Saturday, August 23, 2014

My Long Lake Stroll to Long View Lodge

Venita with Owlshead Mt in background



      Although my sister and I always meet at the old Post Office, now The Antique Store, my first picture this morning was of her with Owlshead Mt. in the background. We are on Deerland Road.






 

Long View Hotel
 

     Here we are at the historic Long View Lodge. Sadly, this magnificent place has had a tough life. It burned down in 1929 but was rebuilt and did a fabulous business for years. Recently it fell into disrepair. Today, new/old people(they used to own the Long Lake Motel) have purchased it and are bringing it back! I was impressed by how nice the new owners were. One of the relatives who was doing much of the work took the time to show us around.
     This is a historic spot where Benjamin and Lavonia Emerson first built the Long View cabins and hotel turning them over to their sons in 1900. Years later, their daughter then granddaughter, Ruth, would run the hotel. Jim, Ruth, and Frank McIntyre are the grandchildren and have shared with me some wonderful recollections of living there.
                                                                                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                                      



The Burnett House
 


     This was Joseph and Mary Burnett's house. They raised thirteen kids in there and Mary was midwife for Jim McIntyre who was born across the road in the Long View Hotel. It has been beautifully restored by Big Ed and now is opened to tourists.
 
 
 
 
 

 We are now passing a piece of the old Carthage Road, which became Deerland Road. The road is named Emerson Road because they owned
all of this property at one time.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Below is the wonderful brook I played in as a child. It ran down Mt. Sabattis between the Lakeside Lodge and Days Green Harbor, and in the spring I awoke to the magical sound of rushing water crashing against the rocks. Before me, in the 1800's Mr. Lamos had a shingle mill right here.


 
 Here is old Elsie and Pete Jensen's place when I was a kid. They were fire watchers on Owls Head in the summer and frequent patrons of my father's bar in the winter. It has been remodeled by Betty whose husband, Jack, was the son of the feared and loved Prof. Hughes.
     Signing off for this segment. See you on my next walk.


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