Harmon, Martha BFSociety Archivist. XFINITY Connect Page 1 of 2 XFINITY Connect eppster2@comcast.ne + Font Size Re: GBD and Beatrix Farrand? From Ronald & Elizabeth Epp Thu, Nov 21, 2013 09:40 PM Subject Re: GBD and Beatrix Farrand? 3 attachments To : Rebecca Cole-Will Cc Judith Tankard Bcc Martha Harmon Dear Becky, In responding to your query, I'm copying this email to Judith Tankard in the hope that my remarks might yield a response from Judith to the issues raised by Scott Koniecko. Regarding the Farrand-GBD connection, I've attached two documents that indicate the nature of their relationship.Another is "George B. Dorr on Mount Desert" which Judith published in the Winter 2009 Beatrix Farrand Society News, available online. I'll deal with this topic in greater detail in The Making of Acadia National Park but prefer not to share this prior to publication. As far as I can document, she did not formally engage in garden design for his properties; lists of her garden designs do not credit to her landscaping at Oldfarm. However, in their informal encounters it is hard not to believe that the influence of each rubbed on on one another! An illustration of this involves focusing on the rocky Mount Desert landscape. As Jane Brown points out in her 1995 publication Beatrix, her "own hands-on gardening at Reef Point was tussling with planting around the rocks." In a presentation to the ASLA she states that "the making of a rock garden is probably the hardest problem that can be put before us." (pg. 98). Dorr faced the same issue working on Mount Desert and at The Mount with Edith Wharton. As Brown amplifies quite correctly, both Dorr and Farrand used every walk through the MDI mountains as an opportunity to see how natural forces directed stones, water, and plant life over the ages in ways that promoted and at times frustrated life. This mingling of rocks and gardens might be a suitable theme for centennial celebrations, especially since it harkens back to the 1893 Garden & Forest essays by landscape architect Charles Eliot which deal with the unique climatic challenges of the Maine coast. Dorr's relationship with Ms. Farrand's aunt, Edith Wharton, is more clearly demonstrated. I've also attached a copy of my publication on this topic for your files since it bears on the horticultural interests of both Wharton, Farrand, and Dorr. Is it your intention, Becky, to add my publications to your Acadia National Park Resource Management Records? Let me know and I'll provide hard copies of what is germane to your collections. Regarding Farrand and JDRJr., the documentation from the Rockefeller Archive Center has been pretty well covered and integrated into the biographies of Mrs. Farrand. The new edition of Ann Rockefelller Robert's Mr. Rockefeller's Roads adds nothing new to the 1990 first edition. However, there is more useful information in the Reiley & Brouse Historic Resource Study for the Carriage Road System, Acadia National Park (1989) and the impressive HABS/HAER study of NPS historian Richard Quin whose "Rockefeller's Carriage Roads" (see pages 59-63) is now available online from the Library of Congress. Fascinating and unrivaled research throughout!!! Becky, I have an email from Superintendent Steele indicating his interest in having the archives accept from me a donation of resources that bear on the history of the park. I would like to begin this transfer next year, http://web.mail.comcast.net/zimbra/h/printmessage?id=163389&tz=America/New_York&xim=1 11/21/2013 XFINITY Connect Page 2 of 2 since I will be making frequent trips to MDI during 2014-2015 in preparation for the publication of The Making of Acadia National Park. I will send you in the next few months an estimate of linear space needs to accommodate the resources as a whole. Good luck with your new responsibilities! Ron Ronald H. Epp, Ph.D. 532 Sassafras Dr. Lebanon, PA 17042 717-272-0801 eppster2@comcast.net From: "Rebecca Cole-Will" To: "Ron Epp" Sent: Monday, November 18, 2013 11:47:47 AM Subject: GBD and Beatrix Farrand? Hi Ron, Again, apologies for my no show last week. It seems as if everyone is now planning a centennial project - did you see Jeff Dobbs while you were here? He's working on a film about the 4 founding fathers. I told him to fact-check anything about Dorr with you. I just spoke with Scott Koniecko, Pres. of the Beatrix Farrand Society. He, too, wants to do a centennial commemorative exhibit, focusing on BF's role in park planning. He's looking for material about her and JDR work on carriage roads. But, I also said to him that you had told me about a connection between Dorr & BF - did she do any garden design for him? I seem to recall something about Oldfarm and BF hope to hear from you, Rebecca Cole-Will, Acting Chief, Resource Management Division and Cultural Resources Program Manager Acadia National Park, 20 McFarland Hill Drive, PO Box 177, Bar Harbor, ME 04609 ~207.288.8728 ph., 207.288.8709 