In Memoriam
Agustas Peterle, 93, died Friday, June 23,2010. Gus had returned to Stonington in 2008 from his longtime home in West Wardsboro, Vt.
He was born Gustav Peterla Jr. on Nov. 28, 1916 in Amesbury, where he grew up and graduated high school.
He worked in the CCC's in Vermont and the Amesbury Hat Factory.
During World War II from 1941 to 1945 he served as a propeller mechanic for the 3030th AAF Base in North Africa, Sicily, China, Burma and India, reaching the rank of Staff Sergeant.
Gus loved the outdoors.and fishing, was an old hutman with the Appalachian Mt. Club and was dubbed the "Amesbury fish" in high school for his mastery of the mile ocean swimming race.
Polly McLane Lit, 92, died peacefully with family members at her side on April 30, 2010 at RiverMead Retirement Community in Peterborough, NH.
Polly was born Mary Andrews Smith in Braintree, MA on October 25, 1917, the daughter of Ralph and Margaret Smith. She graduated from Thayer Academy in 1934 and Phi Beta Kappa from Wellesley College in 1938, then taught school in Mississippi before returning to a legal secretary job at Hale & Dorr in Boston. New Hampshire became her home when she spent the WWII years as secretary to Joe Dodge at the Appalachian Mountain Club in Pinkham Notch, at the foot of Mt. Washington. Polly loved that experience, and it was there that she met Peter McLane.
Polly next worked as secretary to the headmaster at Holderness School, and she and Peter were married in the school chapel there in 1946.
Polly and Peter lived in Sugar Hill and Manchester, where they raised their four sons. She returned to work as Executive Assistant to the Director at the Youth Development Center, then at UNH's Merrimack Valley Branch, and finally, into her 70's, at the Webster House for Children, all in Manchester. After Peter McLane died in 1970, Polly developed an interest in watercolor painting and stained glass work, and was able to travel several times with Elderhostel groups.
In 1991, Polly married David Lit, and lived with him in Washington, D.C. and Campton, NH before moving to RiverMead in Peterborough in 1996. In their short time together they enjoyed many trips, Polly's favorite being an around-the-world journey on a ship with Semester-at-Sea. David Lit died in 1996, and Polly spent her remaining years with the wonderful, caring community at RiverMead.
Polly is survived by her sons Andy, Bruce, Douglas and their families, plus eight grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. They were all inspired by her devotion to her family.
Dr. Ricardo Presnell, 51, died in a Utah avalanche on Wednesday Jan. 27, 2010. Ricardo's loving wife of 21 years, Caroline Kroko, brother Craig, and his family of friends from around the world know that he was living life big and doing what he loved. Ricardo was a man who brought people together: a man of great passion, compassion and boundless love.
Ricardo Presnell was a world-renowned Economic Geologist with over twenty-five years of experience in mineral exploration. A native of Massachusetts, Presnell went to Middlebury College, earned a master's degree at the University of Michigan and went to the University of Utah for a doctorate degree. He was a Councilor for the Society of Economic Geologist (SEG), and the Society of Applied Geologists (SGA), and an Associate Editor for Geosphere.
Ricardo's passing is a loss not only to his family and many friends but also to the mineral exploration community. He will not be forgotten.
In lieu of gifts, the family of Ricardo Presnell asks that donations be made to a scholarship fund for University of Utah minority students studying science. It was established by Full Metal Minerals, the company where Presnell was chief geologist. Send donations to:
The Dr. Ricardo Davis Presnell Memorial Scholarship Fund
Suite 1500-409 Granville Street
Vancouver, B.C., Canada, V6C1T2
Doug George, 57, died Thursday, Dec. 17, 2009, at his home in Dover, while in the company of his loving and devoted family. Doug succumbed after a challenging three-year battle with cancer.
Doug was born in Concord, the first child of Morton Minot George and Norma (Badger) George. He attended local schools, graduating from Concord High in 1970. Doug then attended Syracuse University and the University of New Hampshire, graduating from UNH in 1975 with a degree in resource management.
Doug is survived by his wife of 33 years, Caroline; their two sons, Matthew Robert and Andrew Edgerton; his mother and his three sisters.
As a child, Doug attended Camp Mowglis on Newfound Lake and became a lifelong member of the Appalachian Mountain Club. Doug was an assistant hut master and hut master at the AMC Greenleaf and Madison huts and manager of the AMC Tuckerman Ravine shelter.
On Oct. 16, 1976, Doug married Caroline Edgerton. As a family they traveled to many interesting destinations and enjoyed several cruises. Doug also enjoyed hiking, bicycle riding, skiing, cooking, fine wine, his restored MG sports car and the cabin.
While working as a Realtor for Hamel Real Estate in Chocora in 1977, Doug and Caroline built their first house. In 1979 they moved to Dover, and founded Conserve Associates, later renamed Doug George Homes. Doug built nearly 100 high-quality, energy-efficient homes, becoming recognized nationally and internationally as a leader in the movement to conserve energy in well-built homes. He was known to all who worked with him as a stickler for detail and quality. These homes will be a lasting memorial to Doug's ingenuity and attention to detail.
Alan Rimm-Kaufman, died from leukemia on Saturday July 18, 2009 at age 41. He is survived by his wife, and two children. Alan worked for the AMC for 4 years, at Pinkham, Galehead, Camp Dodge and Trail Crew.
Alan was born in 1968 in Boston, Massachusetts, to Essie and Norman Kaufman.
After growing up in Newton, Massachusetts, Alan graduated with a degree in Applied Mathematics from Yale University in 1991 and a Ph.D. in Operations Research from Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Sloan School of Management, in 1996.
Alan moved to Virginia in 1996, beginning with a job at Signet Bank in Richmond and then working as Vice President of Marketing at Crutchfield Corporation. Alan began his own company, the Rimm-Kaufman Group, in 2003 and served as President and CEO until his death. He was also a Visiting Professor in the Darden Graduate School of Business Administration and a Fellow at the Center for Management of Information Technology at the McIntire School of Commerce - University of Virginia.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to the Alan Rimm-Kaufman Legacy Fund, CBI Preschool, 301 East Jefferson Street, Charlottesville, VA, 22902. Donations may be made online at CBI Preschool’s website. We hope also that individuals will consider regular blood donations and will join the national bone marrow registry at www.marrow.org.
Carolyn “Cary” Girod, a 31-year-old Cambridge Mass resident and math teacher at Buckingham Browne & Nichols, died July 6, 2009 from injuries after being struck by a van while riding her bicycle down State Route 105 in Washington state. Prior to teaching at Buckingham Browne and Nichols, Girod taught mathematics and environmental science for two years at the Lawrenceville School in New Jersey. She received her bachelor's degree from the University of Chicago and her master's degree from the University of New Hampshire, where she worked for the Outward Bound program. Cary worked at Lakes in 1998, 1999 and 2000.
Henry "Pete" Harris, age 79 of Needham passed away on May 3, 2009 after a life long struggle with COPD, in his home in his sleep. He was employed by the US Postal service for thirty years and retired in 1992. Mr. Harris was born and raised in Winchester, MA and was a graduate of Kimball Union High School in New Hampshire. He continued his education for two more years at Nichols Collage in Dudley, MA before enlisting in the US Army where he spent two years in the Korean Campaign and was awarded the Purple Heart. Upon discharge Mr. Harris completed his Bachelor of Science degree in business administration from Boston University. Mr. Harris worked in the private sector before joining the Postal Service in the 1960’s.
Henry had a fond love for the North Woods and the mountains, that he, throughout his life, shared with family and friends. Henry, spent four summers working for the Appalachian Mountain Club, at Pinkham, Tuckermans and Madison. He was a lifelong member of the Appalachian Mountain Club. Henry spent most of his life summering on the Great East Lake in Maine/NH. He loved nothing more than being with his family on the lake. He water skied up until seventy years of age. Beside his wife Janet, he is survived by his brother Robert B. Harris of Dover, NH. Henry had six children, fifteen grandchildren and many nieces and nephews.
