CHS Fall 2016 Newsletter

REMEMBERING CARMINE GUICA

It is with great sadness that we report the passing of Carmine Guica on Nov.23, one of the founders and former president of the Cavendish Historical Society.

During WWII Carmine was in some of the highest attacked areas-Guam, Philippines, Okinawa and Iwo Jima. He described how they lived two to a Foxhole, taking turns staying up at night in his autobiography, “We were on the beaches where we set up our anti-air craft guns. Most of the fighting was back in the hills. The action we saw most was firing at the Jap planes. They never bombed us too much as their greatest target would be the ships. When we had an alert, all personal were called-cooks, clerks, and KPs. [Carmine was a cook.]. .... I did get very sick there for a few days. Just about every one was affected. They said it was Dengue Fever or something like that..”

The war played a prominent role in Carmine’s life, and it was through an Army buddy that he met his wife Carmela. They were married from 1948 until her passing in 2000.

Like many of the other veterans, he was in the reserves after the war. Carmine worked for Gay Brothers Woolen Mill, Kennwood Mills and eventually GE, where he retired from in 1984. I retired a little early as I figured Carmela was alone so much and we were going to enjoy ourselves, which we did. 

Self-taught, Carmine spent many hours researching Cavendish history and genealogy, whether it was with a metal detector checking out cellar holes, or spending countless hours with Carmela in the library studying old newspapers, maps and records. He was adamant about the importance of history.

The list of organizations Carmine was involved with, in addition to CHS, was lengthy- The Grange and The Crown Point Road Association to name a few. He was chairman of the Cavendish Bicentennial, involved in reunions for his much loved Tarbell Hill School, and he served on the town’s Ancient Roads Committee. Well into his 80s, you could find Carmine with his friend Paul Kingsbury in the mountains as a hiking trail steward.

One of his favorite songs, which he listened on the jukebox during WWII, was When My Blue Moon Turns to Gold.  The lyrics seem to be particularly poignant and one hopes that Carmine is now joined with his beloved. 

When my blue moon turns to gold again

When the rainbow turns the clouds away. 

When my blue moon turns to gold again

You'll be back in my arms to stay.

In spite of a significant hearing loss and limited opportunities for formal education, Carmine’s passion for life long learning was astounding. Consequently, his contributions to Cavendish and its history, is enormous and many generations to come will benefit from his research and his generosity of spirit. He will be greatly missed.

CHS has Carmine’s autobiography in stock. To order, send a check to CHS for $15 plus $5 shipping and handling to CHS, PO Box 472, Cavendish VT 05142. The book is also available at the Town Office.

CAVENDISH GHOST STORIES: CHARLIE

The Cavendish Historical Society (CHS) has been collecting ghost stories since the summer. We’ve learned about Homer who has haunted the Proctorsville Fire Department for years, though he hasn’t been heard from recently. Supposedly there was a murder in this building, which was once a carriage barn.

Robert, so named because he looks like Robert Redford from an old western, still makes his presence known at the Golden Stage Inn along with a “ghost cat” and a strange mist that photographs quite well in one room. Lots of other eerie things-people who call your name and talk to you, but when you turn around no one is there. Clearly this Inn deserves its reputation as one of the most haunted places to stay in Vermont.

Lena is actually written into the deed of the house she occupies-she has full access to the front bedroom and parlor-though she hasn’t been alive for many years. In short, we have a very long list of ghosts and spirits who seem to like calling Cavendish home.

Of all the stories, the one we wanted to share because CHS plays a role in it.

In June 2014, CHS was contacted by a man looking for information about his ancestors and wanting to know if any possible relatives still lived in town. Though a descendant of the Dutton and Proctor union, he and his parents visited Proctorsville as a child to see aunts, uncles and cousins. Falling on hard times, the family ultimately moved to Florida, where both parents died in 1969.

A few questions about his Parker line confirmed that he was in fact part of the same family as CHS board member Gail Woods. When he tells Gail his mother's maiden name-Carmine June Cook, she replies, "I knew Carmine. She had a son Greg Roche." To which he excitedly pointed to himself repeating, "that's me, that’s me!" 