fx. FARRAND VISITS OLDFARM.doc 31 KB GARDEN7.doc 62 KB WildGardens(Epp-Rev0210).doc 112 KB http://web.mail.comcast.net/zimbra/h/printmessage?id=163389&tz=America/New_York&xim=1 11/21/2013 Verizon Yahoo! Mail 1-eppster2@verizon.net Page 1 of 2 Verizon Yahoo! Mail Verizon Central Yahoo! Search: Web Search Welcome, eppster2@verizon Mail Home All-New Mail Tutorials Help YAHOO! [Sign Out, Member Center verizon MAIL Classic Mail Contacts Calendar Notepad Options Check Mail Compose Search Mail Search the Web Folders [Add Edit] Previous I Next I Back to Messages Inbox (6) Delete Reply Forward Move Draft This message is not flagged. [ Flag Message - Mark as Unread Printable View Sent Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2008 11:49:46 -0700 (PDT) Bulk (1) [Empty] "ELIZABETH and RONALD EPP" Add to Trash [Empty] From: Address Book Add Mobile Alert My Folders [Hide] Subject: Reef Point Garden Collection DorrBio2008 (26) To: harmonmartha@hotmail.com Eliz messages (6) CC: "Patrick Chasse" :Patrick@MossKing.com> Horseshoe Pond Member Information Dear Ms. Harmon, Ron Archives (32) For more than five years Patrick Chasse and I have been discussing the relationship between Beatrix Farrand and George Bucknam Dorr as I complete Search Shortcuts an archival-based biography of the founder of Acadia National Park. Thanks in My Photos part to him, I presented a paper on Dorr's horticultural advice to Edith Wharton at a 2006 international conference at The Mount which should be published My Attachments later this fall. Quire, I'm a recently retired academic library director, writing now in the hope that you can assist me in locating documentation for remarks that Beatrix Farrand made Taulth. and in her 1893 Notebooks about the Oldfarm property on south Main Street, Bar Harbor. Jane Brown (Beatrix: The Gardening Life of Beatrix Jones Farrand) refers to Oldfarm as one of Beatrix's favorite places (page 27-28) and quotes extensively from a source identified in endnote 32 as the 1893 Notebook. I'm aware of the Farrand holdings at the University of California but I seem to recall that Patrick said to me several years ago that copies of portions of this collection were who available at Garland Farm. Since I would very much like to read Farrand's account fully, can you determine whether this resource is available in your library? If that is the case, perhaps we can arrange an appointment outside of open hours when I visit MDI in September. If that is not the case, can you offer any suggestions? Cordially, Ronald H. Epp, Ph.D. 47 Pond View Drive http://us.f842.mail.yahoo.com/ym/ShowLetter?MsgId=586_6162644_101013_688_1210_ 8/11/2008 RE: Hon. John A. Peters Papers - Inbox - Verizon Yahoo! Mail Page 2 of 4 Mail Contacts Calendar Notepad What's New? Mobile Mail Options Check Mail Compose Search Mail Search the Web Previous I Next I Back to Messages Mark as Unread I Print Folders [Add Edit] Delete Reply Forward Spam Move.. Inbox (2) Drafts (6) RE: Hon. John A. Peters Papers Friday, September 26, 2008 2:45 PM Sent From: "martha harmon" Spam (1) [Empty] To: eppster2@verizon.net Trash [Empty] My Folders [Hide] Ron, DorrBio2008 (33) Yes, thank you for the mailing I apologize for not getting a note off to you. Eliz messages (6) Horseshoe Pond Would you like to stay with us? We live about a mile past Woodlawn (towards Surry), and have Member Informa two guest rooms one with a double bed, the other Ron Archives (31) with twins even a private bathroom, but with a pretty lawful shower. You'd stay on Tuesday night, October 7th, yes? Search Shortcuts Marti My Photos My Attachments Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2008 07:22:19 -0700 From: eppster2@verizon.net Subject: RE: Hon. John A. Peters Papers To: harmonmartha@hotmail.com Dear Martha, I've heard the good news that Josh asked you to be involved in the Peters Papers inventory slated for October 7th (and possibhly 8th). I doubt that we'll have much time to talk about Beatrix or Mr. Dorr in the midst of all the dusty documents. I'll be driving up the morning of the 7th and returning the 8th with no time planned for MDI. Sorry for the brevity of this, but now that these dates have been firmed up I've got to go online and find myself lodging in Bucksport or Ellsworth. Did you receive my mailing? Best, Ronald H. Epp Ph.D. 47 Pond View Drive Merrimack, NH 03054 (603) 424-6149 eppster2@verizon.net On Sun, 8/31/08, martha harmon wrote: From: martha harmon Subject: RE: Beatrix Farrand & R. Epp To: "ELIZABETH and RONALD EPP" Date: Sunday, August 31, 2008, 10:56 AM Dear Dr. Epp, I am still in California but will be home in a few days. Yes, the morning of the 9th looks as if it will be fine for a vist. Tuesday is a quiet day the gardeners are around on Wednesday. I'm not sure if I found any- thing of value to your research, but perhaps it will at least be interesting. See you then. 1 Martha Harmon 44 Riverside Lane Ellsworth, ME 04605 Date: Sun, 