Charles Henry Rowan, of Boulder Colorado, passed away Saturday, April 18, 2009. Originaly from Fitchburh MA, he was 83. He is survived by his son, Mark Rowan, his daughter, Lori Hansen, both residing in Colorado, and three sisters. Chuck spent time in the White Mountains in the late 40s and then again in the early 50s. In September, 2005, he made it back for a last trip, traveling with Doug Hotchkiss, who lovingly took him under hand.
Chuck lived a colorful, adventurous and fabulous life, more than 50 years of it with his beloved wife, Suzanne, who passed in 2006. Their life together was like a fairytale - they were very much in love, constant companions and true adventurers. They traveled the world together, skiing, surfing, waterskiing, hiking, trekking, and dancing along the way. Chuck's last big trip was in August 2007 with his daughter. He skied for the last time in Portillo, Chile where Suzanne and he had skied more than a half century before, and he finally got to visit Easter Island, one of the last places on this earth he had not been.
Chuck's favorite places in the world were San Onofre, California (surfing), Alta, Utah (skiing), Lake Powell, Utah (waterskiing and exploring), and the White Mountains (hiking and being a hutsman). He is sorely missed but ah, what a life! We should all be so lucky!
William S. Ashbrook Jr. 'El Wacko', 87, died March 31, 2009 at his retirement community in Denver. He was born in Philadelphia, PA, January 28,1922 and graduated from the University of Pennsylvania and Harvard University with degrees in English literature. He worked at Pinkham in 1939, Lonesome in 1940, Carter in 1941, and Zealand in 1942 with his wife Florence “Kitten” where they spent their honeymoon after being driven to the trailhead by Dick Trefry. Joe Dodge nicknamed him “El Wacko” after some antics he staged while working at Pinkham. He enlisted in the army on October 5, 1942 and joined the 87th Mountain Infantry Regiment, eventually serving with the 87th Service Company. He took part in the amphibious invasion of Kiska Island in the Aleutians off the Alaskan mainland, and then returned to Camp Swift before being deployed to fight in Italy in January 1945. During combat operations in Italy, he received the Bronze Star.
He taught humanities at Stephens College, English literature at Indiana State University and was Professor of Opera at the Philadelphia College of Performing Arts before returning to Indiana State as Emeritus Professor. He became a word-class opera scholar and published three books on the subject, co-authored another, and was a contributor and editor of academic journals. He also translated operas from French and Italian. A fitting climax to his prolific career was having an international conference in 2002 dedicated to him and his work.
He leaves his son Willy Ashbrook, III, a daughter Cia Wenzel, 5 grandchildren and 10 great grandchildren. Services were held at Parkplace for family and friends. Memorial donations may be made to Opera Colorado on line, or by mail at 695 South Colorado Blvd. Suite 20; Denver, CO 80246 or to the Metropolitan Opera Company.
Edward 'Moose' Damp was born July 21, 1921, in Pittsburgh, PA, and passed away on March 3, 2009 in Sarasota, FL. The second son of Albert and Elizabeth (O'Grady) Damp, he had two sisters and two brothers.
Ed graduated from Peabody High School in Pittsburgh, PA in 1939 and soon after set off on adventure trips to the White Mountains and Rocky Mountains. While hiking the Appalachian Trail, he and his hiking companion, Johnny Mayer, were camping in the vicinity of Madison hut one cold rainy night. The crew invited them inside to warm up, a chance encounter that ultimately led to a job offer from Joe Dodge. Ed worked at Pinkham Notch in the winter of '41, and stayed around through '43, working at Madison and as a donk skinner. It was during this time that he met Jean Newton, a college student from Rhode Island. While working in the huts, Ed acquired the nickname "Moose", a name that would stick with him the rest of his life. Moose enrolled in the University of Pittsburgh but left to serve in WWII. He served in the Army Air Corp’s 401st Bomb Group of the 8th Airforce as a navigator from '43 to '45, flying more than thirty bombing missions over Europe. His B-17 bomber “Noot” was shot down over Belgium, landing among friendly Canadian forces where by his own account he enjoyed himself before returning to England to finish the war. By war's end, he was decorated with the Flying Cross, Battle Stars and a Presidential Citation. Returning from Europe in '45, he and Noot (as Jean was called) were married, honeymooned at Pinkham, and lived in Washington DC until he was discharged.
Moose then took a position as a navigator for Trans World Airlines and the couple settled in Barrington, RI, close to Noot's parents. Moose flew overseas routes to Germany and later to the Far East. While not flying, Moose and Noot started a family, eventually having four sons, and one daughter. In 1956, he took his young family to live in Bombay, India, where they stayed for four years. During this time, he flew a route to Sri Lanka, Thailand, Philippines, and Japan, and took several vacations to Kashmir, Thailand, Sri Lanka, and Europe. Moose always claimed that people in Bangkok thought he was Yul Brynner. In Bombay, the family's first landlord was the Rushdie family, and young Salmon became the children's first friend.
Returning to RI, Moose decided he missed the mountains, so he moved his family to North Conway, NH in 1961, opening a German restaurant, the Edelweiss on the West Side Road while still continuing to fly part-time. Numerous OH were approached as potential investors. His culinary skills and hilarious antics with dining friends became legendary in the Valley. Where else could you ask to have a water glass refilled and be treated by Moose bursting from the kitchen in leather apron and cook's hat with a garden hose in hand? Flying for Seaboard World Airways as a navigator, he made 311 supply missions into Vietnam during the Vietnam War. In 1973 after many years in North Conway, his kids grown up, Moose and Noot moved north to Errol, NH, opening the Umbagog café-store there. After Noot passed away in 1981, Moose left the store and turned to managing the Mollidgewock campground at Thirteen Mile Woods north of Berlin. He married Giselle "Kitty" Sauvageau in 1990. Soon after, they moved to Sarasota, FL.
Moose is survived by a brother, Jim Damp of Pittsburgh, PA (Lakes), two sons; Jeff (Zealand, Greenleaf, Carter) and Jonathan (Madison, Carter, Mizpah, Zealand); eight grandchildren, and two great grandchildren. Jean (Newton) Damp who worked at Pinkham passed away in 1981; a daughter, Lucinda, died shortly after childbirth in about 1950; a son Eben (Lakes, Madison), died in 1994, and another son Andy (Lonesome, Carter, Madison, Zealand), twin brother of Jeff, passed away in 1995.
A private memorial service will be held this summer and memorial contributions can be made to the Appalachian Mountain Club, 5 Joy Street, Boston, MA, 02108
Dr. Herbert "Hub" Sise died peacefully on April 18, 2008 in the company of his children and his beloved care-giver. Born in Medford Mass in 1912, his mother was Eleanor Stanwood Sise and his father, Dr. Lincoln Fleetford Sise, was the Anesthesiologist for Dr. Frank Lahey, founder of the Lahey Clinic. Hub schooled at Phillips Exeter Academy, Harvard College, and Harvard Medical School. He married Marjory Gallison in 1940 and they were together 61 years. In 1942 he enlisted in the U.S. Navy and was stationed onboard an LST in the Pacific Theater. Upon return in 1946, he began practice in internal medicine and cardiology. He worked at the City Hospital and Mass Memorial Hospital, now the University Hospital. In 1975, he became the Chief of Medicine at the Brockton VA until retirement in 1985. Throughout his life, he was an outdoor enthusiast, working for Joe Dodge in the huts from 1931-1935. Skiing was his main passion, and he was a founding member of the Schussverein Ski Club in Bartlett, New Hampshire, along with his older brother Albert. He leaves his three children, five grandchildren, and two great-granddaughters.
Arthur "Art" Harris died January 6, 2008 in Vermont. He worked at Pinkham in the late '30s and early '40s and was a life member of the AMC.
Bob Trumbull (Greenleaf '44, Lakes '45) died in New Haven on September 21, 2007. Bob was a Harvard graduate ('52), salesman for Taylor Instrument Co. and, at his retirement, business manager in Yale's department of Comparative Medicine. He leaves his wife, Elizabeth, and a son, John.
Malcolm McLane, 83, died Saturday, Feb. 2, 2008, at his home at Kendal retirement community in Hanover, NH. Born Oct. 3, 1924, in Manchester, McLane served on the Concord City Council for 20 years and as mayor of Concord NH from 1970 to 1976. He ran for governor in 1972 as an independent in the general election. Inspired by his grandfather, Gov. John R. McLane, he devoted his career in public service to improving the quality of life in New Hampshire.
