We
began to notice the difference shortly after entering Bellows Falls from the
south on highway 5. We had left the town of Brattleboro, where we were based
during our recent visit to Vermont only a brief 30 minutes ago. Though the
towns are only 20 miles apart, it is much more than distance that separates the
two.
Brattleboro,
like most small New England towns has its history and has attempted to
capitalize on that history while encouraging modern growth. That it has done
that successfully is shown in the downtown area where the old stands alongside
and merges with an eclectic, urbane, cosmopolitan atmosphere reflected in its
buildings and inhabitants. Much of the literature available at the welcome center
and chamber of commerce stresses the existence of a “sizable and hip artist
community.” Walking the streets it’s not difficult to equate the town’s culture
with parts of Boston located only 100 miles to the east. Brattleboro speaks of
a past and a present. Bellows Falls whispers only of the past.
The
new arrivals needed housing which resulted in an explosion of three, four and
even five-level square multi-family buildings being erected throughout the
town. Most of these still exist today in various states of repair or disrepair.
In this photo is a house where our grandparents lived in 1917 - 1918.
Bellows
Falls was a healthy and vibrant if somewhat raw community but all of that
changed abruptly when the paper mill decided not to deal with a labor strike
and instead closed its facility. That closure had a mushrooming effect and
before long the Bellows Falls immigrants were forced to look to other communities
for employment. In our grandfather’s
case he moved to Windsor to work at the Cone Machine Company, and it was here
that our father was born. For reasons we can only guess at the family moved
back to Bellows Falls two years later.
Beside
the economic woes in 1918 an influenza epidemic ravaged most of southern
Vermont. Our grandmother Teofila was one of its victims. She died on October 26,
1918 at the age of 25 but not before giving birth to three sons. For me one of
the biggest highlights of this visit was the moment we discovered her grave
marker at St. Charles Cemetery in Westminster Vermont. We were also able to
locate most of the houses they lived in; the church they attended and the
factories grandfather worked at.
This
is the Bellows Falls square today. There is a different clock tower; the
streets are paved and the hoop skirts and horses are gone but our grandparents
would have recognized it. And they probably would have noticed the lack of
activity. Walking main street in Bellows Falls is like walking through a
museum. It feels like a representation of what used to be. There is an
occasional person on the street and a car passing by. There is a Subway
restaurant and a couple of other small businesses open, but the feeling is that
they are the reluctant ‘last blooms’ on the tree among the many vacant store fronts and are waiting to fall. The
welcome center was closed on two consecutive days and no one we asked could
tell us when it would be open. Even the people in the businesses we entered
seem to be just going through the motions; showing little interest in their
visitors.
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