31 Aug 2008 05:00:40 -0700 From: eppster2@verizon.net Subject: Beatrix Farrand & R. Epp To: harmonmartha@hotmail.com Dear Marti, I hope your trip West was enjoyable! Since your departure I've been contacted by Judith Tankard who has sent me the relevant Farrand description of Oldfarm. I would like to meet with you the week of September 8th. I'm quite interested in the development of the Garland Farms archives and what developments are being planned. In arranging my appointments Tuesday (the 9th) looks best, the morning being preferable. I've got a stop in Searsport on the 8th to examine http://us.mc842.mail.yahoo.com/mc/showMessage?fid=Inbox&sort=date&order=down&st... 9/26/2008 Page 1 of 1 RE: Farrand & Dorr From "martha harmon" To Date Sun, 15 Feb 2009 15:35:05 +0000 Hi Ron, Yes, of course I will look at our correspondence files, but as you know, we have very few original letters. Your BFS newsletter article was very interesting - I do hope that you'll write another one. Spring can't come fast enough! It has continues to be a long winter for everyone. I'll be in touch in March, Marti > From: eppster2@myfairpoint.net > To: harmonmartha@hotmail.com > Subject: Farrand & Dorr > Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 13:14:00 -0500 > > Dear Martha, > > I hope that your Winter is unfolding well. I infer from your most recent email that you will not be returning to Ellsworth until March. > > When you resume your activities at Garland Farm, could you see whether the Farrand archives there have any correspondence from either Dr. Farrand or Beatrix dated August 30, 1944 to the Director of the NPS, Newton Drury. > > In reviewing notes that I took at the National Archives in March 2002, I came across a quote I took from a Drury letter to Beatrix asking to see her and Max to discuss a "fitting memorial for Mr. Dorr." Drury claims he is responding to Farrand's 8/30/44 letter where I have the quote that "Mr. Dorr spoke to me once or twice about certain arrangements he thought possible in case a memorial to him was discussed." > > My notes are deficient since I can't decipher whether it is Farrand speaking to Drury or the other way around. Regardless, this evidence of Farrand's involvement in the Dorr memorial was unintentionally omitted by me from my recent piece for the BFSNews and I'd like to settle the issue of Farrand involvement in the Dorr memorial, if your resources can be helpful on this matter--or you know of another ms. source. > > Hope to see you this Spring. > > > Ron > > Ronald H. Epp, Ph.D. > 47 Pondview Drive > Merrimack, NH 03054 > (603) 424-6149 > eppster2@myfairpoint.net Windows Live™: E-mail. Chat. Share. Get more ways to connect. Check it out. https://webmail.myfairpoint.net/hwebmail/mail/message.php?index=142 2/15/2009 NARA 3/12/02 Archues II 6 RC (79/150/32/8/5-6) Entry 7: Catral Clan. Ma.,VPS Academ Box 791, File 201-006 helta. f Newton B Drury, Director, NPS 9/2/44 to Beatrive Farrand Reef Pirst, Bt Wait to see her + Dr. Farrant to discuss a "fitting memorial for Mr.Darr Regrets that is tearly calta do it now. He's respond to Farrandi retert 8/30/44 "Nr Dorr spoke to me once S2 tar as @ certain announces he thought possible in are a removal to him was discussed." Day A / the r x [1947] I went up early to Barberry Ledge the last week of May and spent the first three weeks alone enjoying my dear place. After that I had a succession of four lovely guests with many a gay time, the last one being Mrs. John Gilpin who left me the 5th of October wishing to be taken over to the Bridge by six o'clock in the morning to meet a car there to go to her home. We set the alarm clocks at five o'clock and stepped out on the terrace together at 5:33 as the first rays of the red sun struck through the pines and the brilliant flamed-colored autumn leaves. We rode to the Bridge with the fields covered with white frost and as Mrs. Gilpin had never seen the color before, it was a beautiful and exciting drive. She left me at six o'clock, and what was I to do at that glo- rious time in the morning? I made for the mountain road and at a few minutes past six found myself on the top of Cadillac Mountain with the whole world before me, shared by three leaping deer tak- ing their early morning exercise. After this glorious morning, hot summer weather came to us and day after day it was breathless and I didn't en joy the beauty of the coloring as much as usual for it needed the cold, bracing air of the autumn, and I thought how thankful I am that we don't have these flame-colored leaves all the time, for three hot weeks passed without rain. Then one day we heard the three ominous blows on the fire whistle, which meant for all men to help with a forest fire. I - 2 - learned it was back of Mr. Shea's farm, near the Emery District. Later I met Mr. Shea in the village and asked him if he was anxious about his farm. He replied, "Oh no, it is not timber, only blue- berry fields that we