A 1942 graduate of St. Paul's School, McLane served as an officer in the Air Force in World War II. He flew 73 missions before he was shot down in a dogfight over Luxembourg during the Battle of the Bulge in December 1944. McLane spent the remainder of the war in Stalagluft I, a prisoner of war camp run by the German air force. The Germans abandoned the camp, which was liberated by Soviet forces May 1, 1945. McLane returned to New Hampshire a decorated war hero and spent the summer of 1945 recuperating at his family's home on Newfound Lake.
After the war, McLane graduated from Dartmouth with the Class of 1946. In 1948, he married Susan Neidlinger of Hanover and moved to Oxford, England, where he was a Rhodes scholar. McLane graduated from Harvard Law School in 1952. He then moved to Concord with his young family and began practicing law at Orr and Reno.
An avid skier with a lifelong devotion to the sport, McLane was captain of the Dartmouth College Ski Team and served as an international alpine ski official at the 1960 Olympics in Squaw Valley California and numerous World Cup competitions. He was inducted into the Ski Hall of Fame in Ishpeming, Mich. In 1957, he joined Mack Beal and Olympic skiers George Macomber and Brooks Dodge in founding Wildcat Mountain Ski Area in Pinkham Notch. McLane served on the board for 30 years and as president of Wildcat.
Mal worked at Greenleaf hut in the 1946 season and held one of the fastest packing records on the Bridle Path.
Henry Bradford Washburn Jr. (June 7, 1910 - January 10, 2007) was an explorer, mountaineer, photographer, and cartographer extraordinaire. He was the director of the Boston Museum of Science from 1939-1980, and was its Honorary Director (a lifetime appointment) from 1985 until his death.
He was an Honorary Member of the OHA and owned the Jackson, New Hampshire cabin above the OH Cabin now on the road called Washburn Way. He gave the OHA eighteen acres of his property in the late 1930's on which the present OH Cabin was built.
Prints of some of his more famous mountain photography are displayed at the Thayer Hall at the AMC's Highland Center. His association with the OHA and the AMC was a long one going back to his hosting a raucous OH reunion in 1959 on the top floor of the Museum of Science while it was being renovated. He was on the Board of Advisors of the AMC and several times told his famous Crapper Barrel story which will be printed in the summer 2007 Resuscitator.
Born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, he received an undergraduate degree from Harvard University. He returned to Harvard to earn a master's degree in geology and geography in 1960.
Washburn was noted for his exploits in four areas. First, he was one of the leading American mountaineers in the 1920s through the 1950s, putting up first ascents and new routes on many major Alaskan peaks (often with his wife, Barbara Washburn, one of the pioneers among female mountaineers). Second, he pioneered the use of aerial photography in the analysis of mountains and in planning mountaineering expeditions. His thousands of striking black-and-white photos, mostly of Alaskan peaks and glaciers, are known for their wealth of informative detail and their artistry. They are the reference standard for route photos of Alaskan climbs.
Third, he was responsible for some of the finest maps ever made of mountain regions; his map of Mount McKinley and his map of Mount Everest are perhaps the most notable, although his map of the Presidential Range in New Hampshire was closer to home. Fourth, and not least, his stewardship of the Boston Museum of Science made it into a first-class museum.
It is especially remarkable to note that some of these achievements - in particular the Everest map and subsequent further work on the elevation and geology of Everest - were carried out in his 70s and 80s.
Washburn gathered many awards over the course of his career, including nine honorary doctorates, the Centennial Award of the National Geographic Society (shared with his wife Barbara, the first woman to summit Mount McKinley), and the King Albert Medal of Merit.
He died of heart failure on January 10, 2007, at the age of 96, in a retirement home in Lexington, Massachusetts. In addition to his wife, he left a son, Edward H., and two daughters, Dorothy Dundas and Elizabeth Cabot.
Fred Stott died Friday 12/1/2006 at the Lahey Clinic in Burlington. He was 89. After retiring from a 31-year career as the secretary of Phillips Academy in Andover, Frederic A. Stott had new business cards printed. They were simple, bearing only his name, phone number, and one word: advocate. "Toward the end of his career in nonprofit development, my father hit on a word that captured what he aspired to and accomplished both professionally and personally," his son, Frederic "Sandy" of Concord wrote in remarks he prepared for his father's memorial service.
Mr. Stott, who in addition to devoting much of his lifetime to education advocacy was known for his fund-raising for politics and conservation and outdoor recreation. Born in Taylor Hall on the campus of Phillips Academy in 1917 to an English teacher and his wife, Mr. Stott was known as Phillips Academy's "native son." He graduated from the academy in 1936 and enrolled at Amherst College, from which he received a bachelor's degree in 1940.
Mr. Stott began teaching biology, US history, and civics at Governor Dummer Academy in South Byfield the same year, but by 1942 had decided the classroom was not his calling, said his son, Sandy.
In 1942 he enlisted in the Marines and was commissioned as a second lieutenant. He saw action in the invasions of Roi-Namur, Saipan, Tinian, and Iwo Jima. He was wounded at Saipan and in 1945 suffered a shrapnel injury to his leg at Iwo Jima, at which time he was discharged as a captain. Mr. Stott was awarded two Purple Hearts, a Bronze Star, and a Navy Cross.
He returned from the Pacific Theater a changed, more self-assured man, his son said. "World War II had a profound effect on him. He and five other [former Marines] got together and thought they wanted to discover a way to serve the country in peacetime." Together they began to work for a political action committee in Los Angeles. While in California, Mr. Stott proposed via long distance to Georganne "Nan" Soutar, a schoolmate of a sister attending Smith College whom he had met after returning from the war. The couple were married in 1946 . They returned to Massachusetts in 1950 when Mr. Stott accepted a position as secretary at Phillips.
His primary responsibilities were alumni relations and fund-raising, said David Chase of Andover, a friend and spokesman for Phillips Academy. "He was extraordinarily good in all those areas," Chase said. "In fact in the late 1950s he ran a capital campaign that brought in more than $6 million, then a record for a prep school."
Mr. Stott's wife shared his love for the outdoors and in 1965 the couple took a 38-day trip to Mount Everest and climbed the neighboring, 19,000-foot peak of Mount Pumori.
Mr. Stott retired in 1981, the year his wife, Nan, died of cancer. He married Susan Garth (Comstock), an employee of the Phillips Academy he met through a mutual friend, his son said.
In addition to his son and wife, Mr. Stott leaves another son, Peter C. of Alexandria, N.H.; two daughters, Sandra Comstock of London, Ontario, and Anne Thiam of Miami, Fla; and seven grandchildren.
Memorial gifts can be made to the "Fred Stott Endowment Fund - AMC" and sent to Clare O'Connell at 5 Joy Street Boston, MA 02108.
Sam Goodhue, of Bartlett, died peacefully in his sleep at his home on August 17, 2006. He was 84. He died early in the morning and that day the morning weather show on WMWV, which Sam always listened to, rated the day a "50 center." Sam would have gotten a kick out of that.
A New Hampshire native, Sam grew up in Nashua. He was from old Yankee stock and would proudly say “My ancestors weren’t on the Mayflower but they came over on the very next boat.” He was a direct descendant of many of Salem’s sea captains.
Sam served in the U.S. Army during WWII. He fought in the Battle of the Bulge with the 84th Infantry Division. He was wounded in combat and was awarded the Purple Heart, the Bronze Star and the Combat Infantryman’s Badge along with several campaign and service medals.
After the war, Sam spent some time skiing in Aspen, Colo. He returned to New Hampshire to finish his college education at UNH where he earned a degree in mechanical engineering. Sam was employed at the Foxboro Company in Foxboro, Mass., for more than 30 years.
It was during his college days that Sam ventured north to Pinkham Notch, and there he came to the attention of Joe Dodge, manager of the AMC hut system. Joe always had an eye out to recruit able-bodied young guys willing to work. The post war years saw more and more people using the huts and the national forest. There was plenty of work to do.
Sam was able and willing and this began a long and productive association for him with the mountains and many organizations and individuals who were benefited by his mechanical ability, resourcefulness, organizational skills and leadership.