As Greg asked about names from his childhood, Gail’s husband Woodie pieces together that “Aunt Adie’s” granddaughter-Janet Pipkin- lived in the old family home on Depot Street.

An e-mail and phone call, resulted in Janet posting the following to Facebook, What a night... Almost 50 years ago, my mom's cousin [Carmine June Cook] disappeared and cut ties with the family. So my mom never knew what happened to her and her son.

One of my strongest childhood memories is my mom always looking up their names in phone books whenever we were staying at a motel in another city. "You never know, they might be in here," she would say.

Today a man from California visited the Cavendish Historical Society to look up some family history, and thanks to Margo [Margo Caulfield is the coordinator of CHS] he not only got the history, he got the family! It is my mom's cousin's son. I got to meet him and we called my mom together.

Mom was so overjoyed to hear from him. She has wondered for so long how he was. And on Sunday, she will find out when she gets to see him again after all this time. Just amazing.

So now for the ghostly part, which is provided by Janet Pipkin

While driving in snow on Route 131, Charlie Cook (1882-1923) had an accident. He was taken to his home at 145 Depot Street in Proctorsville but, unfortunately, due to massive internal injuries, he died several days later in the presence of  his wife and young daughter. 

Janet took residence in the house in 1991, as she was the granddaughter of Adelaide Cook Brittain, Charlie’s sister. The house has always been in the family, primarily the residence of another sister, Grace Cook, who died in the 1980s.

Soon after moving in, Janet noticed pennies around the house. She thought nothing of it; loose change did not seem like a big deal, until things became weirder. Having vacuumed one of the bedrooms, Janet left the room to put the vacuum away. Returning to the freshly vacuumed room she discovered pennies right in the middle of the rug. While cleaning a window, a penny fell from above, landing on the floor by her feet. Not being a real believer of spirits, it struck her as odd and curious, but defying any logical explanation.

While driving to Manchester, she remembered in a panic that she had put a potato in the oven to bake over an hour ago. Fearing fire, she turned around and went home. By now it had been two hours since she put the potato in the oven. Rushing into the kitchen, she found the stove turned off and a perfectly cooked potato. This was illogical. She had only put it in 20 minutes before she left. If she had shut off the oven, how could it possibly have been fully cooked? And if she didn’t, why was the oven shut off and the potato not burnt?

The final incident that pushed Janet from non-believer to believer was breaking glass. Having just gone to bed, she heard the distinctive sound of breaking glass. Figuring it was one of the cats breaking something, she ran downstairs and saw her roommate also rapidly descending the stairs. Searching the house from top to bottom, neither saw any signs of broken glass.

Janet called her mother, Ann (Adelaide’s daughter, Charlie’s niece) and told her what happened. Ann wasn’t surprised. Soon after Grace had died Ann had come to the Depot Street house to do some packing and cleaning. It was the first night when she heard the sound of breaking glass. Like Janet, she searched and found no explanation of the noise.

In discussing the situation with her Mom, Janet wondered it if could possible be a ghost. Ann related the story of Charlie’s death. He died in the front bedroom of the house, and sadly, his wife and young daughter were never the same again. The daughter ended up living her own tragic life wrapped up in drug and alcohol abuse and had disappeared in the 1960s.

Janet became use to the pennies showing up everywhere. She even spoke to Charlie trying to explain that a penny doesn’t have a lot of value and quarters would be more appreciated, but no luck. “Off” events or incidents just were attributed to “that Charlie.”

After twenty years of living in the house, Janet met her long lost cousin Greg, as related above. Not only did this bring closure to the many years of searching by Janet’s Mom, but there was another member of the family that needed “closure.” Since Greg was Charlie’s grandson- Greg’s mother Carmine, was the daughter of Charlie- he agreed to go to Janet’s house and have a chat.

Greg told Janet (as well as Charlie) about his life’s successes as well as what had happened to his mother. He talked about his wife and children and how content he was with his life in California as a leather artist.

