Ski history is topic at annual meeting

Ski history is topic at annual meeting

An illustrated talk on the history of skiing in the Catskills will be presented Sunday, Oct. 26 at the Historical Society of the Town of Middletown’s annual meeting and luncheon.

This closing event of the 2014 season begins at noon at the HSM hall, 778 Cemetery Road, Margaretville.

New York’s first chairlift, Belleayre Mountain

Admission is $15 and reservations are required for the luncheon of ham and scalloped potatoes. Call 607-326-4817 by Oct. 20 to reserve your seat.
George Quinn is the author of two books, The Catskills: A Winter Sports Guide (Purple Mountain Press), and Skiing In The Catskill Region (2013 Arcadia Publishing). The latter is a pictorial history of the first 100 years of skiing in the Catskills. A special section of the book covers many ski areas that no longer exist.

The books will be available for purchase at the HSM luncheon.
Quinn moved with his family to Woodstock in the mid- 1950s and took to skiing immediately since his father ran a retail concession at Belleayre Mountain Ski Center. At home he enjoyed skiing the small, woody hills around the family house. This gradually took to a life-long obsession with cross country and back country skiing and winter hiking.

Quinn is still involved in the retail ski business at Plattekill Mountain and he continues to explore old trails and woods on skis, photographing and writing about his experiences.

Remembering Arena: 60 years gone

Remembering Arena: 60 years gone

An illustrated talk on the construction of the Pepacton Reservoir and its impact on displaced communities, particularly Arena, will be presented Sunday, Sept. 14 at 1 p.m. at the Historical Society of the Town of Middletown (HSM), 778 Cemetery Road, Margaretville.

Admission is $2 for HSM members, $4 for non-members.

Diane Galusha, author of Liquid Assets, A History of New York City’s Water System, will deliver the program titled “Remembering Arena: 60 Years Gone.” She will explain the City’s 20th-century search for reliable sources of water, the damming of the East Branch of the Delaware River to create the largest reservoir in the City’s supply, and the repercussions to 1,000 people in four communities who were forced to leave their homes, farms, and businesses.

The James Martin house is moved from Arena to higher ground in Dunraven.

Special focus will be given to the lost hamlet of Arena in the Town of Middletown. Photos of most of the buildings in the hamlet, many taken by Catskill Mountain News photographer Al Weiss, will be shown. Other communities claimed for the 21-mile-long reservoir were Shavertown and Union Grove in the Town of Andes, and Pepacton in the Town of Colchester. Those with photos and/or memories of these communities, or of reservoir construction, are encouraged to share them.

The speaker is President of HSM, a former journalist and editor of the Catskill Mountain News, 1989-96. She is employed at the Catskill Watershed Corporation.

In addition to Liquid Assets (1999), she has written several other books of local and regional history, including Another Day, Another Dollar, The Civilian Conservation Corps in the Catskills (2008); Through a Woman’s Eye: Pioneering Photographers of Rural Upstate (1991), When Cauliflower was King (2004), and As the River Runs, A History of Halcottville, NY (1990).

Animals on the Farm display at Cauliflower Fest

Animals on the Farm display at Cauliflower Fest

Photos and stories of Animals on the Farm will be the featured exhibit in the History Tent at the Cauliflower Festival this Saturday, Sept. 27 from 10 to 4 in Margaretville Village Park.

Find out about Olive, a handicapped Hereford on the Bouton farm in Halcott; the obstinate churn dog remembered by John Burroughs who grew up on a Roxbury farm; and the disastrous consequences that befell Mike Todd of Dry Brook when he tickled the belly of an ox.

Photos of prized dairy cows, handsome work horses and much-loved cow dogs, barn cats, chickens and even a pet bobcat will be displayed.

A calf and a lamb, born this summer on Chris and Judy DiBenedetto’s farm in Halcott will greet visitors at the History Tent, sponsored by the Historical Society of the Town of Middletown. HSM will also mount its annual exhibit on the cauliflower industry, which flourished in the Catskills from the 1890s through about 1950, and continued on some large truck farms through the 1990s.