He served the AMC as counselor of both huts and trails. He was involved with the Mountain Leadership School for more than 25 years. He was a member of the Mount Washington Volunteer ski patrol and was instrumental in the construction of Mizpha hut. Sam also explored the western mountains and enjoyed heli-skiing and mountaineering in the Selkirk range of British Columbia, where he made many climbing trips with his good friend and fellow old hutman Bill Putnam.
A licensed ham radio operator, Sam applied his skills to help with the Civil Defense preparedness in his community and worked tirelessly to improve communications from Pinkham Notch into Tuckerman’s Ravine.
In 1957 Sam bought the Old Hatch Farm on Thorn Hill Road from fellow O.H. Bruce Sloat. Sam recalled “the place was so run down I paid for it by the cord.”
Over the years Sam fixed it up in good shape and it became a base of operations for his mountain adventures. In the 1980s Sam retired from Foxboro and moved permanently to Bartlett.
Sam was, over the years, a member of the AMC, the American Alpine Club, the Old Hutman’s Association, the Trail Crew Association, the Mount Washington Observatory, the Lowell Observatory, the Mount Washington Old Car Club, the Coon Range, and the Marine Society at Salem, a skier, mountaineer, radio operator, builder, trail worker, engineer, and old hutman - a man of keen intelligence and sharp wit.
With Sam’s passing we lose another member of the “Greatest Generation.” His contributions were many and he will be missed by all who were lucky enough to be his friends.
Phil Costello, Founder and Director of Project U.S.E. lost his year and half long battle with bone cancer on December 11, 2005. Phil was 64. A former marine, Phil became a teacher at Trenton NJ high school in the 1960's, working with kids everyone else had given up on. During those early years he spend his summers helping to build Hurricane Island Outward Bound, becoming one of their first Instructors.
Returning to Trenton, Phil helped found Action Bound, an outdoor education program for inner city youth. Action Bound would go on to be the catalyst for founding Project U.S.E in 1970. In later years, Phil went on to found Baltimore Island Outward Bound and be part of a small group of people that founded A.E.E. (The Association of Experiential Education).
As mentor to many people in the field of experiential education Phil was instrumental to helping numerous programs throughout the country get their start. As a member of numerous educational associations around the state of New Jersey, he was a vocal advocate for environmental and experiential education.
Bertram "Swoop" Goodwin, 93, a retired lieutenant colonel in the U.S. Army and later industrial engineer with the Post Office, died Friday, Nov. 11, 2005, at the Hunt Community in Nashua, NH. Col. Goodwin was born and lived in Marblehead, Mass., at Doaks Lane until going into the Army. He was the son of the late Frank W. Goodwin II and Mary (Doherty) Goodwin. A graduate of Northeastern University, he enlisted in the Army in 1942. He was a part of the Lakes crew in 1941.
Arthur 'Skiwax' MacGregor of Concord NH died August 26, 2005 in Concord at age 93. He got his nickname from Joe Dodge when he worked at Pinkham, then Lakes and Galehead in the early 1930s. He was a graduate of Dartmouth with a masters from Yale and advanced work at Harvard. His father was Red Mac MacGregor,
the huts manager who hired Joe Dodge to work at Pinkham in the late 1920s.
William Hastings, Sr., 76, of Shelburne, NH, passed away on Tuesday, August 30, 2005 at the Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center in Lebanon, NH. He was born in Bethel, ME, on April 20, 1929, the son of William And Ruth (Cole) Hastings, and was raised in Bethel. After graduating from Gould Academy, he joined the US Marines and served for two years. He worked for the AMC and the Mount Washington Observatory prior to his career with the NH Fish and Game Department, where he served 32 years and retired with the rank of lieutenant. He later worked as a Park Ranger at Moose Brook State Park.
Ted Rooslund passed away in Connecticut in June 2005. Ted was 66. He worked at Pinkham in 1957 and owned a ship modeling business in Cromwell, CT. During his stint at Pinkham, he was a member of a five-man rescue team which successfully rescued a Mount Holoke student from Mt. Washington in November 1957.
Leah Deni passed away on December 22, 2004 at the age of 25. Leah worked at Lakes in the fall of 2001. Most recently, she had been a program director at the Urban Ecology Institute in Boston.
Alas, Jackson’s oldest living teenager died in October 2004.
I first knew Willie Harris some fifty years ago when we were both working for Joe Dodge at the AMC headquarters up in Pinkham Notch. Actually, I heard him before I knew him. Willie had a wooden station wagon, I think it was a 1948 Mercury, and he’d installed a loudspeaker behind the grill. The microphone was inside with the driver, and he’d offer admiring sentiments when he passed a pretty girl.
Later on, I learned that he was part of the biggest and most important operations in the history of warfare, the Normandy invasion in World War II. I said that it must have been pretty grim, and Willie said, “Yes, my unit suffered almost sixty percent casualties..." I interrupted him, I said, Oh God, that must have been terrible! Then he continued, “…and that was before we left England.”
Willie was in the military police and they all had Harley Davidson motorcycles. They were training in England for many months before D-day and after supper they liked to take their Harleys and go ripping through the narrow twisting lanes of the countryside. The best part of the fun was the blackout rule that prohibited the use of headlights.
Willie went ashore in Normandy on D-day plus four, and in the months to come one of his regular duties was guarding German prisoners. They’d go out on work details and he knew that there was no great danger of escape because the German soldiers were far better off getting three squares a day with the Americans than they’d be with their own army or left to their own devices outside the wire. He knew he was right about this, because one day when he was on guard duty he improved the time with an afternoon nap and the German soldiers woke him up and reminded him that it was time for him to take them back to the prison camp.
Willie’s early life was spent where a big snowstorm was a few inches of short-lived cover, but winter caught his eye anyway and after the war he came to Jackson and got a job on the ski patrol at Black Mountain in Jackson. Then he moved up the road to Pinkham Notch, where he worked for Joe Dodge as his truck driver. This meant that he went to Berlin twice a week and did all the shopping for the AMC huts, then he boxed up the goods and dropped them off at the trails leading up the mountains.
Soon he moved higher still and got a job on the summit of Mount Washington. Channel 8 television had their transmitter up there and a two-man crew kept things running. One of them had to sit in a dim room all day and evening staring at a monitor and waiting for something to go wrong, an unsung hero of the infant television age.
Relief came one summer day when a forest fire started on one of the southern ridges of the Presidential Range, and several members of the summit crew were recruited to try to put it out. It would be a long and difficult day and everyone packed a hearty lunch to sustain him during the work ahead. When Willie opened his pack he discovered that he’d forgotten the food, all he’d put in was toothpaste. Nothing much bothered him, so that’s what he had for lunch.
It’s not easy for a tall lanky person like Willie to learn to ski when he’s already rather well advanced in years, but he beat the odds. In fact, he was the only one among the many good skiers I’ve known who did a royal christie. (The name didn’t come from any association with royalty, the move was invented by a man named Reuel.) It’s done by starting a turn and then leaning out over the inside ski and riding it through a long arc while trailing the outside ski high off the snow in back; it’s exactly the same as the surpassingly elegant maneuver that figure skaters call a spiral.
Jack Parr, the pioneering television host, owned Channel 8 for a while and he liked the personal touch. One of them was the live weather report that was spliced into the evening news by the summit crew, and everyone’s favorite was when Willie and Marty Engstrom were on duty. Indeed, their fame was so great that when people in Europe learned that I lived near Mount Washington, they’d ask if I ever saw the Willie and Marty show, and who ARE those guys?
The summit crew didn’t have a camera in the early days, so a photograph of the person doing that night’s report would be shown from the home station in Poland Springs while the man at the summit was heard on the audio feed. Willie gave the studio a picture of himself doing a royal christie, something that even a very good skier would only attempt on a gentle and well-packed slope. The picture showed nothing but Willie and snow, so he told the people in the Poland Springs studio to tilt the picture. This way, it looked as if he was doing his royal christie on a fearsomely steep slope. Partway through the weather report he’d pause to remind the viewers, as a sort of afterthought, that they’re seeing a picture of him going over the Lip in Tuckerman Ravine. Many viewers knew that the Lip is so steep and so scary that many good skiers never try it in a lifetime of ravine skiing.