Since then, Janet doesn’t see many pennies anymore. She runs across one every now and then and wonders it is still Charlie. There seem to be no more noises or strange incidents. Janet wants to believe that Charlie finally managed to get the news he needed to be at peace. But she still keeps listening for that possible sound of broken glass.

SOLZHENITSYN BOOK OFFER FOR HOLIDAY GIVING

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn: The Writer Who Changed History is the perfect gift for anyone who loves Cavendish. A biography of the Soviet dissident and Nobel Laureate who lived here almost 18 years of his 20 years in exile, it contains many pictures thanks to the generosity of the writer’s family.

Just in time for the holidays, order by December 15, and the book will be gift wrapped, autographed, and mailed with a gift card  anywhere in the continental USA in time for Christmas. To order, send a check for $17.50 ($15 for the book plus $2:50 for shipping and handling) to Cavendish Historical Society, PO Box 472, Cavendish, VT 05142. The book is available locally and on-line (www.createspace.com or amazon.com). For more information, please contact CHS-802-226-7807, margocaulfield@icloud.com. All proceeds from the book go towards the CHS Solzhenitsyn Project.

PRESERVATION PROJECTS UPDATE

We’ve been calling them “Mike’s doors,” since former board member Mike Pember has been anxious that the Museum doors be replaced. No they aren’t in yet Mike, but they are in the Museum acclimating. Thanks to the incredible generosity of wood worker and volunteer Dave Stern, the replacement doors-dating from the 1800s-have been stripped, repaired, painted and awaiting spring installation.

After many years of discussion, the Cavendish Civil War Memorial has been cleaned. Many thanks to Bruce McEnaney for his dedication to making this happen. Thank you to Al Glidden for the use of the lift, to Bill Jansak who used the town’s low velocity pressure washer to do the cleaning and to Kem and Svetlana Philips who also assisted.

The orange mold in the Cavendish Village Cemetery continues to be a problem, but we are making headway thanks to the Phelps and other volunteers. Cleaning and righting of gravestones have taken place through out the summer in all of the Cavendish cemeteries.

After considerable searching for someone who could do the work, the belfry repair of the Cavendish Stone Church is now underway. The funds for this repair have been made possible by a grant from the Jeld-Wen Foundation. 

Please note that CHS uses the National Park Service guidelines for the cleaning and preservation of monuments, headstones and memorials. While very low pressure washing is used on monuments, it is not recommended for headstones. We do not use bleach, consequently stones will not appear bright white.  

For a small historical society, this is an incredible amount of preservation that was undertaken in a year. Thank you to all who volunteered time and support to make this possible. The one remaining item on our “to do list,” is the stone wall extension in the Twenty Mile Stream Cemetery. Definitely on the 2017 list.

BECOME A MEMBER, RENEW YOUR MEMBERSHIP, DONATE

If you have not joined the Cavendish Historical Society, need to renew your membership, and/or would like to be a volunteer, please complete the form below and sending a check, payable to CHS, to CHS, PO Box 472, Cavendish, VT 05142. All contributions are tax deductible.

Name: _______________________________________

Address: _______________________________________________

Phone Number: _____________________    E-Mail: ____________________________

Membership Level

__ Individual Member $10          ___ Senior Member 65+ $5  ___ Sustaining Member $500

__ Household Member $15         ___ Contributing Member $250                                  

Volunteer

___ I would be interested in serving, as a volunteer .I would be interested in serving on the following committee(s):__ Program Planning          __ Fundraising  __ Building (Museum)

__Archives                     _ Budget          ­­–– Cemetery    __ Hands on History

Donations are always welcome and can be designated as follows:

__ For general purposes               __ Educational Programs           __Publications

__ Archeological Activities             _ Museum & Archival             __ Special Events

__ Rankin Fund                           __  Williams Fund                  __ Solzhenitsyn Project

__ Other (please specify)                        __ Cemetery Restoration        __ Preservation Projects

  

Remembering Carmine Guica

Carmine Guica on the left

It is with great sadness that we report the passing of Carmine Guica on Nov.23, one of the founders and former president of the Cavendish Historical Society.