burn over anyway, but we would not have done it quite so early.' I said, "Then I don't have to worry about you, Mr. Shea. If On Monday, the 20th, in the early part of the morning, the three heavy blows were repeated again and again and a strange period of anxiety began to come over one. However, nothing really happened that day and Tuesday morning I called up Mrs. Wood and asked if she and Miss Clarke-Smith would like to take a drive with me. They refused as they had another engagement, but at twelve o'clock Miss Clarke-Smith called up and said she would like to go, so about two o'clock I started for Northeast. Going over the mountain road our beautiful Eagle Lake Valley was filled with smoke, coming in a northwest direction from the country back of Salisbury Cove. The townspeople had said that morning that the fire had started on the "Crooked Road" near the beautiful swamp where an old man kept pigs in a shanty. He boasted he had fur- nished his shanty with things from the dump-heap. (Perhaps a pig is not as picturesque as the "Chicago cow".) After picking up Miss Clarke-Smith, we started toward Town Hill and made an entire circuit of the fire, stopping to speak to men who guarded each road, at one place seeing the flames them- selves devour the side of a hill with great rapidity. All the men were quite frank, and said: "We cannot stop this fire. We are trying to guide it to Eagle Lake. We will have water there - 3 - and may be able to arrest it. If not, it will go to the ocean. ff As my house was on the south side of Great Hill, it would mean that I would be the first to have a forest fire reach me, if it continued in that direction. After taking Miss Clarke-Smith back over the mountain road (as the Eagle Lake Road was entirely closed), I returned by myself the same way. Never will I forget the view as I reached the high point on the mountain road that looks toward the sunset at Blue Hill. A red sun was disappearing over the horizon, sending. up long brilliant red streamers over a heavy purple cloud. Just over my head was an enormous mass of purple, pink, orange, black and grey smoke, brilliant in the light of the setting sun - a whirling mass, funnel-shaped, driven by a strong northwest wind - and be- yong this whirling mass, a glimpse of the peaceful background of the mainland, with the bay and the mountains like an Italian primi- tive painting. - the strong wind blowing this great circular mass in a southwesterly direction with great speed. McFarland's Hill and Great Hill were between my house and the fire, which meant about five or six miles. On reaching home I left my car at the front door where it stayed day and night for the next three days. I started to read, but after a few minutes all lights went out everywhere in the town, and the idea of sitting alone all evening in the dark was not pleasant. I had promised that evening to play bridge with the Bar Harbor village ladies, and called up about six o'clock as to what they were going to do? Nothing daunted, they said they had some lamps and if I had candles? They'd let me know later. Would - 4 - I come? I couldn't be outdone by those brave and cheerful ladies, and said yes, if they got me on the telephone again. But if the telephone was cut off and I didn't hear from them, I wouldn't come. At seven o'clock there was a ring and Mrs. Shira said: "We're going to do it. " So I changed my dress, jumped into my car and drove to the village in complete darkness. There were four tables of us and not very good bridge, but Mrs. Shire and I came up third. I was glad to get out in the night air, for the last part of the time I began to be a bit restless. I took two ladies home and drove up Eagle Lake Road to where I turned right for Clefstone, which was guarded by several men. I stopped and said, "Where's the fire?" They said: "Half a mile along Eagle Lake Road. If I said, "My house is the only one occupied around here and we are three women alone. Would anyone give us warning if the fire came any nearer?" The young man said, "I go off duty here very soon. I don't know if anyone takes my place or not." So I went home, had the car ready at the door, went to my room, lit two candles, packed my important desk things, folded my dresses in one bag, my shoes in another, made a package of precious photographs and carried one thing after another down to my car. I opened the door into the back hall but no one stirred. Finally I lit a tiny fire in my sitting room and said goodbye to my adored things. Again the ominous sound of the three blows from the firehouse, and I knew that Bar Harbor was threatened. I got in my car and drove to the corner of Eagle Lake again - 5 - (three o'clock at night) No one was there. I waited until a jeep, filled with young men coming from the fire, came along and I blew my horn. They swung around to speak to me. I again said: "My house is there in the wood and shall I wake the other women and be ready to