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After All By Phil Pothier ..................................................3

January 1952 By Clifton J. (Jerry) Noble Sr .....................4

Where are they Now? Bob Newhart By Elaine Aubrey ..8

Get Ready for a Super Year! By Jeff King ................10

Vermont Covered Bridge By Arlaina Cicilia Agee ...12

Southwick Scouts Summer AdventuresBy Charles DiStefano ....................................................14

Grace on Winter’s Glaze By Michael Dubilo ..........16

Cows Out By Steve Snow ............................................18

New England Temperature Conversion By Unknown .20

Southwick 2040 - Focusing on the FutureBy Marcus Phelps .........................................................17

Bulletin Board ..............................................................22

Classifieds ...................................................................23

I have been drawing and painting all my life. In the past 20 years, I have concentrated on watercolor. I love it’s transparency and the depth I get from layer-ing. I am an avid hiker and get much of my inspiration for my landscapes from my hikes. “Quiet Woods” was inspired by my hike through Mary Edwards Pre-serve, in West Granby, CT.

Judith Bayliss Southwick, MA


Judith Bayliss


By Phil Pothier

For many years I have complained about the snow,

That I don’ t like the cold I’m sure you know!

And yet this year I feel I must be fair.

So I will look to see what good is hidden there!

The cold does make me shiver and complain.

And yet I do survive with little pain.

And somehow from the comfort of my home.

I do not feel a mighty urge to roam.

I look across the meadow toward the wood,

I see a doe and fawn, and it is good!

The birds fly ‘round the window to be fed,

A barn owl hoots as I prepare for bed.

When morning breaks I find a great surprise,

For in the night the snow has filled the skies,

And all the ugly dirt and autumn’s scars

Are covered, and now gleam beneath the stars.

The icicles soon hang from every tree.

The beauty fills my soul with ecstasy

I’m safe and warm, so why should I decry

The Master’s glorious hand that fills the sky?

No canvas painted by the hand of man

Could e’er compare with winter’s beauteous span.

And so I’ll stop complaining, Don’t you see?

I’ll treasure what the Lord has given me!


By Clifton (Jerry) Noble, Sr.

My mother, Minnie E. Noble (whom I had nicknamed “Hester”) and I had lived in our remodeled country schoolhouse since April 30, 1949. We still got along without electricity and depended for water on the ten-foot-deep well I dug. I was 26. Hester was 65.

My position of Survey Party Chief in Greenfield’s District 2 of the Massachusetts Department of Public Works involved plenty of paper work to keep me busy outside of 40 hours a week. I also sawed and chopped wood for the stove at the wellhouse. Thus we attended only Sunday evening ser-vices at the Advent Christian Church in Westfield where mother’s brother, Ralph W. Emerson was an Elder etc.

Arriving home Sunday evening, January 6th, Hester remarked that she had not seen her friend Edith Turner for serveral days. Edith had moved into a third floor room in the five-story Profes-sional Building, at 80 Elm Street. Beside its

front central stairwell this largest business block in Westfield had an elevator which didn’t always stop level with the floor when the door opened. The “Five and Ten” and the “Green Store” occupied the ground floor each side of the lobby. There was a bowling alley on the top floor.

In the spring months of 1942 before graduating from high school at age 16, I took afternoon shorthand lessons from Mrs. Day who ran an evening business school on the sunny side of the second floor. I always bounded up the stairs being too im-patient to wait for the elevator.

That Sunday night, January 6th, was frigid. The seven-by-ten-foot house I had built over my well across Herrick Road had a chimney so I started a fire in its stove to keep the pump from freezing. The night was clear and light from Westfield re-flected on high clouds outlining Mount Shatterack to the east

We heated old fashion, solid flat irons and wrapped them in flannel to warm our beds. By nine o’clock I took my flat iron and lantern to my attic bed room. My bed was just getting warm when I had what must have been a vision. On a build-



Top and right, Westfield firefighters fighting the blaze at the Professional Building,

January 1952.

Jan 2012


ing’s upper floor I was urging a frail old lady to follow me along a corridor toward a back door. Smoke billowed and flame raced along edges of the dry wood floor. I thought of the fiery furnace and Shadrach, Meschach, and Abednego as I led my compan-ion out to a fire escape. “Now you’ll be all right,” I told her, and the vision faded.

I knew our oil stove was all right and was reasonably sure that the wellhouse stove was properly dampered, but worry persisted. My flat iron was far from cool, but I made heating it up an excuse for going downstairs. I glanced out the east win-dow to see if the wellhouse were okay. Of course it was. But the sky over Mount Shatterack was particularly bright.

