Christmas in April–Unwrapping a glass negative
Elders share stories with Danville School
Ned, You Ought To Take Me in Your Auto
The story of the first automobile in Danville
By Mark R. Moore
Ancient Roads. When I first heard of their existence, I had visions of a mythical highway hidden under the soil and stones in some corners of the Republic of Vermont. Soon I learned it was a matter of old, faded charts and the recollections of long-time residents. But even the maps and memories get fuzzy with the passage of time. The roads become ruts, the ruts get filled in, and the road becomes not an obscure ramble through the forest.
Yet the documents at the Danville Historical Society set me on a clear path where I met the image of the first car and first car owner in Danville–the recently married 24-year-old owner of a red touring automobile, Ned Pettengill. But first, let’s review a bit of history of the automobile in Vermont.
Annual Meeting, April 10, 3:00 p.m.
School on a Mission
Danville School receives high national recognition
By Sharon Lakey
8:00 on a Monday morning, and the Danville School front desk was hopping. Three elementary schoolgirls, obviously excited about something, were waiting their turn to speak to one of the secretaries. Towering above them was a lanky high school boy, asking about tickets to the boys’ basketball semi-final game at the Aud. “All sold out,” the secretary said apologetically, “but you can get them over there before the game.” It was pleasant, organized-chaos that I remembered well from my own children’s school days in Danville. I was on a mission, too, needing to sign in with the secretary before meeting with co-principal, Meg Powden.
The mission: get the story behind Danville School’s national recognition as a best school. Surprisingly, it was an honor I had not read about in our own local media; instead, it was mentioned in conversations with people I had outside of our area, both in and out of state. Having worked in a public school in Vermont during the No Child Left Behind (NCLB) high-stakes testing years, I knew this designation was no small feat.
Meg arrived through the maze of students before a bell sounded and all moved off in the direction of their assigned rooms. She escorted me up the ramp, past the lunchroom, and into her office in the upper hall. It was not an imposing office, looking like a small converted classroom space. After explaining my mission, she brought out her laptop and located the sites where Danville is listed.
Going to See the Elephant
April marks the beginning of the sesquicentennial observance of the outset of the Civil War with the firing on Fort Sumter in Charleston Harbor, April 12, 1861. For the next four years the Danville Historical Society will reprint excerpts of articles published in the North Star from 1861 to 1865 focusing on Danville’s involvement in the Civil War.
“Going To See The Elephant” was an expression used by enlistees in the Union Army describing the experience of country boys going off to war where they would experience life in ways they could not have imagined.
Under the leadership of Governor Erastus Fairbanks, Vermont responded quickly to the call for men to join the Union forces. During the Civil War, Vermont contributed more per capita from its treasury and from its population of young men to the conflict than any other state in the Union. Danville’s financial commitment of approximately $36,000. to the war effort , as well as the number of its enlistments was extraordinary.
In 1861, Danville had a population of about 2,500 consisting of about 350 men between the ages of 18 and 45. Out of this pool of men, from 1861 to 1865 Danville furnished 245 enlistments consisting of 194 different men. The balance was accounted for by re-enlistments. By the end of the war, Danville had lost a total of 35 men. Twelve of those who lost their lives were killed in battle and the rest died from exposure, starvation, or sickness.
Vermont Civil War Hemlocks to Encamp in Danville
Town Meeting, 2011
It Ain’t Necessarily So
…or How a Vermonter Brought His Girlfriend to a Minstrel Show
By Mark R. Moore, Vermont Associate at Danville Historical House Beside the two ticket stubs that lie before me on the desk are two locks of hair. One is longer, thick and satiny with a slight curl. The other is wispy and of a rougher texture.Like many things at Historical House, a glance at the surface of what one encounters does not reveal the facts. Instead, these items are more like a multi-faceted diamond, a kaleidoscope of thoughts and conclusions that change with the slightest turn. The facts must be evaluated against the partial evidence that we have before us as well as our knowledge of the past, placed in context of the present. Add to that the knowledge we gather from outside sources, and it will balance our first gut reactions.