leave? Will anyone give us warning?" One of the young men replied, cheerfully, that the equipment would come down first and I would hear that - and he didn't think the fire would reach me until about noon the next day. I returned home. The smoke by this time was becoming like a wall built from tree to tree around the house. I drove the car down the driveway to the gardener's cottage and went up to the second floor where I found little Mr. and Mrs. Nolan frightened to death and not knowing what to do. I said, "Pack at once!" And poor little Ethel packed while Nolan and I carried the things down to the car. I shall never forget the sad but amusing episode of Ethel's trying to tie three round hat-boxes, one on top of the other, each containing a ten-year-old hat - tieing a string around them with her trembling fingers with great care, and the minute I picked them up, of course each of the three band-boxes took a vigorous bounce to various corners of the room. When my car was fairly full I told her to keep on packing and I would return for more. The great question of what to do was still in my mind - where would the things be safe? An inspiration came to me to take them to Mrs. Max Farrand's garden house by the side of the ocean. I drove rapidly across the quiet town in the early light to find everything closed at Mrs. Farrand's, but on running to the gardener's cottage I saw through the window that - 6 - he was about to have an early breakfast. I said I was a great friend of Mrs. Farrand's and would he let me put some things in the garden house? He opened the door at once and we pushed in the ridiculous band-boxes and piles of clothing. I then hurried back to Barberry Ledge. The sun was just up, a fiery red ball through the heavy smoke. Poor little Mrs. Pritchard was up and dressed in the kit- chen and feeling that the last judgment had arrived. Two young men had been to the house on motorcycles while I was away and had left word to evacuate the house at once. I said, "Put your cloth- ing in your sheet, tie them up, make some coffee, and we'll leave at once, giving the same order to Elizabeth Davis. I took a cup of black coffee, saw that the packages were in the car, and I think it was seven o'clock when I looked out. A miracle had happened. We were saved! The wind had shifted, the air was sweet, the sky was blue, a bird sang to us, and a great beautiful white cloud had blown to the west. It was an unforgettable moment. We did not have to leave. An hour later Miss Harriet Ogden, hearing that I had been ordered evacuated, came up to offer help. I gave her a couple of boxes to save if my house went and a couple of boxes of odds and ends of Christmas presents for my grandchildren that were ready to express to New York. In the last week of that beautiful weather, my house was being painted for the first time in ten years and I had enjoyed having Mr. Sprague and the two other nice painters around the house. All three men suddenly arrived, looked at me so kindly, saying: "We can't do any work today. Is there anything we - 7 - can do to help you?" I knew that I must save my car to hold the four human beings for whom I was responsible, and if I began to pick and chose my treasures I might not be able to keep a firm hold on myself. I had already packed one box of my precious amber glass that I had carried in my own arms from London long ago. I always left it every summer in a special box, in a special place, and I said: "I can live without this glass, but I do love it, and perhaps you will take it for me to Mrs. Farrand's garden house. " I gave them one other box of small treasures and shall always be grateful for their help. I then took more things from Nolans' over to the garden house, for every man available was fighting fires, or saving their own places, and there was no one I could call upon. Nolan helped put in the things, but when I reached the garden house I pulled them out by myself, even the heavy sewing machine. The morning passed quietly. The heavy wind of Tuesday had died down and the village was like an encampment with 2,000 men from Dow Field at Bangor, fifty miles away. The parking place was filled with the grey army vehicles of every description. No one in the village was doing any work but there was never the slightest sign of any panic. I drove home and met Mr. Miller. He had cut down a very large tree for me the day before and had come to save his equipment. Ethel Nolan was bemoaning a trunk. That was too much for me. I asked Mr. Miller if he would take it, which he said he would in his truck. I went to the village to send more express packages off and to keep my car full of gas, which, unfortunately, I couldn't - 8 - get as the lights were out and the pumps weren't working. On returning home I found my dear Mr. Miller had not only taken Ethel's trunk but had come to the house and taken mine which had a few things in it, also Elizabeth's, who hastily emptied her bureau