On the 5:30 news Monday morning we heard by our bat-tery radio that the Professional Building had been gutted by fire first reported at 9:15 p.m. We phoned to inquire about Edith Turner. Some thought she had been staying with friends. Hes-ter and I discussed whether we could make room for her in our tiny schoolhouse. After two weeks she was still among six per-sons unaccounted for. Smoldering rubble and collapsing walls hindered searchers, but January 27 the remains of Edith Turner were found underneath what has been her metal bed.

After three bangs which shook the entire building fire broke out on the third floor and spread quickly through stair-well and elevator shaft. Inquests finally credited overheated electrical wiring as the cause. (This disastrous fire missed by one day the sixteenth anniversary of the “electrical fire” which destroyed the Van Deusen Inn.)

From my diary, January, 1952:

Just before we finished our survey in Amherst, 19-year-old Gregory Chase came to work in my survey party. He had a ten-week appointment. Sunday, January 14, he went skiing in Vermont with Bill Clarke and friends. He tried a slope which was too fast and treacherous for his limited skill and broke his collar bone. Bill took him home to Newburyport.

For a week I had John S. Kelleher as rodman. He is one of the sons in the Kelleher (construction) Corporation of South Deerfield. He hired on with the Department while the company takes winter vacation. However, we had to spend a few days in Westfield. He didn’t like the long commuting distance so is back with a party up north.

January 26, 1952, Saturday. Last week I got Gene W. back. He does better about getting to the job on time. He and wife Charlotte now have baby Barry Eugene. Gene had good Christ-mas pictures of baby and family. His Ansco camera with flash attachment is like my pre-war Agfa. Both are “Pioneer” models. Current price is $7. Mine was $3.

California is giving another Junior Civil Engineer exam this March. Bill Clarke has also applied to take it. Bill is en-gaged to marry Irene Rhodes whom he met at the church in Florence. She works in a Northampton insurance office. They are looking to buy a place in the country. They heard of a place in Montgomery. It turned out to be O’Donell’s Main Road red house which is insured for $12,000. Bill is prepared to pay about $2,000.

Hester and I went to the town caucus. All names had to be written on the ballot. Hester did that all right but forgot to “X” them, so her ballot couldn’t be counted. Someone else did the same thing.

There is still unpleasantness about the valuation of Mr. O’Donell’s property. The whole town is assessed for about $300,000. State people say it could be assessed for $700,000. Mr. O’Donell claims it should be assessed for $1,000,000. He has a good income from his Holyoke liquor store. The tax rate might go down for a year if assessments went up, but an increased source of revenue might tempt O’Donell Democrats who may win office to spend recklessly.

Walter Allyn is my late father’s cousin. His brother-in-law, Benny Flynn, died last Tuesday. The funeral was Thursday. Walter put our name with theirs on the card for flowers. We went up last night to pay our share. Selectman Milo Cushman stopped in to leave ballots for Town Meeting. Milo asked if I would help count votes after Town Meeting, and I agreed.

Professional Building at 80 Elm Street, Westfield in 1919.




By Elaine Adele Aubrey

A recent article in our local newspaper showcased comedian Bob Newhart, now in his 90’s, with a tribute to his 50 years in show business. While I was read-ing about him, I remembered how this man could make me laugh no matter what role he played. Usually it was the way he delivered a line, that hesitation and the slight stammer and that deadpan delivery. Well it turns out the stammer was real and one he dealt with all his life. So he used it to his advantage, by incor-porating it into his routines and later in his roles. We may not

Bob Newhart

have realized it but he knew what he was doing, right?

Newhart’s life started out just as regular as the next guy. Born in Oak Park, Illinois in 1929, he studied “management and accounting in college before he was drafted in the U.S. Army during the Korean War serving stateside.” After his honorable discharge he worked as a copywriter and it was there he enter-tained himself with long telephone calls to a co-worker about funny “absurd scenarios”. He didn’t realize this pastime was the beginning of a career. We should all be so lucky.

Newhart eventually went into stand-up comedy where he used these “phone calls” as his stage routine. He recorded the calls on audition tapes and sent the tapes to radio stations. It got him noticed and at age 30 he used this success to became a stand-up comedian in nightclubs. And those audio releases brought him to the attention of a new record company Warner Brothers Records. Of course Newhart signed a contract with them. His album “The Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart” became #1 on Billboard Charts for 14 weeks. It won him a Grammy Award for Album of the Year and another for Best New Artist still today, he remains the “only comedian to ever double-dip in those categories.” Was he a Lucky guy? How about a talented guy? It was no surprise that television and films came next.