As Coordinator for CHS, my first project with Carmine was working on his autobiography, “The Story of My Life Carmine Guica.” I asked him for pictures, particularly of his war experience and he promptly handed me a stack of photographs of girls that he referred to as his “pen pals.” His sister Emma told me at his book signing that he liked the gals and they liked him.

Born in Providence, R.I. on April 1921, Carmine’s family moved to a small farm on Tarbell Hill Rd (Cavendish) in 1922. He described his childhood with warmth and affection of a bygone era. “ I am what is part of “The Great Generation” that grew up in Depression days. We never had much if any money, but we always had plenty to eat and we had a good home. We three boys, Frank, myself and Vince, we worked hard and played hard. We some times didn’t mind as we should of but when we made any money we always turned it over to our folks as we never needed much money perhaps a dime to see a western as Gene Autry was about that time in the mid-thirties.....We would hitch-hike to Ludlow, about nine miles away....Every one was a farmer and life was slower.

In 1939, Carmine joined the VT National Guard. We knew that war would be upon us, and we wanted to make sure were ready for it.

When WWII came, Carmine and his two brothers, Vincent and Frank, enlisted and were stationed in the Pacific. Carmine was in some of the highest attacked areas-Guam, Philippines, Okinawa and Iwo Jima. He described how they lived two to a Foxhole, taking turns staying up at night in his autobiography, “We were on the beaches where we set up our anti-air craft guns. Most of the fighting was back in the hills. The action we saw most was firing at the Jap planes. They never bombed us too much as their greatest target would be the ships. When we had an alert, all personal were called-cooks, clerks, and KPs. [Carmine was a cook.]. ...We used to go on the hill where the refuges were and talk to them. They spoke English well and they used to tell us how strict they had to live under the Japanese rule. I did get very sick there for a few days. Just about every one was affected. They said it was Dengue Fever or something like that. The Engineers made fresh water for us from the salty ocean water. There sure was a lot of deep mud on Guam. After we got our kitchen set up the engineers also made ice that they delivered to us every day. We did get a lot of Spam. There were so many ways we served it....For fresh meat we had a lot of goat meat from Australia.”

The war played a prominent role in Carmine’s life, and it was through an Army buddy that he met his wife Carmela. They were married from 1948 until her passing in 2000.

Like many of the other veterans, he was in the reserves after the war. Carmine worked for Gay Brothers Woolen Mill, Kennwood Mills and eventually GE, where he retired from in 1984. I retired a little early as I figured Carmela was alone so much and we were going to enjoy ourselves, which we did. 

A self-taught historian and genealogist, Carmine spent many hours researching Cavendish history and genealogy, whether it was with a metal detector checking out cellar holes, or spending countless hours with Carmela in the library studying old newspapers, maps and records. He was adamant about the importance of history.

For the Cavendish Bicentennial he wrote Now there are some people in Town that may say, ‘What can I do for our Bicentennial,’ if, nothing else buy a good book for our Library, autograph it and date it, also take pictures, especially of the elderly people and old buildings, preferable use black and white films [which] are cheaper and cost less to develop, and they seem to hold better for longer time. Please identify and date them, (use pencil) so that in another 100 or 100 years a “Historian and Genealogist” will not have such a hard time of it as I’m having.

The list of organizations Carmine was involved with was lengthy- The Grange, The Crown Point Road Association and CHS to name a few. He was chairman of the Cavendish Bicentennial, involved in reunions for his much loved Tarbell Hill School, and he served on the town’s Ancient Roads Committee. Well into his 80s, you could find Carmine with his friend Paul Kingsbury in the mountains as a hiking trail steward.

For over 15 years he donated food every month to the Black River Good Neighbor (BRGN). During a sudden snowstorm, Carmine’s car slid off the road. His biggest concern was not for himself, but rather that the food he had just bought be taken to BRGN as soon as possible.