drawers in her before letting it go. That afternoon the word was still good. No wind had sprung up so I piled as many of my things in the car as I could, took Elizabeth and Mrs. Pritchard and her things, still tied in a sheet, and we went to the garden house and packed our respective trunks, mine being about three-quarters full. I then ordered the express man to call for it and I took the girls up the side of the mountain where I was allowed to go until stopped on the mountain road. I asked the guard how things were going and he said: "It's holding its own." I said: "Did you say it, or you, are holding your own?" And he said, with a good deal of emphasis: "I said it was." And we got one magnificent view of McFarland's Hill covered with smoke and flames. We had a quiet supper and having been up all the night before and there being no wina, I went to bed and slept. The early morning radio said the fire was no worse. There had been a beautiful quiet moonlight night. About 8:30 A.M. a very strong west wind started blowing the whole fire to Hull's Cove. I went to the village to inquire and found that they were ready to evacuate Hull's Cove and men with trucks were standing by. But they did not expect to do it until about two o'clock. I returned and had lunch. At two o'clock Mr. Lymburner, the electrician, came up, looked at me most kindly and said: "Is there - 9 - anything that I can do for you? I can give you more water power if you have hose." As we pump all our water I knew it was use- less. I said: "What is the latest news?" He said, "I have just heard that a strong northwest wind will come late this afternoon. If I said, "Then, Mr. Lymburner, my house will be the first to go," and he agreed. I said, "If you will take some of Mrs. Nolan's things over to the garden house I will be very grateful." I then packed a little new linen from the garret. Elizabeth said: "Would you like me to pack the china tea set?" And I said, "Yes, I really would. She packed it and we got it in the car, and I told them both to be ready and I would go down and get gas which I had not been able to get the day before. I got gas, oil, water and air for tires. I went to the ex- press office to see if my packages were going and my trunks. Mr. Graves said, "Yes, the man is collecting now and we expect to send everything by Eagle Lake Road which has been opened again after the fire swept across it." J said, "Then I will give you another, and crossed Cottage Street to get the package out of the car. As I reached for it I heard a roar, and down Cottage Street came dancing dry autumn leaves from every direction, then dust and dirt and then heavy smoke. Over Great Hill at the end of the street a steady fiery red light appeared. I pushed the package back, slammed the door, jumped in and drove back to Barberry Ledge as fast as I could. I was always afraid of motor accidents as jeeps with young men were rushing everywhere and, naturally, all of us were a bit shaky. I reached home, told the two girls to be ready, drove back down the driveway to the little cottage in time for the - 10 - second call for Mrs. Nolan. As the smoke was very thick again, the poor little creature was vaguely running from one precious thing to another and throwing all the old dresses she possessed over her arm. Finally I grabbed the dresses and said in a stern tone: "I am going, you can follow me." I reached the front of the cot- tage on the driveway and saw both side of the driveway blazing with fire. My car was facing the other direction. I dropped the clothes, jumped in the car, went to the main road to be able to turn and drove up through the flames, making the turn around, back to the front door with flames to the right of me, opposite the front door. Mrs. Pritchard was ready with her bags but crying in a pathetic tone that Elizabeth wouldn't come. I shouted, "Get in the car, and took one flying leap up the stairs to Elizabeth's room, saying "Come, leave everything! She had been dressing but by that time had put on her hat. She grabbed her bag and we both got in the car. By that time she saw the flames around us. I told Nolan to get in but the poor man shut the door and said, "I will walk down, If and he took his beloved little path through the woods from my house to his that he had travelled a dozen times a day through 32 years. I tried to grab him and force him in but he was beyond my reach, and I had to go down between the fire again. Poor little Mrs. Nolan had come out, grabbed her precious dresses again and was whimpering in the middle of the street. I stopped and she thrust all the poor old dresses in the car and I finally hauled her in the front seat. Then there was an awful moment! Where was Nolan? Did I have to go in the flaming woods to find him? If this were a novel Nolan should have stumbled on the way down and died - 11 - surrounded by flames on his lovely path. He loved me and prayed for me every night, but I think he