Old New England Glassware in the Home
Part Twenty-Nine
"Grave Digger"
Annie
Pester (“Elizabeth Ann”) (“Mrs. Anabranch Pester”) lived with her husband at
the Pester Farm when I first visited her there in the late nineteen
sixties. I was in high
school. I had repeatedly
encountered Annie at local ‘yard’ and ‘tag’ sales. From these encounters we had first ‘spoken’ and then
‘talked’ and then
One
Saturday morning as we were both leaving an unresponsive ‘SALE’ she invited me
to come to the Pester farm to ‘see it’; the ‘broken’ ‘barn cupboard’ she’d
“FOUND”. The farm was less than a
mile away... ‘at the top of the hill’
From
the top of this hill, in Sweden, Maine, one looked “back” toward ‘the (White)
Mountains’. That morning I paid no
attention to this for I was ‘very used to’ a ‘that view’ from the ‘Lakes
Region’ of southwestern Maine (southern Oxford County). I did pay close attention to the Pester
farm. This was not the first time
I had done that:
Paid
attention
To
the “Anabranch Pester Farm”.
“Was
Branch (Anabranch) there?” was my primary question. “Branch Pester” was a local ‘reason with’ (avoid) for
...local teenage boys. Anabranch
and Annie had two ‘teenage’ daughters.
“YOUR
THAT YOUNG ANTIQUES MAN SHE TALKS ABOUT” he said to me... in the Pester farm’s
yard while I stood next to my... mother’s... car. Then he left us (Annie and I). He walked over to his truck and then across the yard to the
barn. Then back to the truck. He got in that and drove away. That was all in about two minutes.
We
(Annie and I) then walked to the barn, went in the open-door front, turned to
the left; the ‘far side’ of the barn and... came upon... there... the ‘broken
barn cupboard' she’d 'found’. I...
Knew
that what I “SEE” was not a “THAT”.
It was a ‘once’ ‘built in’ corner cupboard that had the bottom door
‘there’ but ‘off’. The top of the
cupboard was ‘always open’; it never ‘had a door’. It had been ‘built in’ ...somewhere... once. I was quick to configure that... and
that
“FOUND”
means Annie FOUND this cupboard... pretty close to where it “IS NOW” at the far
left ‘front’ of the ‘barn’. She
‘drove around’ in a ‘car’ like my mother’s so... “she didn’t load this
somewhere”. I could figure. Also... the cupboard was ‘too good’ to
have been “FOUND” any other way... or place... than “IN” the “FAR BACK” of the
Anabranch
Pester Farm’s... “OLD”... barn
Where,
for some historic reason... IT
“HAD
BEEN PUT BACK THERE”
After
‘being taken’ “OUT” of ...perfectly obvious to my sweet seventeen self... the
“OLD HOUSE” that was the center of the Anabranch Pester
Farm
On
the hillside top... looking west... at the White Mountains... near Sweden,
Maine.
I
offered, as the minutes ticked by, ‘twenty-five dollars’.
“IT’S
BROKEN YOU SEE?” Annie said.
“Yes.”
I said
I sold the cupboard; the eighteenth century built-in corner cupboard from the original homestead house of the (Anabranch) Pester Farm... inclusive of I promoting that sale by lying the cupboard down in my family’s barn yard to “SHOW” the “FROM THE COAST” “antiques dealers” the... BURN MARKS
Underneath the shelves
In the top section of the cupboard
Where the candles... when set in the cupboard... “BURNED” the ‘underside’ of the shelf above it; ‘little burnt spots’ (“you can’t miss them: They MUST be there” and ‘always are’).
“Oh aren’t those wonderful!” and... he and his wife ‘bought it’.
Do I look back on all of this right now and ‘wish’ that ‘no way’ did I sell that?
Of course.
But that “THAT” is ‘part of this’ TOO.
I sold ‘it’ for one hundred and twenty-five dollars.
I ‘made’, I figured, ‘one hundred dollars less twenty for hauling it around’.
I made ‘eighty bucks’ the first time I visited the Anabranch Pester farm
In the late nineteen sixties.
Ralph
Waldo Emerson was never heard quoted at the Anabranch Pester Farm although
‘Branch’ verbally fumed ‘self reliance’.
‘Branch’ never quoted Whitman either. That I know of.
Nor Hawthorne. Annie had a
red letter “A” on a blanket... she kept neatly folded on the porch swing on the
front porch of the front addition, circa 1830, of the farm. I am confident that I am the only
person who ever connected that “A” with Hawthorne and that connection was for
no other reason than it being a big red “A” before my eyes and that following
on an eight grade English class forced reading of ‘that book’.
At
this point-in-time... of the blanket on the porch swing, I did not notice then
(age seventeen) but did shortly discern (by age twenty-two?) that a ‘center’
Greek Revival ‘pillar’ of this porch attached to the front of the ‘front
addition’ ‘circa 1830’ of the Anabranch Pester Farm was ‘gone’. Not therefore ‘missing’. I discerned. IT was TOO ‘in the barn’; down the far left side to the rear
‘leaning up’. That’s the way it
always was for every one of my visits to the
Anabranch
Pester Farm
Until
Branch
and Annie’s granddaughter ‘sold it’; the ‘missing’ pillar.
