car in with just inches to spare,” she said with a twinkle.
Finally, at 96, Alice decided it was time to give up driving. That was a difficult decision for her. Her medical doctor told her it was a good idea, because if she were ever in an accident, she would get blamed because of the strong medications she was taking for her shoulder. “My nephew, who was a State Trooper, told me that was a ‘darn good doctor who would tell you that.’” So Alice decided they were right and put a “For Sale” sign on her beautiful white car, one she had driven this time for six years. “It was sold in all of ten minutes,” said Alice, still surprised about the speed in which her car disappeared.
Now, with the medical support of her local extended family members, a limited number of hours of hired help to do laundry and household chores, and amazing neighbors Doug Lamothe and Jenness Ide, she is still able to live in her own home. Her appreciation is unmistakable. “I love the people in Vermont. I’ve never wanted to live anywhere else. Mother Nature seems kinder here, too. Even in our most severe weather, it doesn’t seem scary.”
On aging, Alice is, as one would expect, a realist. “I have pain and I fall,” she said. Thus, when Doug LaMothe encouraged her to get a Lifeline, there was no quarrel. And, she’s used it. “I’m not afraid of dying, but I’m not pushing it, either.”
If you are wondering if that iconic Caledonia County Extension Agent is still alive and well, offer her a summer strawberry shortcake at the North Danville July 4th Church dinner. “Would you like half a serving or a whole?” I questioned.“Ask if they use real cream,” she responded.
When they answered in the affirmative, she smiled and said, “I’ll take the whole.”