Newhart made a movie “Hell is For Heroes” where he played an army company clerk who broadcasts misleading ra-dio messages to the enemy lines during World War II. It was described as a “comic role in a dramatic film”. It turned out to be a great casting choice.

In the 1970’s and 80’s more films followed - “Catch-22”, “Little Miss Marker”, and “First Family”. More films followed. In 2003 the movie “Elf” offered Newhart a role he “jumped” at the chance to play. He was Papa Elf to a human baby (Will Ferrell) he adopts and raises. As the movie roles continued in between the television shows Newhart added voice-over work to his resume.

You must remember Newhart’s NBC television show “The Bob Newhart Show” .On this series he played a psychologist surrounded by a “motley crew of eccentric co-workers and friends who had as many issues as his patients.” The show won the Primetime Emmy Award for an Outstanding Comedy Series. I’d like to see this one on the TV Land channel.




What about the series “Newhart” where he had the role of a New York writ-er who moves to Vermont to become an innkeeper. From interviews with the cast, the set was described as “riot-ous”. The show ran from 1982-90 with a wacky bunch of characters. The show ended with one of “TV’s all-time top finales”. That finale was the idea of Newhart’s wife Ginny and sorry, I can’t give it away here. Newhart received three Emmy nomi-nations for his role. Again, TV Land channel anyone?

Newhart earned an-other Emmy nomination for his multiple-episode guest ap-pearances on television’s ER. He played an architect who goes blind and commits suicide. Pretty heavy stuff for a come-lately stand-up comic, right?

Over the years he guest starred on many TV shows but his most recent appearances on “The Big Bang Theory” added new humor. Newhart played a former children’s science TV host professor. It was an addictive addition to the show and since the viewing public wanted more, he appeared numerous times during the period of 2013-18. Of course it won a Primetime Emmy Award. When the spin-off “Young Sheldon” was cre-ated Newhart voiced the character in the show. It proved his worth, and that his talent was appreciated by all.

Another remarkable part of Newhart’s life was that he “guest-hosted the Johnny Carson Show 87 times, the Dean Mar-tin Show 24 times and the Ed Sullivan Show 8 times.” Very busy man, this Bob Newhart but he made time to receive the Kennedy Centre Mark Twain Prize for Comedy. Did I mention he has a Star on the Walk of Fame for Television? I have to add he was inducted into the Television Academy Hall of Fame. Oh there is an award list for Bob Newhart, and it’s very long, just full of Life Achievement Awards, a Grammy for Album of the Year, Peabody awards, an Emmy, Best Actor in a Drama Series awards and on and on. No matter the length of the list, every award was right-on and well-deserved.

As busy as Newhart was with his career, he built a private life as well. He met his wife on a blind date arranged by Buddy Hackett. Virginia (Ginny) and Bob have been married for 59

The Bob Newhart Show Cast. From left to right. Carol Kester Bondurant played by Marcia Wallace, Bob Hartley played by Bob Newhart, Jerry Robinson played by Peter Bonerz, Emily Hartley played by Suzanne Pleshette, and Howard Borden played by Bill Daily

years and he insists that hu-mor keeps it all good. Their four kids, two boys and two girls agree and “have great senses of humor” as well. The Newharts also have 10 grandchildren. I’d say it’s a life well-lived for sure.

The Newharts spent years in California, and Ve-gas, but the Internet isn’t much help as to where they now live. There is mention of them selling their house in Los Angeles and there is another site referring to Evanston. It could be that he has returned to his roots and now lives in Evanston, Illi-nois but I couldn’t confirm the info. It’s enough to say that Bob and wife Ginny are enjoying their retirement and as to where are they now, maybe retirement is kind of a “place” to live.


Parade Magazine, August 21, 2022

BobNewhart biographyIMDB


Get Ready for a

Super Year!

Happy New Year! I want you to wake up every morning and say, “God is going to amaze me in 2023. God is bringing every-thing together. God knows what I need and how to get it to me.”

I think about what happened to a salesman named Jamie. Jamie knocked on a door in Twin Falls, Idaho, hoping to sell a vacuum cleaner. A woman named Andi answered the door. She said, “Oh, man, we can’t afford a new vacuum. My husband is on disability.”

She explained the whole thing: Her husband, Paul, had been waiting for a kidney transplant for more than a year. The prob-lem was that Paul had type O-positive blood, so he could get a kidney only from someone of the same blood type. None of their friends or family members was a match.

“I’m O-positive,” the salesman said.

“Would you consider being tested to see if you could be a donor to Paul?”

Jamie said he’d think about it. He went to his car and prayed. Then he called his wife and his father, who was a doctor. “I just feel this is something I’m called to do,” he told them.