Those night rides on the country lanes of England had sharpened Willie’s affection for motorcycles, and he always had one during his later years in Jackson. He knew that I was similarly afflicted, so we’d often talk about life and times on two wheels while we had breakfast in Yesterdays or Glen Junction.
Willie loved bright colors, and he managed to find an amazing number of things that were red and yellow, including his motorcycles. The last time I saw Willie he was already quite sick, he was VERY sick, but he didn’t say anything about that. Instead, he asked if I’d like to have his motorcycle. I told him that I didn’t think I could live up to the red and yellow color scheme, I wasn’t brave enough, so he’d better keep it. Privately, I was thinking that he’d like to know it was still out there in the driveway, that his motorcycle was ready to go
That’s my last memory of Willie, and it’s just like all the others, the kind, sweet-tempered, generous person that we all loved. What will we do without him?
Nicholas Howe is a writer from Jackson. E-mail him at nickhowe@ncia.net.
Charles "Ted" Bauer died June 28, 2004 at 85. Ted Bauer worked at Lakes in 1940-41. After the huts, he served as a naval aviator in WWII and then moved to Texas to cofound AIM Management Group which became the seventh largest mutual fund company in the world. He maintained a summer home in Rockport and became a generous contributor to Roxbury Latin, Harvard University and the University of Houston. Thanks to Ted's lead gift to the OHA portion of the AMC Capital Campaign, the OH raised over $2,600,000. He leaves his wife Ruth, a daughter, two sons and three grandchildren.
Susan Boothman Hawkins, 53, of Lost Nation NH died quietly at home Tuesday, January 20, 2004 after a long consuming fight with multiple myeloma. Husband Chris “Hawkeye” Hawkins was at her side. She leaves a daughter, two sons, two sisters, nieces, nephews grand nephews and a wide circle of devoted friends.
Susan was a Special Member with a long and deep connection with the huts. Her paternal grandfather John Boothman Sr., built Madison and Lakes and was the founder of the Randolph Mountain Club. Sue and Honorary Member Guy Gosselin co-authored the 1998 book Among the White Hills, the Life and Times of Guy Shorey which was a detailed photographic and biographical history of her maternal grandfather’s work. Several years ago, she and Guy were the speakers at a OH winter reunion.
Bill Belcher died January 18, 2004 in Conway, NH after battling prostate cancer for several years. He was one of a family of Belchers that worked for the Huts System. His father Charles Foochow Belcher was a Madison hutman who became the AMC's first Executive Director. Older brothers Charlie and Jeff worked in the huts. He had several sisters Betsey Macmillan and Joan Browne who worked at Pinkham and a brother David. He leaves sons Keith, Bradley and Andrew and a daughter Kimberly.
For many years, Bill checked on the OH cabin from his home in Madison, NH and handled the food purchase for the spring reunion. As a crew member at Lakes, he was a favorite subject of Kathleen Revis Judge, the National Geographic photographer who accompanied Justice William O. Douglas through the Huts System in the summer of 1960. He spent 25 years as a salesman for Prudential Insurance, enjoyed skiing and hiking and was vice president of the North Conway Model Railroad Club.
Florence 'Kitten' Ashbrook passed away on Sunday, December 14, 2003. She had been battling congestive heart failure and it finally got the best of her. Kitten was one of the first hutmen F. She and her husband, El Wacko (Bill Ashbrook), ran Zealand in the summer of 1942. Her brother, Stonewall diZerega worked at Lakes in the 40's, her sister, Lucy, was engaged to Ted Fuller of Lakes fame when he was killed in WW II, and son Willy worked in the huts from 1961 - 1967. Joe Dodge gave Florence the moniker 'Kitten' that stuck for the rest of her life.
Benjamin Ely cole, Jr., M.D., 83, died January 2002 at home under hospice care.
Dr. Cole was born in Bethlehem, PA. The son of Benjamin and Dorothy Cole, he married Jennifer Habian of New York City in 1944. He graduated from Taft School in 1936, Yale University in 1940 and Jefferson Medical School in 1944. He served two years with the Second Division USMC in the Pacific Theater and as a battalion surgeon during World War II. Dr. Cole lived and practiced obstetrics and gynecology from 1950-1980 in Pittsfield, MA. He served on the boards of Jacob's Pillow and Berkshire Country Day School. The Coles spent ten years in St. Thomas, USVI and retired to St. Augustine, FL in 1990. He was preceded in death by his daughter, Phoebe Cole Allen in 1977. Dr. Cole loved the mountains and enjoyed sailing and outdoor sports. He was an avid reader of American history, studied languages and was a livelong advocate of education.
Greg Prentiss passed away November 22, 2003. Greg was living in Lynn, MA. Greg worked at Lakes in 57, 58 and 59. I knew Greg as a friend neighbor in Gorham, NH. He taught at Berlin High, and I can remember being a guest speaker in his class when I was working at Pinkham. Greg loved to fish the Peabody. He worked for the USFS for many summers, heading up their Camp Dodge YCC program for several years. We hope his spirit rests easy among the White Mountains.
– Joel White
Nancy Locke passed away November 11, 2003. Originally from Newton Mass, she worked at Pinkham in the summer of 1949 and 1950. After graduating from Wheaton in 1954, she moved to California.
Barbara Lange Dupee, formerly of Weston and Falmouth died Feb. 9, 2003 at the age of 75. She worked at Pinkham Notch in the 1940's and was the sister of OH "Shorty" Lange. Born in Malden. She was the daughter of the late George A. and Mabel (Johnson) Lange and the wife of the late Norman "Ned" E. Dupee.
Donations in Mrs. Dupee's memory may be made to the Appalachian Mountain Club. At her request, her ashes will be scattered in the White Mountains this Spring.
Priscilla Emery Bissel 84, of Apopka FL and Jackson NH, passed away on Sept. 26, 2002, after a brief illness.
Born in Portsmouth, Mrs. Bissell was a graduate of the University of New Hampshire, Durham. Upon graduation, she was sworn in as the first female officer from New England in the newly formed Women’s Army Corps, and served with distinction through the end of World War II.
Shortly after her marriage to Lewis Prouty Bissell, the couple moved to Brewer, Maine, where she was active in civic affairs and volunteer activities. She was a member of the Girl Scouts of America for 76 years. She devoted much of her time to working with girls and young women, encouraging their growth as strong, independent individuals.
After her own daughters were grown, she returned to college, earning a master’s degree in library science from the University of Maine, Orono. From that time forward, Mrs. Bissell served as librarian at the university and in the Bangor, Maine, area schools.
After retirement to Jackson with her husband, Mrs. Bissell served as the Jackson town librarian, not retiring from that post until age 78. Her love of the written word and her deep desire to serve others were evident to all who met her.
She was also a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, Piscataqua Pioneers, a number of historical societies, the Jackson Sewing Club, the Old Hutman’s Association, the Mount Washington Observatory, and the Literacy League. She was predeceased by her husband. She is survived by her daughters, Sue Beechum of Apopka, Fla., and Nancy Rancourt of Bartlett.
Casey Hodgdon died June 15, 2002. He is survived by his wife Julia, a son, Travis, and a daughter, Trisha Ouellette. He had two brothers, both ex-hutmen, Earl and John.
Guy Gosselin wrote the following eulogy:
"As the poet said, there are two mighty voices; one is of the sea, one of the mountains. Both of those voices spoke to Casey. The first to call him were the mountains, which he talked about seeing as a boy from the cab of his father's locomotive. He knew the mountains well before he ever set foot on them, just as he knew all the byways of the B&M's mountain division. It is on those trips that he developed a strong sense of destination and direction, and an appreciation for being in a specific place and time. He learned from his father the importance of a schedule, and the overriding concept of duty. These were all significant elements in his life, as was the enduring presence of his father's hand on the throttle.
After high school, Casey attended a commercial college in Concord, but he never applied for any job in the business field. Instead, he headed toward the mountains, and went to work for the Appalachian Mountain Club in Pinkham Notch. It was the Manager, Joe Dodge, in fact, who after learning about his connection with railroading, gave him the name "Casey" after Casey Jones, the legendary railroad man. As we all know, it stuck. Thereafter, only his relatives and closest friends would remember that his real name was Russell, and that only occasionally.
