HOLIDAY INN HISTORY
Written by Patsy Houghton Marr
The inn was not always an
inn.
In fact, it was not always one building. Years
ago, buildings were moved and merged as needs arose, and this
building was no exception.
The section of the living-room nearest New England Inn
was built about 1835 and originally a general store.
(The wide board floors under the current flooring are
original.)
Its original location was close to the present New
England Inn pool.
The other section of the living-room was a home and was
built about 1850.
Both properties were owned by Harry Mauran, who according
to one of a Carlton granddaughter, had a stage name of
“Bloodgood”.
In the early 1880's, Mr.
Mauran gave the small home to Daniel Dinsmore Carlton, who then
purchased the store building and moved it to the current
location and joined it to the home already there to make a home
large enough for his and his wife Mary’s family, which home
became known to all as the “Little Red House”.
In 1890, after adding the third story and the classic
Victorian mansard roof, he opened the building as an inn called
"The Forest".
The Carletons operated the inn as a summer vacation
destination.
There they raised their family (four children - twins
Rose Mary and Mary Rose, Jeannette, and Ruth).
Mr.
Carlton was a stone mason who, in addition to laying the
foundation for his own home and later inn, laid foundations for
the Crawford House, the old covered bridge in Glen, and the
Hampshire House across the street which was razed about 2000.
The granite for the foundations came from the Redstone
Quarry.
About 1918, John and Gertrude Furnald purchased the inn.
According to Ruth, then ninety-three years old, Mrs.
Furnald said to Mr.
Carleton, “Well, I’d like to purchase The Forest... how
much do you want?”
Mr. Carleton replied, “What will you offer me, Gert?”
She said “I’ll give you $8000", and he said “Sold!”.
The Furnalds renamed the inn "Rest-a-Bit".
They are reported to be the first owners to open the inn
during the winter months.
In 1938, the Furnalds sold the inn to Warren & Bess
Stanley from Beverly MA, who renamed the inn "Stanley's".
They operated the inn during the war years with the
challenge of finding enough ration stamps to obtain enough food
for feeding the guests of the inn.
He even allowed guests to pay their bills with ration
stamps.
In 1946, the Stanleys sold the inn to George and
Charlotte Burgess.
It was the Burgesses, who, inspired by the movie "White
Christmas", changed the name to "Holiday Inn" which was retained
until 1984.
George was a ski instructor, which helped to supplement
the income of the inn.
George and Charlotte were the perfect hosts - both to
their guests and to their circle of local friends.
In 1950, the Burgesses sold the inn to Ed and Winnie
Houghton.
Ed was also a skier.
In fact, it was his love of skiing that had driven his
decision to give up the business world and become an innkeeper. He was
torn between the two major ski kingdoms of the east - Stowe,
Vermont, and North Conway, NH.
(One of his best skiing friends, Hal Shelton, nearly
simultaneously purchased the Golden Eagle in Stowe.)
Patsy and Ted Houghton were the first children to grow up
in the inn since the original Carlton family.
The era of the Houghtons was the heyday of the skiers
arriving by snowtrain and summer guests arriving by train.
In the earlier years, there was a train station in
Intervale, and trains ran twice a day.
Guests were dependent on inn-keeper transportation and
enjoyed three meals a day.
Summer guests were treated to day-long outings with the
Houghton family.
Skier guests were transported to and from the slopes.
The primary ski area was Cranmore Mountain, home of the
famous Skimobile, which was a track with individual open cars
pulled along the track by a cable.
It was the days of the Alberg skiing technique made
famous by the Austrian Hans Schneider.
In the late 1960's, due to the demise of the snowtrains
and the proliferation of the automobile, lunch-time meals were
dropped from the inn schedule.
The Houghtons, like the Burgesses before them,
entertained their guests and created a home-like atmosphere that
caused long-time friendships to develop between them and their
guests and among various groups of guests.
In winter, the adults hovered by the fire entertained by
Winnie as late as they liked.
In summer, the activity focused on the screened front
porch filled with comfortable wicker rockers and chaises
interrupted only by wild croquet and badminton games.
There were always raukus card games underway, and music
flowed often from the hands of Winnie on the piano in the early
years and later on the organ which replaced it.
Ed occasionally joined her on his sax. (The
baritone sax was the favorite.)
For years Holiday Inn offered a winter attraction for
area visitors and even made the Boston newspapers for a winter
ice show over 50 feet in height next to the stone cottage.