A calm feeling came over Jamie. He hadn’t even met Paul. He knew nothing about him other than the fact that they shared a blood type and Paul might die if he didn’t find a donor.

Jamie knocked on the door again. This time, he wasn’t sell-ing he was giving.

“I’ll do whatever I can to help,” he said.

Wouldn’t you know it? Jamie and Paul were a perfect match. Jamie wound up donating the kidney that saved Paul’s life.

Here’s the point: God knew what Paul needed, and He knew how to get it to him. And the same thing is going to be true for you.

Lesson 1

God knows what you need, and how to get it to you.

Paul never would have dreamed that a door-to-door sales-man might save his life. Who would ever think that God would send a vacuum cleaner salesman to donate a kidney?

See, so often we limit our thinking. We think we’ll never turn things around. We’ll never overcome our problems. We don’t have the connections, the talent, or the money. But the problem is that we tend to look for answers only in the natural world. We forget that God is a supernatural God. And just be-cause we don’t see a way doesn’t mean that God doesn’t have a way.

You may be impatient: “Jeff, if something doesn’t happen soon, I won’t get out of debt until I’m 122 years old.” Or: “Jeff, I don’t see how my business is ever going to get off the ground in this economy.” You may not see how it could happen, but that’s okay. God has a thousand different ways to turn things around for you. God knows what you need, and how to get it to you.

I read about a church that was nearly done with a major building program, but they needed $2 million to complete the project. The pastor was encouraging the congregation, just chal-lenging them to do their very best. In passing, he said, “If God were to give you the money to pay off this project, how many of you would do it?” In other words, there’s no pressure. But if God was to provide, would you make a commitment to give? One young woman named Stephanie raised her hand. She said, “I don’t have the money. But I’m willing to give it to the church if somehow the money comes to me.”

Well, wouldn’t you know it! Several days later, Stephanie’s best friend called and told her that she’d been awarded millions of dollars from a major lawsuit settlement and she wanted to give $2 million to Stephanie.

Stephanie was blown away. She said, “You are an answer to prayer! I know exactly what I’ll do with this money. I’m donat-ing it to my church to finish that building.”

A few days later, her friend called her again. “You know, I really feel like I’m supposed to give you $2 million,” she said. “So, if you’re giving that money away, then I’m going to hand you an additional $2 million just for yourself.”

Wait, it gets better! A few weeks after that, Stephanie’s friend got a call from her lawyer. “The judge made another rul-ing in the same lawsuit,” her lawyer said. “The other side has to pay penalties and interest that means you will receive an


additional $4 million!”

My friend, that is God outdoing Himself! When all was said and done, Stephanie was blessed. The church’s building was paid off. And her friend didn’t lose a penny!

But notice, it all began when Stephanie made an all-out commitment to God. When the pastor said, “If God gave it to you, would you give it?” She could have thought, Aw, I don’t need to raise my hand. I never get any good breaks. That will never happen for me. No, Stephanie was bold. As an act of faith, she said, “Lord, I believe.”

Lesson 2

You don’t have to figure it all out.

All you have to do is believe.

Remember Abraham and his wife Sarah in the Old Testament? God promised Sarah a child. At first she didn’t believe it. She thought she was too old. I love what God said in Genesis 18:14 “Is there anything too hard for the Lord?” God says to each one of us: “Is there anything too hard for Me?”

Do you think that your dreams are too big for God to manage? Do you think that a relationship is too far gone for God to restore? Do you think you have to live under the power of that addiction the rest of your life?

The Amplified Bible puts it this way: “Is there anything too hard or too wonderful for the Lord?” Sometimes we hear stories of supernatural blessings, and we think, That’s just too good to be true. A friend gave you funds to pay off a building project? Somebody you didn’t even know gave you a kidney? Our down-to-earth mind says, No way. That’s impossible. But notice what kind of amazing God we serve. He said, “Is there anything too wonderful for Me?” He’s saying, “If you’ll take the limits off Me, I’ll amaze you with My goodness.”

God wants to give you some of those “Who would have thought?” blessings. They are not your average “I made it through” blessings. God’s dream is for you to say, “Who would have thought this would be my best year yet? It was supposed to be a down year. How about this one? Who would have thought I’d feel so healthy when the medical report says I’m not even sup-posed to be here?” You might as well get ready. God has some of those “Who would have thought” blessings coming your way!

Lesson 3

God wants to amaze you with His goodness.