The sea spoke to Casey in 1954, near the end of the Korean War. He enlisted in the Navy, and spent most of his time serving aboard the USS Purdy, a destroyer in the 7th Fleet that patrolled the Mediterranean Sea and the Persian Gulf. It was here that, as a Quartermaster's Mate, stationed on the bridge, he learned the art of navigation. In those days, computers had not yet taken over the job of reckoning a ship's position. It was still necessary to use a sextant, to determine the exact time, to shoot the sun or stars, and to plot by hand the ship's course on the chart table.
There was a great fascination in all this for Casey. For one thing, unlike many of us, he was able to answer as many times as necessary the fundamental question: "Where am I?" For another, there was the realization that during his watch he was responsible for the course of the ship. He was never completely comfortable with having others depend on him for such important
information, and made a practice of checking and rechecking his readings and calculations.
When he was mustered out in 1958, he returned to the mountains, but his love for the sea never left him. He remained in the active reserve and went to sea every year until the completion of his term. He spent two more years at Pinkham, and then signed on with the Mount Washington Observatory as a weather observer. The heavy weather at the summit was right up his alley. He liked nothing better than to go into the tower in a February storm, knock the ice off the instruments, and watch the loosened chunks take off.
Working on the summit in winter was one adventure after another. Once while watching TV in the midst of a storm, he got up to adjust the set and a nearby window imploded in a mighty gust. A shower of glass whistled over where he had been sitting and stuck into the opposite wall. It took a few moments for him to appreciate just how narrow that escape was, but a few moments was all that could be spared at the time, since the outside was coming inside as fast as a hundred-mile-an-hour wind could manage it, and we had to nail some plywood over the hole to keep from freezing. Casey, by the way, was responsible for getting me my job on the summit.
On another occasion, the instrument tower, which was a five-foot-square wooden structure that we had to climb through to get to the anemometer, began to detach itself from the building. As it was yanked further from the building timbers with each powerful gust, we clambered inside and set comealongs and cables and turnbuckles and gradually pulled it back into place. We were young enough to think it was great fun. Fun or not, it was certainly exhilarating.
Casey used to take every opportunity to get out into the weather and on the trails. He would climb all the way down to Pinkham to mail someone's letter before the ink dried on the address. And he would come back in time to cook supper on one occasion inadvertently substituting plaster of paris for flour with predictable results. His most famous adventure made a headline in
the Manchester Union Leader. He had taken a bag of mail down toward Tuckerman Junction, but in the process visibility had become very poor. As he descended, the fog got even thicker, and blowing snow made it almost impossible to see. Suddenly, there was one of those brief openings in the clouds, and for an instant he could see blue sky and realized that he was standing on a cornice on the lip of Tuckerman Headwall. Just then the cornice gave way and he tumbled some 800 feet to the bottom of the slope! Although he didn't realize it then, he was pretty badly injured. But his only thought was for the mail, and he went around and picked up every piece he could find before hiking the rest of the way to Pinkham, and eventually to the hospital. The next day, the headline read, "Observer Falls Off Mount Washington" as though he had slipped off a stepladder.
In 1964, Casey went to work as a ridgerunner for the U.S. Forest Service during the summers, and worked other jobs (including another stint at the Obs) during the winters. Like many hikers, he "redlined" each trail that he used. "Redlining" is the practice of marking each trail climbed in red on a hiker's map. By the time he quit the Forest Service in 1973, he had climbed every trail shown, and his map was almost solid red.
For the rest of his working career, Casey labored for the Town of Gorham. In the late seventies, however, his path crossed that of Brad Washburn, who had begun to work on a map of Mount Washington, and that meeting ended up defining much of the rest of his life. Casey brought to that project an enormous knowledge of the mountains and tireless enthusiasm, both of which were critical to the eventual publication of the map. What he got out of it was an opportunity to do what he really loved with great precision, and an association with people he respected and admired. Having his name on that map was a wonderful source of pride for him.
The mapping project was an extension of Casey's passion for understanding where he was on the earth and where everything else was in relation to him. Unlike many of us who don't recognize landmarks when we see them in unfamiliar settings, Casey knew the mountains literally backward and forward. He had a kind of 3-D picture of the world that unfolded in his mind as he moved around in it.
His understanding of position extended also to time and allowed him to display an amazing memory. By virtue of his reading and personal experience, he was a resource to all who were involved in researching the history of the mountains. Dates of events important to the history of
the mountains, or events in his own life all had their anniversaries. It was not unusual for him to look at his watch and say something like, "Thirty-one years ago tonight, right about now, I was pulling into Bahrain on the Persian Gulf."
Casey converted to Catholicism in the early sixties, and like many converts, he was more religious than most born into the faith. He was a humble man and reverent by nature. He had a tendency to give others more credit for their intelligence or their perceived importance than he ever gave himself, and I don't think he had any inkling of the extent of his significance to every aspect of the life and history of this area. He would have chuckled at the notion that his powerful sense of place and time made it easier for the rest of us to know where we were as well.
He would be embarrassed by all this fuss, but he would very impressed by the fact that his life mattered to so many people.
There were some things that Casey found difficult to express. But Julie, his wife of forty years, was the rock around which his life circled. His son and daughter were his greatest accomplishments. And he radiated love in the presence of his wonderful grandchildren.
All those who grieve over his passing should remember that it was something that he participated in fully and did not fight, begrudge, or resent. For him it was a matter of setting a new course, of heading into a place he had never before been with his faith serving him as map and compass. He truly believed he was setting out on another adventure another phase of his life and that spirit of joy that always accompanied his setting foot on the trail is what we celebrate."
Rob Ohler, 85, died February 1, 2002 at Maine Veterans Home in Augusta. He was a forestry major at the University of Maine, graduating Phi Beta Kappa in 1937 and then received his medical degree from Harvard Medical School in 1941. From 1934 to 1938, he worked four summers at Madison and one at Galehead. In 1988, at age 72, he hiked to Madison and participated in the centennial celebration representing hutmen of the 1930s. His medical talents were also called on when during the hike down the Valley Way, he assisted an injured hiker. He served in the Navy during WWII as a chief medical officer aboard the destroyer Orca. Following active naval service, he was assistant chief of medicine at the Veterans Administration Hospital in West Roxbury, Massachusetts. In 1950, he moved to Maine to become chief of medicine at the Togus Veterans Administration Hospital where he developed a poison control center. After the death of his first wife Priscilla Farrar Arnold who he married in 1939, he married Ernestine Dumais in 1972. He worked at Belgrade Health Center for medical Deverlopment in Augusta and later in private practice in rheumatology. Besides his medical practice, he was active as president of the Kennebec Valley Girl Scout Council, the Abanaki Outing Club and he led an annual trip to Baxter State Park where he was a member of the advisory committee. He leaves his wife Ernestine, a son, a daughter and three grandsons. Memorial contributions can be made to the American Alzheimer s Association, Maine Chapter, 163 Lancaster St., Suite 160B, Portland, ME 04101-2406 or to the University of Maine Alumni Association, PO Box 550, Orono, ME 04473-0550.
Millet G. Morgan died at Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center January 14, 2002. He was founder of the Radio physics Lab at Dartmouth's Thayer School of Engineering and a leading researcher in the field of ionospheric physics. He grew up in Hanover, New Hampshire and had a life-long interest in ham radios, graduating from Cornell with degrees in Physics, and a M.Sc. in Electrical Engineering in 1938 Nicknamed Skillet during his tenure in the huts, he worked at Greenleaf in 1935 and 1936, remaining an active hiker climbing mountains in the U.S. and Europe with members of his family. He was also active in the early skiing community in Hanover and while at Cornell founded and coached the Cornell ski team.
Misha Kirk, father and mountaineer,
died October 2, 2001 at his home in Glen,
NH, from a neurological seizure. He
had recently turned 50. Little could
either of us have imagined, while
discussing his curriculum vitae in
preparation for his presentation
to last year’s OH Winter Reunion, that
his bio would used for his obit.
