At the turn of the 19th Century, Pulitzer-Prize winning poet, Robert Frost, lived on 23 acres in rural Derry, NH for 11 years. The Robert Frost Farm has seen many transitions over its 130-odd years, but the decade it held the Frosts has been preserved with the help of NH Bureau of Historic Sites and the guidance of Frost's eldest daughter, Lesley.
I chose a terribly hot July day for this visit, and brought along my adventurous friends Meredith Martin, and her granddaughter, Zoe. Our tour began inside with a small portrait room and information area.
Without my large family in tow, I imagined our visit focusing on history and literature- two loves- rather than my usual adventure. But I was struck at every corner by the powerful bond our family's hold on us, whether a hundred years ago or today....
Frost Farm raised chickens, as evidenced by this workroom, complete with a two-seater indoor latrine (not pictured, but it's on the left, beside the seed bag)!Our guide was a 20 year old man who learned his trade from his father. Both men take turns leading groups through an hour-long tour of the house, telling stories non-stop about the lives of the Frost family. A few of the items in the home are original to the Frost home, but most are authentic pieces chosen personally by Lesley Frost Ballantine in the 1970's to restore the property to how she remembered it as a child. Each room held a memory, not just of the Frost's, but my own. My husband's family owns a generations' old farmhouse in North Amherst, MA. The smell of the wood planks is familiar and comforting.
This was one of my favorite spaces on the tour, because of how plain and serviceable it is. Every item has a purpose, and is kept within easy reach. Yet the lovely dinnerware is almost framed in its cabinet, truly functional art.
Our knowledgeable guide was Will Gleed IV, who has been leading tours with his dad, Bill, since he was 17. His stories were wonderfully entertaining, especially this tale which Robert Frost would share of eavesdropping on his neighbors on the 'party-line' telephone. The local phone book is an original from the early 1900's and holds the Frost family number and address.
This sitting room was often used by the children for their lessons. The large slat-recliner chair brought me again back to my family. My late father-in-law snuggled all of my children in his similar Morris chair, which was an anniversary gift to his parents a generation before. Frost loved the chair so much that he had one brought to each of his homes, even the ones in England.Sensibilist' (a being who felt a great darkness in the world and a great need for inner and outer defenses), and an Environmentalist. He had a passion for nature and little patience for society. He also adored his family, and the years he spent at the Derry farm became so important to him after he left, that he credits most of his inspiration to those years.
Hyla brook, named by the Frost's for the peepers (genus Hyla), which inhabited the brook every spring. An unmarked trail leads past the apple tree and field to follow this brook.
It was so easy to imagine the Frost children playing I-Spy, like my friends and I did, to glimpse this basking frog. The water was pure New Hampshire - filled with tannin from decaying oak leaves.
At one point the trail crossed Hyla Brook, giving Zoe a chance to cool her toes...have I mentioned that it was hot that day????
At the end of our tour, which took about two hours or so, I stopped to watch the butterfly's visiting this lovely garden cared for by the Derry Garden Club.It was extraordinary for me to be in a position of observing relationships, rather than experiencing them (remember, I have five children!). It was such a pleasure to share this visit with Zoe and Meredith, watching them listen and explore. Then to witness the strong bond between father and son as Will Gleed IV professionally guided our tour, with his dad calling out corrections or adding snippets of information. Will would like to be a storyteller someday, which he is thoroughly suited for, and his dad is writing a book about the Frost's. Then, to experience the world of Robert Frost, not just in his language, but in his kitchen. To touch his wife's original soapstone sink, remembering the same sink in my own kitchen as a child in Worcester, MA. To walk on his creaky floors, the same floors in my husband's childhood home.