The eagerly anticipated DVD of the Third Annual Living History Cemetery Tour, held in June at Sanford Cemetery, Dunraven, will be available for sale. The video of the one-hour tour, featuring nine area players portraying people from Middletown’s past, was professionally produced by videographer Jessica Vecchione.

A sales table of beautiful glassware and other items will help raise funds for HSM.

Several regional history books will be available for purchase, including “When Cauliflower Was King in the Catskills.”

The Festival is sponsored by the Central Catskills Chamber of Commerce and area businesses.

Mamie Townsend and calf on the family’s Bragg Hollow, Halcottsville farm.

Honey Hill, revisited

Honey Hill, revisited

Such a sweet name, but a place that came to signify hell on earth for hundreds of men who clashed there on November 30, 1864 just inland from the coast of South Carolina. The 144th Regiment from Delaware County was there. In the thick of it was Co. G, largely made up of Middletown volunteers. At the end of the day, Co. G casualties included James Craft, Daniel Myers and James Elliott who were killed, and Silas Blish, Anthony Brown, Sidney Dury, Joseph Fuller, D. W. Gavett, William Hubbell, Albert Hulstead, James Myers, Dewitt Philips and James Weighly among the wounded. 

A tamer version of this battle was reenacted at the Delaware County Historical Association in Delhi July 26, when the newly established 144th NY Regiment of living history portrayers, along with several other units, ‘fought’ a line of Confederate reenactors in an attempt to take control of the Charleston and Savannah Railroad in support of Gen. William T. Sherman’s March to the Sea. Fog, bad maps and stubborn southern fighters spelled defeat for the Union forces back in 1864. The outcome was the same in 2014.

Cheers to Capt. Brian Cornell, who has organized this band of 144th reenactors to pay tribute to Delaware County’s role in the Civil War. The group will travel to South Carolina in November to participate in another reenactment of Honey Hill at its 150th anniversary. To learn more info@144thnewyork.com, or visit www.144thnewyork.com.

 

Among the reenactors who came to Delhi were four members of the Skinner family who live at Ridgeland, SC, near what used to be known as Honey Hill. Two of them camped on the Union side for the reenactment; two on the Confederate side, reflecting the split among their ancestors who fought on opposite sides during the war.

Also participating were several men representing the 54th Masasachusetts, a regiment of black men who fought beside the 144th at Honey Hill and were later massacred at Fort Wagner, the battle brought to life in the movie “Glory.”

The 144th was raised in September of 1862. Its casualties at Honey Hill two years later were 108, including Lieut. James W. Mack, the only commissioned officer of the 144th killed in action. Total Union casualties that day were 89 men killed, 629 wounded, and 28 missing. The Confederates, under Col. Charles Colcock, sustained much lighter losses: eight killed and 39 wounded.

Fighting at Deveaux Neck, SC on Dec. 9, 1864 left 37 men of the 144th killed, wounded and missing. In February of 1865, 44 men of the regiment were killed, wounded or declared missing at James Island. The regiment was mustered out June 25, 1865.

Middletown lost 13 men of Co. G to wounds or sickness during the course of the war: Capt. William H. Stone, James A. Baker, Aaron Close, James Craft, Cornelius Delameter, James C. Elliott, Daniel W. Gavette, Jacob Haner, Daniel Henderson, Jerome Morse, Daniel Myers, John F. Smith and James Y. Thompson.

HONEY HILL PHOTO GALLERY
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Sing it like you mean it

Sing it like you mean it

By Trish Adams
First published in the Catskill Mountain News

If your ancestors include Boutons, Faulkners, Scudders, Hewitts, Hinkleys, Hubbells, Blishes, Kellys, Dimmicks, Millers, Davises, or Greens, it’s likely that you are part of the founding stock of one of the hardiest, hard-core sects of Baptists in this country, dating back to the days before the Civil War.