loved the house best. At that moment the poor frightened man appeared and climbed into the car, just able to stand and get inside - and I left my perfece house, after 32 years of comfort and happiness, like Brunhilde, surrounded by fire. It was impossible to turn to the right, which was the short- est way out, as flames were on both sides of the main road, so I turned left, seeing one more patch of flames starting up my bank. Passing the McCormick house I stopped to shout, "Leave at once, my house is on fire. If At the corner of Eden Street the magnifi- cent fire-fighters from Dow Field were pulling out the big hose, attaching it to the hydrant, but the whole of Clefstone Hill must have been already well on its way to destruction, - Damrosch, Patterson, Morganthau, Rinehart, Ayer, Darling all going but Miss Mildred McCormick. I then drove through the deserted village, everyone trying to save a few things, blowing my horn to warn peo- - ple, and up the main road. At the athletic field two guards were already there waving me on. I turned in to Mrs. Browning's driveway around the back of her gardener's cottage where the poor Nolans got out with the great bundle of the famous clothes, and they cried goodbye to me. And I left them in charge of Mrs. Coswell, as I had arranged for them the day before in case of an emergency. Mrs. Coswell is a friend of Ethel Nolan's and a splendid person. I then turned out on the main highway and started through the gorge to I looked at my watch. It was just 4:10 P.M., Thursday afternoon, - 12 - October 23rd. The fiery red light was all along the top of Dorr Mountain and Cadillac, outlining their beautiful slopes. As I reached Other Creek the poor inhabitants were all com- ing down to the road to be picked up - women, babies and children. The line of cars was not too heavy yet, but one had to drive care- fully. When I reached the County Road and the hill overlooking Seal Harbor, a beautiful quiet red sunset was along the west, and our first breath of clear air revived us, and I saw the very last flicker of the red sun go down as I had seen the first glimmer on that beautiful morning from my terrace three weeks before. My one anxiety now was to reach the bridge before the fire caught me. I went by Asticon, turned right by Hadlock Pond toward Somersville, then to the right through Town Hill with a great vol- cano of smoke and fire on my right, but by now I knew I could make the bridge at last. Two men were guarding the bridge and I shouted goodbye to them. After I crossed I took the country road to the left so that I could go slowly without traffic through to Ellsworth. Looking back on the Island was a sight never to be forgotten. The whole impression of the Island was more like a great volcano pour- ing fire down upon us and heaving great volumes of smoke and flame up to the heavens. We drove in the dark to Bangor and there we stopped at a little restaurant and I took my car to a nearby garage as I couldn't manage a parking meter! We all three got a little supper. A staff officer of the "Bangor News", who had just returned from Hull's Cove, asked for my story and it was printed the next day. After a bite I drove to the house of the Misses Wing. I knew - 13 - they were in New York but I also knew their man would take care of us. After finding it in the pitch blackness, we discovered no one was home. Then I drove back to the garage. No one could have been nicer than Mr. Jordan, the man in charge. I left my car and the few possessions that I had saved in his care. I went around the corner to the hotel and asked for a room. There weren't any. Could we sit in the parlor, as we were leaving at seven the next morning? They said, "Certainly," and when we returned with our bags they had kindly found two rooms for us. At 10:30 I called up the Bangor News, to be told that shortly after I had escaped all roads from the Island had been closed by fire and that 4,000 people were waiting at the wharf to be avacu- ated by boat. After that there was certainly no sleep. And I was sitting up knitting on a little scrap of wool that was in my bag, when the telephone rang at twelve o'clock, and my boy from Coconut Grove, Florida, had found me. He had known nothing about the fire as he hadn't turned on the radio, but John Archbold had most kindly telephoned him from New York that he had just heard their house (next to mine) had gone, and so where was I? Donald called up my sister in New York. I had telephoned her at ten o'clock that I had reached Bangor safely and that I would be home by train the next day. Donald called up several Bangor hotels and finally found me. I had been thinking of him all day, as it was three years to the day that the U.S.S. Princeton had gone down off Leyte and he had had that great adventure - and now I had had mine. Environmental Design Archives University of California Perceley 2552 Collection Project/Folder I.ll En hanbor fine, slipping 1947