A celebration of Misha’s life was held
on the banks of the Saco River and the
Jackson Church October 6.
Misha came to the huts in the winter of
1978, to regularly climb with a friend,
Eric MacAfee, who was then washing
dishes at Pinkham. His involvement
with the AMC would continue on
and off until his death. Raised in
Hawaii and Austria, he bore a lifelong
passion for both medicine and mountains.
His resume reflects an intimate
knowledge and command of both,
and includes apprentice, International
School of Mountaineering, Leysin,
Switzerland; Winter Survival Instructor,
German DOD "Special Operations";
Green Beret Medic; Search and Rescue
Coordinator, Mount McKinley; Hawaii
Ironman finisher; 1986 National Park
Service Employee of the Year, for a three
day rescue on McKinley; many an AMC
rescue (one culminating in his receiving
the N.H. Governor’s Award for the
rescue of climber Hugh Herr); many
New England first ascents on ice; and
climbs in the Himalayas and other great
ranges of the world. He was also a
professional athletic trainer, with dual
degrees in Biology and Kinesiology.
His remarkable accomplishments were
all the more inspiring given his
bout with cancer in the 90’s, which
derailed his pursuit of an MD. After
returning to New Hampshire in 1997,
he worked for the AMC Education
Department, and as a guide, SOLO
instructor, and ski patroller. He was
working towards a degree in nursing
when he died.
Misha was a man of straight-up
opinions, delivered with compassion and
a helping hand for any and all who
needed one. He was a generous friend to
his partner, Patrice Mutchnick
and a loving father to his 2 year old
daughter, Ella Jaz Mutchnick Kirk.
On behalf of her, a fund has been set up
in his honor, c/o Jackson Parents Support
Group, Box 383, Jackson NH 03846.
Submitted by Stroker Rogovin with help from
Patrice Mutchnick
Irving "Ike" Meredith of Sandwich, New Hampshire passed away on Oct. 20, 2001, at his home in Sandwich at the age of 80. He was born May 5, 1921, in Boston, Massachusetts, the son of the late Irving and Lois (Woodley) Meredith. He was a graduate of Kimball Union Academy in Meridian, and later attended Boston University and Tufts University, both in Boston.
Ike lived in Milton, Massachusetts, and later moved to Littleton, Massachusetts, where he began an insurance career with Liberty Mutual Insurance Company as an insurance broker. He later worked for the Fred C. Church Insurance Company in Littleton for many years. Later in his career, he moved to Hillsboro, New Hampshire, and eventually retired to his home in Sandwich more than 20 years ago.
During WWII, Ike served his country in the U.S. Army as a sergeant major in the 10th Mountain Division, 87th Infantry. Prior to his military duty in WWII, he worked as hut master at Galehead in 1941. Ike attended many winter and spring reunions and enjoyed driving his four-wheel drive truck to Boston, then back to Sandwich the same night even in the worst winter conditions. He also was a member of the coast guard auxiliary. He was a member and past president of the Sandwich Historical Society, a member of the Sandwich Fair Committee, the St. Andrew s Society of N.H. and Vt., and he volunteered with the N.H. Marine Patrol. He also served as past master of the Pomona Grange of Massachusetts, and was a member of the Masonic Order in Lowell, Massachusetts.
He was predeceased by his first wife, Barbara (Puffer) Meredith, and later
his second wife, Nancy (Lear) Meredith. He is survived by his children, Irving P. Meredith of Moultonboro, Willis C. Meredith of Methuen, Massachusetts, and Lois J. Meredith of Concord; and five grandchildren.
Donations in his memory may be made to the New England Ski Museum in
Franconia, or St. Margaret s Church in Conway.
Arthur "Whitey" Whitehead was our
oldest OH at 97. He died in Quincy,
Massachusetts July 26, 2001. He worked at
Pinkham from 1922-1927, the same year
Joe Dodge arrived and was Joe’s partner
during the early part of his career. In the
fall of 1926, he and Joe rescued the cook
from the Glen House, Max Engelhart,
who barely survived a snow storm on
Mount Washington. The details of their
life-saving saga became a chapter in
Nick Howe’s book Not Without Peril.
Arthur was the originator of the Resuscitator
which was posted at the Trading
Post at Pinkham which answered the
most often asked questions such as the
distance to the summit of Mount
Washington, elevation at Pinkham,
number of porcupine noses collected for
bounties and other interesting local
statistics. His son Don said his father’s
years in the mountains influenced his life
and led to Don’s own career in ecology.
Arthur worked as an engineer at
Pneumatic Corporation in Quincy.
Don Whitehead sent this picture of his father Arthur standing next to Joe Dodge on the front porch of the Ravine House in October 1926 just a few days after their rescue of Max Englehart.
ELIZABETH BETH BELCHER died Saturday, March 3, 2001. Wife of Foochow and mother of Jeff (Zealand), Bill (Lakes), Joanie (Pinkham), Charlie (Madison) and Betsy (Pinkham) and, according to Bill, worked at Madison when Foochow was a hutman. A memorial service was held March 17 at the First Congregational Church in Melrose.
LEWIS PROUTY BISSELL, 82, of Jackson, NH died December 10, 2000. Born in Medford, MA, he was a graduate of UNH where he met and later married Priscilla Emery who worked for Joe Dodge. He then received a master s degree in forestry at Yale and served in the Army Air Corps during WWII. He was employed by UNH as extension forester for the state of Maine and was instrumental in the formation of the Maine Tree Farmers Association. He was a member of the AMC, Jackson Historical Society, the Obs, White Mountain Interpretive Association, Kiwanis, UNH Alumni Association, Girl Scouts and the Tree Farm Association. He had two daughters, Nancy Rancourt of Bartlett and Susan Beechum of Orlando who was hutmaster at Pinkham 67- 68.
Paul Doherty 1919-2000
A memorial service was held for Paul, 81,
July 22 in Gorham. Though not a hutman,
his activities during a busy outdoors career
were intertwined with the huts. After
WWII serving as a Navy volunteer
(precursor to the SEALS), he became a NH
Conservation Office moving through the
ranks until 1973. He became the first
director of Off-Highway Vehicles (snow
mobiles), then followed as director of Parks
and Recreation until his retirement in 1982.
Still active, he became a consultant during
the construction of the Franconia Notch
Parkway.
Many of us remember him for his unique
Limmers, perhaps the only pair that laced
up to just below the knees. He and George
Hamilton guided Justice William O.
Douglas around the huts in the summers of
‘59 and ‘60 which was later written up by
the judge in the August 1961 National
Geographic article The Friendly Huts of the
White Mountains. Paul’s autobiography Smoke
from a Thousand Campfires covers his life in the
New Hampshire woods and the personalities
he met along the way including Eisenhower,
Douglas, Sherm Adams and Joe Dodge.
Peter Limmer 79, of Intervale, NH died June 15, 2000 at the Memorial Hospital after a long illness. A devoted father and husband, he was born in Vachendorf, Bavaria-Germany. The son of Peter Limmer Sr. and Maria (Buecherl) Limmer. He was predeceased by his brother Francis Limmer in 1997.Peter served with distinction, at Roosevelt Field in Amarillo TX and Maxwell Field in Cortland AL, and attained the rank of Staff Sergeant and crew chief of 6 B-29 s in the Strategetic Air Command. After his tour he joined his father in the custom footwear business in Jamaica Plains, MA. As the family came from the mountains in Germany they decided to relocate to the Mt. Washington Valley in 1950.They purchased the Harmony Acres property and continued the business.
Peter Jr. was active in the community and served on several boards; the Bartlett School Board, the Bartlett Planning Board, Board of Directors at the Gibson Center, a Deacon at the Congregational Church and with the Board of the Reverence for Life Ctr. He was also involved with the Boy Scouts, Civil Air Patrol.
He is survived by his wife of 47 years Marianne, daughter Anita Collins, son Peter and wife Jeanne Limmer and son Erik Limmer, and grandchildren, Heather and Brian Collins and Trevor and Lucas Limmer, and many friends.
Jim Hamilton
Charles Brownell, Madison 1941, died February
2, 1999
Bill Appell, Lakes Hutmaster 1941, died
February 12, 1999.