“Well,” you say, “Jeff, I don’t see how that could happen for me. I don’t see how I could ever get out of these problems. I don’t see how I could ever turn things around.” Here’s the key: You don’t have to see how. That’s not your job. Your job is to believe. God has all kinds of ways to bring your dreams to pass. He has ways you’ve never even thought of. That’s why it says in Prov-erbs, “Lean not on your own understanding.”

Sometimes there is no logical solution. Sometimes there is

no natural way out. If you constantly try to figure it out, you will just get frustrated. Eventually, you’ll get discouraged and just give up. Again, understand this: Just because you can’t see a way doesn’t mean that God doesn’t have a way.

One of the stories I love to tell the most is the story of little Lindsay. Lindsay wanted a kitten. She kept ask-ing her mother week after week for this kitten. But her mother didn’t want any more pets around the house. She said no to her daughter’s dream again and again. But this little girl was so determined, she kept asking month after month.

One day she said, “But, Mommy, what happens if God really wants me to have a kitten?”

Finally, out of frustration, the mother said, “Listen, honey. If God gives you a kitten, I’ll let you keep it. But we’re not buying one.”

Well, Lindsay didn’t know any better. She went out in the backyard, got down on her knees, and said, “God, I’m asking You to please, please give me a kitten.”

When she finished praying, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a kitten drops out of the sky and lands right in front of her. The mother could not believe her eyes. She thought she was seeing things. There was no tree overhead. It looked like the kitten had just fallen from the heavens. Lindsay picked it up and said, “Look, Mommy. God gave me my kitten.” Mom just stood there dumbfounded, in disbelief.

Several months later, she learned what happened. The neighbors who lived behind her and two houses down were try-ing to get this little kitten out of a tree, but it was too tall for the man to reach with his ladder. So, this man got a smart idea. He tied a rope to the tree, and he hooked the rope to his pick-up truck. He started slowly pulling the pick-up forward to bend the tree over.

Just when he got the tree bent low enough to reach the kitten, the rope broke, and the tree acted like a slingshot. It shot that kitten three houses down and it fell right at that little girl’s feet. The man felt terrible. He thought it was dead. He didn’t know that he’d just answered a little girl’s prayer.

God works in mysterious ways. Now that little girl can say, “Who would have thought God would have rained down a kitten from the heavens?”

My friend, God is in control of the universe. He is directing your steps, causing you to be in the right place at the right time. He knows what you need, and he knows how to get it to you. He can cause a salesman to knock on your door and give you a kidney. He can cause a friend to call you and pay off a mortgage. He can rain down a kitten from the heavens.


A curious feature found in Westfield’s Stanley Park is it’s Goodrich Bridge. It is an authentic reproduction of a Vermont covered bridge which underwent a rough and uncertain start to it’s existence almost 140 years ago. The bridge also stands as a monument to one man’s youths

spent in his native Vermont.

In 1852 an unknown bridge builder built what came to be known as the Bridge at the Green in the town of West Arlington, Vermont. Before long it suffered a terrible fall. Except that amazingly it did not shatter to pieces. Yet strangely enough, it was deliberately pulled apart only to be put back together again. Finally, over 100 years later it gained distinction as the only covered bridge entirely within the state’s borders to be copied elsewhere.

Considering it’s history, enduring long enough to be copied was a feat in itself. “Shortly after the bridge was built a freshet undermined the abutments and toppled the bridge over on it’s side. In this shape it was used for several month before being righted.”

Nov 1989


However, because of it’s weight, straightening it up proved to be impossible without undertaking the monumental task of dismantling and reconstruct-ing the 80 foot long and 17 l/2 foot wide structure on it’s original site. To ensure that it would never fall again it was tied to the banks by sturdy iron rods. Still in use, it is situated just off of Route 313.

In 1965 Foster Goodrich, presi-dent of Stanley Home Products, who grew up near the Bridge at the Green, commissioned Goodrich Bridge to be built in 180-acre Stan-ley Park. As a copy of the Vermont bridge it recalled to Mr. Goodrich pleasant memories of his early years spent near there.

Built by Omer Joadin, 40 foot long and 8 foot wide Go-odrich Bridge serves exclusively as a foot bridge overlook-ing a duck pond. It’s two trusses consist of large boards pinned together diagonally providing exceptional rein-forcement and forming the characteristic lattice work of the Town lattice truss design which enabled it’s original to

remain intact even after tumbling into the Batten Kill River. Hand-hewn wooden pegs were used in it’s construction making it an entirely wooden structure.

Because of it’s strict adherence to traditional modes of construction the Connecticut River Valley Cov-ered Bridge Society authen-ticated the reproduction and named and dedicated it as well on September 79, 1965.

Today visitors to Stanley Park can see Goodrich Bridge at any time