Here are three snapshots of my life in Monroe Bridge. The first two are of the old James Ramage Paper Mill. Here is where my father worked for many years. It was the town as long as it was alive and active. In the first picture, the mill hugs the Deerfield River, as water was its blood.
I remember, as a child, when the green paint was applied to those now old walls in the second picture; also, you get a peak of Monroe's bridge. It was said that the name, Monroe Bridge, came from the delivery of mail in the past. The mail came in on the train which ran on the track on the other side of the bridge; the stop was originally called Monroe's bridge. Over the years, you guessed it, it came to be known as Monroe Bridge. To still find that green paint when the mill has been silent for so long ...is comforting in some odd way.
The third picture is of Harriman Station. This is the station that I worked out of during my summers in college. The New England Power Company employed many of us college kids as summer help. We reported to this station in Readsboro, Vermont, just across the border of Massachusetts. It was here where I was first exposed to hard labor, a full day's work and the NEPC legend, Fred Look. Someday I will share my interactions with the legendary Fred Look.
Memories come flying back whenever I stumble on old pictures of the past. Today, I share some of these with all of you. Enjoy!
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Mr. Bouvier,
I was just on the school website and am very interested to know if you are in need of another Fine Arts teacher with a degree in Studio Art and a minor in Art History? I would like to be in a Christian Environment and was impressed with Westminster.
~Kelly Joyner
klyabe@hotmail.com
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