Alan M. Corindia, 52, of 24
Jenkins Lane, Sullivan, NH died August 14, 1999 at his home after a period
of failing health. He was born in Winchester, Mass., Oct. 13, 1946, son
of Attilio E. and Dorothy E. (Macman) Corindia, and lived in Reading, Mass.
and Strafford before moving to Sullivan 21 years ago. He graduated from
Reading High School in 1964 and from Boston University in 1968.
He worked at Greenleaf, Lonesome and construction at Lakes. He recently retired as
assistant director of maintenance and grounds for the Monadnock Regional
School District where he had worked for many years. Earlier, he had worked
at Agway and at Subaru of Keene, and had owned and operated A.M. Corindia,
Inc. He was a member of the Sullivan Congregational Church and had been
a church trustee for many years.
He had been
assistant to the director of the Appalachain Mountain Club in Boston and
active in town affairs. He had been a Boy Scout leader, was an avid hiker
and loved the ocean.
Survivors
include his wife of 29 years, Elizabeth (Waste) Corindia of Sullivan; a
son, Daniel A. Corindia, (an OH), of Sullivan; two daughters, Jennifer
M. Barnes of North Topsail Beach, N.C., and Ellen M. Kaatz of Bremerton,
Wash.; his parents, of Reading; a brother, David Corindia of Stoneham,
Mass.; three sisters, Betsy Fowler (an OH) of Gilford, Susan Phibrik of
Owls Head, Maine, and Nancy Herbert of Boxford, Mass.; and several nieces,
nephews, cousins, aunts, and uncles.
The family
has asked that, in lieu of flowers, contributions be made in his memory
to the Sullivan Congregational Church, P.O. Box 187, Sullivan, NH 03445.
Robert "Shorty" Lange, 73,
passed away at Copley Hospital in Morrisville, Vermont on April 1, 1999.
Born in Stoneham,
Mass., on May 1, 1925, he was the son of the late George A. and Mabel (Johnson)
Lange. On May 12, 1967, he married the former Harriet "jackie" (Stock)
Jordan in Hanover, NH.
Mr. Lange
attended Kents Hill School in Maine and spent summers working in the Appalachian
Mountain Club huts. He served with the 10th Mountain Division in Italy
during World War II and was a Bronze Star recipient. In 1947, he participated
in the 4th ascent of Mount McKinley, Known as "Operation White Tower".
He continued
his education at the University of New Hampshire, graduating in 1949, and
attended graduate school at the University of Washington. An engineering
geologist, he was employed at the Cold Region's Research & Engineering
Lab in Hanover, NH., for 25 years, retiring in 1974. Upon moving to Alaska,
he began work for Alyeska on the Alaskan Pipeline. An avid outdoorsman,
he enjoyed recreational rifle shooting, fishing and working on his metal
lathe.
He is survived
by his wife of Waterbury Center, a stepdaughter, 2 stepsons and numerous
step-grand-children.
Colin Miles Davidson died
June 15,1997 at his home in Madison, NH. After an extraordinarily active
life, he was still planning publication projects while succombing to Lou
Gehrig's disease. After working in the huts in the mid '60s, he became
a rock climbing instructor at the EMS climbing school in North Conway;
joined the American Alpine Club's Andean Relief Expedition in May 1970
in response to the earthquake in Peru; spent several climbing seasons in
Peru; became director of admissions and taught English and rock climbing
at the White Mountain School in 1973; became a founder of the Mountain
Rescue Service and served as its secretary for over 10 years; became a
trustee of the Mt. Washington Observatory and a life trustee in 1994.
His publication career included president of Turnstile
Publishing in New York; assistant group publisher Crain Communications,
New York; partner Sherwin Dodge Newspapers, Littleton; associate publisher,
New England Business, Boston; district sales manager, Yankee Magazine,
Dublin; director of marketing, Carroll Reed shops, North Conway. Civic
activities included economic development boards in the Mt. Washington Valley,
supporting the arts, charitable trust and a grand prix horse jumping event.
His true love was farming and breeding Highland cattle at his Ward Hill
farm. He became editor of The Bagpipe, a world-wide cattle journal and
was subsequently inducted into the Highland Hall of Fame in 1996. His family
includes a daughter, Heidi and four sons, Carter, Charles, Colin and Jacob
and his fiancee Anne O'Driscoll. Services were held in Littleton and memorial
donations may be made to the Mt. Washington Observatory, PO Box 2310, N.
Conway, NH 03860.
Harry Clay McDade, 73, of
Littleton, NH died at his home October 13, 1997 after a long illness. Not
a hutman, but a friend to many Greenleaf hutmen, Harry, a general surgeon,
was known as the "Climbing Doctor" who was instrumental in the Cannon Mountain
rescues in 1959 and organized the critical care response to the 1967 Cog
Railway disastor. He was an expert in trauma, frostbite and hyperthermia
and was active in international climbing expeditions, ornithology, ham
radios, amateur flying, astronomy, fishing, canoeing, camping, skiing,
botany, woodland management and wilderness medicine. He leaves his wife
Connie, a daughter Donna Bain of Wolfeboro and a son Theodore of Worcester.
Donations may be made to the Littleton Regional Hospital.
Margery Lang Hamilton, 89,
a special member, died October 23, 1997 in Plymouth, MA. A portrait and
landscape artist, she is remembered for her Huts 100th exhibition of mountain
paintings and her portrait of Joe Dodge which were hung at Pinkham the
summer of 1988. She leaves a son James of Cohasset, MA and daughter June
Withington of Plymouth, MA. Donations may be made to the AMC.
Brian "Honcho" Earl who worked
at Lonesome Lake and the construction crew in the early 70's, died Friday
April 25th 1997. He recently had a liver transplant, which his body rejected.
Brian was a quiet guy who didn't say much, but there was a lot going on
beneath the surface. He really loved the mountains. It will be sad when
Evans Notch and the Baldfaces call, knowing he will no longer be at the
old schoolhouse he renovated near the Baldface Trailhead. His remains were
cremated.
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Robert B. Williams of Winchester,
MA died July 5, 1995 after a brief illness. He worked at Lonesome in '32
with Ray Falconer. He was treasurer of the OH Association for several years.
He leaves his wife Elizabeth, three children, six grandchildren, his OH
brother Stilly Williams and two OH nephews John Valley and Ethan Dubois.
Arthur Wircher died March
23, 1996 in Orchard Park, NY. A World War II Navy officer, Art returned
to a career in architecture and was active in choral and string musical
groups, playing the cello in the Orchard Park Symphony Orchestra. He leaves
his wife Margaret and daughters Mary, Ann and Jean.
Allen Pumphouse Clark died
January 23, 1997 after a year’s bout with lung cancer. He was an avid skier;
mountain climber and bicyclist. He worked at Madison before WWII and at
Greenleaf in '46. He leaves his wife Nancy, sons David and Thomas and two
grandchildren. He would have been married 50 years this June.
 Commander
Robert Marvel died in San Antonio, TX February 20, 1997. He was known as
Commander or Der working as Assistant Huts Manager under Bruce Sloat. Hawkeye
Hawkins sent the following: Der was one of a kind smoking his unfiltered
Camels. He was the end of the conservative era of hut management. I was
glad to work one season with Commander in charge. Many will remember his
green uniform and crusher hat. How many were met by the Der at night with
his six shooters strapped by his side? There was no hanky panky when the
Der was on watch. Remember when he hid in the PNC fireplace to catch croo
stealing rag socks? How about his Dodge Businessman's Coupe? Memories.
He was a commander in the US Navy, an avid protector of gun owners' rights
and active in NH conservative politics. He leaves his wife, T. Anne Webster
Marvel.
Francis X. Limmer of Kearsage,
NH died February 22, 1997 at the Maine Medical Center following a long illness.
He was born in Vachendorff, Germany, the son of Peter and Maria Limmer
and moved to Mount Washington Valley in 1951. He served in the famous 10th
Mountain Division in Italy as a lieutenant and joined his father's boot
making business Peter Limmer and Sons in 1946. He was an avid skier, fisherman
and outdoorsman. He leaves his wife Maria, his son Karl, a daughter Elsie,
two grandchildren, two great grandchildren and his brother Peter Jr.
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