Being a veteran was extremely important to Carmine. You can watch him at 92 years of age talking to the 6^th graders at Cavendish Town Elementary on uTube.  His autobiography “The Story of My Life: Carmine Guica,” details his experience during WWII. For many years he could be seen just before Memorial Day putting flags on Veterans graves. As he said, “I will do this until I can’t. I will never forget my brothers that never came back.”

Carmine loved Carmela. Even though the cemetery would be closed, as long as there wasn’t snow on the ground, he would visit her weekly, even it meant hoping over the chain . Whether he was conducting a cemetery tour, or helping someone research their family, if he was at the Cavendish Village Cemetery, he made sure every one visited Carmela.

One of his favorite songs, which he listened on the jukebox during WWII, was When My Blue Moon Turns to Gold. The lyrics seem to be particularly poignant and one hopes that Carmine is now joined with his beloved.

When my blue moon turns to gold again

When the rainbow turns the clouds away

When my blue moon turns to gold again

You'll be back in my arms to stay

In spite of a significant hearing loss and limited opportunities for formal education, Carmine’s passion for life long learning was astounding. Consequently, his contributions to Cavendish and its history, is enormous and many generations to come will benefit from his research and his generosity of spirit. He will be greatly missed.

Our condolences to his family and his many friends.

CHS does have copies of Carmine’s autobiography in stock. To order, send a check to CHS for $15 plus $5 shipping and handling to CHS, PO Box 472, Cavendish VT 05142.

CHS-Decorating for the Holidays Can You Help

Thanks to Svetlana and Kem Phelps the planter by the CHS Museum has a winter planting. 

As we prepare for the holidays ahead, what are your suggestions for decorating the tree and planter? Can you help out? 

If you have ideas and would like to help, please call 802-226-7807 or e-mail margocaulfield@icloud.com

Remembering Our Veterans: Jim Hasson

Poster that inspired Jim
to enlist in WWII

For the last five years, Jim Hasson, a WWII veteran, has been speaking about his experiences with the Cavendish Town Elementary School 6^th graders. Jim was a Seabee, which built roadways, airstrips and other projects in the South Pacific. Enlisting at 17, he was inspired by a poster of a soldier carrying a rifle jumping off a road grater. Before he was even 20, Jim had been at War for two years. 

Ultimately moving to Cavendish from New Jersey and started his own business, Jim remained in the military. He was involved in other wars and conflicts through Vietnam. It was this latter war that the students were most interested in.

A base operator in Vietnam, a position similar to the head of public works, Jim was responsible for 179 buildings. He told stories of how doctors and nurses treated cleft palate, and noted that the United States actually did a lot of good, much more than many realize. He talked of the Buddhists beliefs that were so different but much appreciated by him. By now he was in his 40s with a business, four children and a wife, so the youthful enthusiasm he had in WWII was considerably dampened. However, he described how much he liked and respected the Vietnamese noting how similar they were to the old Vermont Yankees-“they loved their farms, family and fishing boats.”

When asked what he wanted the children to know about Veterans, Jim said “when you joined the military you sign a blank check to the American people. You swear an oath and you don’t have an ego anymore.” Ultimately though, he said that at his age-not quite 90- he realized that the most important thing in life is “not what you got, but what you gave.”

Some of the children talked about their family members that have served or are currently in the military. Jim told them, “Feel proud of them, they did their duty.”

“Were you shot at?” “Did you ever fire your gun?” Jim responded to those questions by saying that he never fired his gun at a human being and yes, he was shot at a number of times. During the Tet Offensive (Jan. 31, 1968) he said they were under siege for 52 hours. He described jumping out of bed and crawling into a fox hole. Rockets would pass so low overhead they would suck the wind out of him.

Jim explained that there is a lot of confusion with war and particularly after WWII there was a lot of questions about whether the United States should be involved in the various wars and conflicts. Jim’s definition of war was quite poignant, “War is a mother with her face down on the kitchen table crying.”

Watch Jim on Seabee TV. 

To Jim and all of our veterans, thank you for your service today and every day.