One of Branch and Annie’s
daughters... eventually... ‘took over’ “the farm”. SHE had two daughters ‘there’ ‘too’. One of those daughters... eventually...
‘took over’ “the farm... TOO. She
has two sons. And lives there (the
Anabranch Pester Farm) NOW. When
her mother sold the pillar ‘missing’ from the front porch, she and her mother
had no connection that this ‘thing’ ‘went to the farm’. By the time anyone else who ‘would know
that’ discovered this had happened, it was ‘too late’. The pillar was sold, and resold, first
in Maine. Then in
Connecticut. Then on 26th
Street in New York City where it was ‘carried off’ to be ‘displayed’ by
‘collectors’ in their ‘loft’. It
is still known to ‘have come from a farm in Maine’. I have been told.
By the picker who ‘picked it’.
And sold it.
Annie
was “one hundred an one” it is said when she died in 1986. She ‘got the antiques bug’ as early as
1955 she claimed. To me. She had two kinds of antiques... at her
home... of the Anabranch Pester Farm.
Kind one was the “THINGS” she “FOUND” in her travels locally to “EVERY
SALE”. Kind two was the “THINGS”
she “FOUND” in the Anabranch Pester Farm.
This second group was divided by things “I LIKE” and things “I DON’T
LIKE”. That was the ‘schooling’
that went into her ‘antiques business’.
The ‘kind one’ ‘things’ were always... and only... “things I like”.
She
was ‘inclined’ to ‘keep’ most all of the ‘things I like’. And she would sell ‘most all’ of the
things she ‘I don’t like’.
Therefore... and to my careful notice, ‘things’ Annie ‘found’ in the
farm that she ‘does not like’ were the best antiques ‘she got’ ‘ever’ and ‘does
not know’...this. I was not the
only one who ‘knew this’.
Although
other... at first usually older... men... who were ‘of antiques’;
‘antiquarians’ (pickers)... ‘went there’ (“picked”) (the Anabranch Pester Farm)
AND even ‘knew Branch’ well enough to... stand by his pig pen with him and,
too, ‘scratch the hog’s back’ with ‘a stick’... TOO... I... became a regular
‘stop by’... TOO. Branch avoided
me and... I avoided his daughters.
Annie... in her antique bug... gathered. And gathered.
This gather... for the most part... did NOT appeal to ‘other’. I... on the other hand... and
persistently “doing” the coastal flea market(s) “NOW”... ‘could use’ ‘stuff
like that’ soooo... “You two get along fine in your trades don’t you”. Said Branch. To me. That was
good for twenty years. By that
time Branch had died and... Annie was ‘moved out of the farm’ and died. Too.
The
‘one of her daughters’ ‘moved in.
And ‘cleaned up’ and ‘cleaned out’ and ‘throw out’. This last was ‘sort of’: She... for the most part... ‘put it
(this throw out) in the barn’. The
‘farm’ no longer ‘farmed’. The
barn no longer ‘barned’? WELL...
its DOOR became the ‘where you park your truck’ if you ‘are a picker’ “JUST
GOING BY”. The ‘piles’ in the barn
were an unstated ‘permanent yard sale’... at the
Anabranch
Pester Farm.
This
daughter spawned two daughters.
They became ‘teenage’ while I ‘JUST GOING BY’ the “BARN”. Then they, too, ‘grew up’ and... their
mother, too, “getting old”.
Too. Soon one of these
daughters ‘moved in too’ ‘with her husband (“HE’S A NICE GUY YOU KNOW”):
Farm
truck
Ball
cap
Camo
pants
“Bow
hunting”
“Black
powder deer”
Church:
“ONE
OF THOSE CHURCHES”.
School?
“HOME
SCHOOL”
Boat
Summer
Camp
“UP
TO”.
He...
always watched me.. in my dealings... of my backed up truck... with ‘her
mother’... ‘at the barn’... until she died. Can’t say that I’ve been back since then.
I
bought the EAPG from the ‘house cupboards’ starting with Annie who I doubt ever
drank from an EAPG goblet in her life.
The ‘glassware’ ‘come out’ of ‘the house’ “pretty right along” as Annie
‘cleaned out’ the “I don’t” from the “I do” (“like”): The old New England glassware... in the home. She didn’t get ‘all of it’ out ...in her
lifetime. IT TOOK A TASTE for
‘plastic’ and (“CONWAY” [NH]) box store design innovation too: Yeah... we all remember when ‘North
Conway’ was NOT and ‘outlet’ destination... do we not? WELL ANYWAY, they’d go over there and
‘get’
“FOR
THE HOUSE”.
That
“HOUSE?” (Part Twenty-Five) was now... becoming “ONCE WAS” the ‘Anabranch
Pester Farm’. “THE BOYS ARE
GROWING UP AREN’T THEY. GONNA GO
OVER TO Meredith (NH) TO SEE THE GRAVE DIGGER”.
Then
they showed me “THE PICTURE” (photograph) of ‘the boys’ and the ‘Grave Digger’.
They’re
‘keeping that’.
It’s
‘not for sale’.
And...
In the Anabranch Pester Farm
There ain’t much else left ‘you’d
call antique’ ‘in there’ ‘anyway’.
I
do
Still
have some of
The
old New England glassware (EAPG)
I
purchased
In
the (that) home
It’s
“out in the barn somewhere... I’m pretty sure”.