The structure was actually the result of a well-directed
hose serving as a “bleeder line” to prevent frozen pipes during
the coldest sub-zero days of winter.
In
August of 1954, the Houghtons purchased the stone cottage and
the acreage behind it from Everett and Anginette Weatherbee, who
had spent many summers there. The
cottage had been built by Marion Weston Cottle, one of the first
NH lady lawyers. She
came from Buffalo NY and had practiced law in New York City and
Boston before moving to Intervale.
She was known for being an enthusiastic lecturer on
suffrage matters as well as other legal matters. Later
the cottage became a gift shop known as “The Arrow” run by
Cedelia Cox. The
Houghtons added heat and divided the cottage into two units.
On 15 March, 1956, Ed Houghton’s parents purchased the
house on the hill behind the inn, along with several acres.
They spent many summers there, while the “Holiday
Chalet”, as it was named, housed the overflow skier groups in
winter.
Finally, the senior Houghtons made this their permanent home
until Mrs. Houghton, now a widow, could no longer live there
alone.
It was then that the little cottage at the rear of the
inn was added as her residence.
The “Chalet” became part of the inn property, and, after
her death, the cottage became another guest unit. The
original owner of the chalet, then known as “Sylva of the
Pines”, was Attorney Marion Cottle.
She lived there during the years that she practiced law
in the stone cottage.
In 1976, Bob & Lois Gregory bought the inn.
Under the pressure of changing times, they began the
transformation from the group baths (two on the first floor and
one on the 3rd floor) to private baths.
This reduced the former 12-room inn to 7-rooms.
Meanwhile, the “Holiday Chalet” became the permanent home
of the Houghtons where they lived until 199__.
In 1984,
Jim and Lynne Clough purchased the inn.
It was they who decided to return to the original name of
“The Forest”.
Holiday Inn had been a wonderful name for many years, but
the proliferation of the Holiday Inn chain had greatly
complicated guest inquiries and reservations.
In the 1960's the Houghtons had succeeded in legally
blocking the chain from building in Carroll County, but the
Cloughs decided to make the name change anyway.
In the late 1980’s, Ken
and Rae Wyman purchased the inn.
They were the first to dub the inn as a B&B and advertise
it as such.
Rae Wyman made many decorative changes to restore the
rooms to a more Victorian decor.
She also served afternoon tea to her guests on an
assortment of English fine china.
In 1996, Bill and Lisa Guppy acquired the inn.
They ran it as a B&B until 2004, when sale was
necessitated by Bill’s rapidly declining health.
He died the day after the sale in January of 2005.
The newest owners are Mitch Scher and Linda Trask, who
renamed the inn “The Glen Oaks Inn”, which became official at a
special Open House on June 1, 2005. The
new history belongs to them.
Connecticut Yankee
retold by
S. E. Schlosser
Now, here in the South, we all do not approve of your so-called Connecticut Yankee peddlers. So when one appeared in the yard of my tavern, I was not of a mind to give him room for the night.
He was a scrawny fellow with a mop of white hair and a withered face. He did not seem like a crafty Yankee peddler. He looked more like a grandfather on his last legs. Surely this Connecticut Yankee had no harm in him!
Curiosity being my downfall, as my wife would be the first to tell you, I was keen to see a real Yankee trick. So I told him that he might have lodgings for the night if he would play a Yankee trick before he left. Well, he promised me the trick, but said he was tired and went directly to bed.
The next morning, everything went wrong. My yard boy never showed up. I was forced to care for the horses myself while my wife cooked breakfast. When I finally got inside, my wife was leaning over a table full of the peddler's wares. She was fingering a coverlet which matched the ones we had upstairs. The peddler named a ridiculously low price and my wife nodded eagerly. Just then one of our other customers called me to his table to pay his bill, so I did not see the peddler finalize the sale.
It was only after the peddler had called for his buggy, paid for his room, and begun to drive away that I suddenly remembered his promise.
"Peddler!" I called. "What about the Yankee trick your promised? I did not see any trick!"
"You will," he said, whipping up his horse.
Just then, my wife stuck her head out from one of the rooms upstairs.
"Harry!" she cried. "That sneaky Yankee just sold me the coverlet from off his bed!"
"Used with permission of S.E. Schlosser and
AmericanFolklore.net. Copyright 200__. All rights reserved."
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