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Celebrating a 250-Year-Old House | Mary's Farm

Celebrating a 250-Year-Old House | Mary’s Farm
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The rise of the fields’ soft curves, the seasons of the hay, the broad reach of the old apple trees, the long-blooming rosebush on the split-rail fence, the in-your-face view of Mount Monadnock, the brilliance of the night sky … These are just some of the aspects of the beauty that brought me here.

It was never the house.

I knew that if the house had been in better shape, I never would have had the opportunity to buy this property. But, as it was, I joined with my neighbor, Anne Howe, to save this pre-Revolutionary New Hampshire farm from development. She bought most of the land and put it into conservation, and I bought the old house and the fields that surround it. A done deal, 15 years ago. The house, they told me, had been built in 1762, and the long, if incomplete, history of this farm was used to help fight a major highway the state was threatening to build across its fields. Peeling away layer after layer of building materials gave us information and, finally, the glorious sight of its frame, its skeleton, its bones. The splinters of its timbers, protected as they were by those coverings all these years, were almost as if fresh from the adze. For more than 12 years, the house underwent a gradual transformation into the place I now call home.

At first I didn’t know that this house was originally the work of one man. About six years into the job, I learned his name: Benjamin Mason. I often thought about him and his family, living here under what must have been sometimes severe circumstances–no roads, no neighbors, no town. So on I went with that morsel of information, still more interested in where I was going than in where the house had been. But after the job was more or less completed (it’s never over), I realized that pretty soon, the house would turn 250 years old–quite an achievement for a house. Many early houses burned down or were abandoned and fell into their foundations. As well, when I first bought the house, it needed so much work that many people, including two architects, advised me to tear it down and start fresh. I know this is the fate of many old houses. So the fact that the house was still standing seemed well worth celebrating–as were the recent changes I’d made. The house was ready for one heck of a bash. When my neighbor Anne heard of my plans to honor the house’s anniversary, she offered to help. We set a date for summer 2012.


As the year approached, I began digging in the archives to find what I could about Benjamin Mason, who came up here from Sherborn, Massachusetts, to what is now Dublin when he was 45, bringing with him his wife and their five children. I discovered a man I wish I’d known.

I already knew from working on the house that Benjamin Mason had been a master carpenter and timber framer, but I discovered that he was also the framer of most of the houses in this neighborhood (none remain standing) and of the old Dublin meetinghouse (a rock marks its place). He was also one of Dublin’s first three selectmen (the house was built before the town was incorporated), a builder of roads (including the same one I now call “the road home”), a town constable, and a leader of the Dublin church choir.

Finally, I learned that he was an acrobat. Dublin’s town history said of Benjamin Mason that he “was distinguished for his agility, fearlessness, and self-possession.” But reading further in the Mason family register, I found this: “He was a man of uncommon agility and once, having raised the frame for a barn of ordinary size, he walked the whole length of the ridge-pole upon his hands, having no other support, his feet in the meantime upended in the air.” I tried and failed to imagine such a thing, hoping as well that it was the barn here (since removed) where he’d performed such a stunt. History being what it is, I’m free to believe that.

I was well aware that I hadn’t rescued this house all by myself. There were so many people to whom I owed a debt of gratitude, oh so many, for jobs big and small. So we carefully crafted our guest list and selected the appropriately sized tent (let’s just say Barnum & Bailey would have found it adequate). My sister would fly in from Washington State not only to join the celebration but to help get it ready. As well, my six cousins planned to come from all points. It was suddenly dawning on me that hosting more than 100 people for lunch on my lawn would be no small endeavor.

We asked the Dublin General Store to bring us some good food, and I would augment the feast with baked beans, a few salads, and the famous family iced tea. In the archives, I’d found a recipe for ketchup from one of the early Mason residents. I had a lot of big ideas about how to make this a memorable event. I was even thinking about fireworks.

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