Ben Bath, an ethno-musicologist, gave us an insider’s view of the founding of the Old School “Primitive” Baptists, as well as the music that got them (and us) on our feet, in a fascinating presentation at the Middletown Historical Society this past Sunday (June 8). Elder Hubbell could not make it, but perhaps he was toe-tapping from above.

What’s an ethno-musicologist? It’s someone who loves to study the intersection of a group or culture and its music, to see how the music reveals their values, beliefs and experiences. A musicologist believes that what people sang or played helps us understand how they lived.

The 1886 Halcottsville OSB Church

How our faith practice began

The Protestant faith now has numberless denominations, but the roots of Protestantism in the 1500s is truly “Protest” — back then it was against Rome and the Pope, against heirarchies and church corruption, against any barrier between the worshipper and God. All across Europe, but especially in England, wars were fought, blood was shed and clandestine sects were formed as people sought a way to worship outside the Catholic and state-established churches.

Many of the Scots-Irish settlers in our area were such “pilgrims,” seeking a place to worship their own way: strict, yes, but also egalitarian, without arcane structures, or paid ministers — a faith that did not “solicit” or “convert” but wanted only true believers. Like many early Protestant faiths, our original Baptists frowned on “music,” which to them meant instruments. Singing psalms from the Bible, or other “hymns” in unison together, was still part of worship.

Have you ever been to a service — or a concert — where a leader wanted you to sing with them, so they shout out the words first, and then you sing them? This is a long standing church tradition called “Lines Out” or “Lining.” This began in earlier days because some church members could not read. So the song leaders or ministers would call out the words, so everyone could sing to the tune chosen for that hymn.

In Old School Baptist and some other older Protestant sects, this tradition still stands firm. It also remains part of the ritual of folk and other indigineous music concerts. Some early Protestant faiths believed only actual words from the Bible (the Psalms) should be sung; hymns were the religious words, regardless of tunes, and “tune books” were ones that included notes to sing.

The Scots-Irish — who were a large part of the founders in our area — were also a seminal force in the Revolutionary War: some 5,000 of them signed up in this country for the sole purpose of defeating the British in the cause of religious freedom. They fought to ensure that America would be one place free of state religions forever.

Our area was one of two major “homes” to the “Primitive” Baptist movement (along with key areas in the South), in large part because of Gilbert Beebe, its most inspirational preacher, who founded churches in this area in the 1830s. Beebe was to Primitive Baptists what John Wesley was to Methodists. When his own sect became too liberal for him, Beebe split the Baptists again fifty years later in 1884, forming the “Absoluters” or “Hard Shell” Baptists. Along with certain places in North Carolina, Old School Baptists have no firmer or longer foundation that they do, right here, in the heart of our valleys.

There are not many OSB churches left: mostly here, Maine and spots in the South; that tells us that isolation from larger cultural forces helps maintain this “primitive” Baptist tradition. Also that cultures that are naturally “stoic,” and fatalistic might be a more likely home to such a breed of Baptist. Especially a century or so ago, if you sang a hymn, saying you might not see your neighbor next week, you truly knew that could come to pass. A random horse kick, pneumonia, a fire… just look at the front page of this paper any given week from 1902 onwards. Old School Baptists knew whereof of they sang.

The restored Vega OSB Church, now a performance hall owned by the Roxbury Arts Group

The Old School doctrine found a perfect home here; all of God’s beauty, surrounded by all of God’s hardship. It took a true believer and, it helped that everything God had designed for you was pre-destined: you could be saved, but you understood that everyone was tainted with sin, and you might be damned. Whatever befell you, was part of God’s plan.

And so your ancestors harnessed the buggy, or went on foot, every Sunday, to these cold, spare, elegant houses of worship once a week, stood in unison and sang together, man and wife, men and women together. In many religious establishments around the world, that was still a radical idea. But these were men and women who toiled together and stood before “God” every day in their fields, farms and homes. They lived their religion, and the songs they sang every Sunday bore testament to all they knew of this world, and the next.