Gleanings from the Turners Falls Reporter (1872-1922) the Farren
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Farren House – Grand Trunk Gleanings from the Turners Falls Reporter (1872-1922) The Farren House/Grand Trunk Hotel July 3, 1872 -Farren Hotel Company.―At a meeting of this Company held on Tuesday last at the Farren House, when the following officers were elected:―B. N. Farren, Pres. Wendell T. Davis, Treas. B. N. Farren, Alvah Crocker, Rector L. Goss, and Robert B. Campbell, Directors. July 24 Farren Hotel Company B. N. Farren . President Wendell T. Davis . .Treasurer N. P. Browem . Landlord of Farren House -Another step toward the City of Turners Falls is the establishment of a new National Bank, to be called the "Crocker National Bank of Turners Falls" with a capital stock of some two hundred thousand dollars. A room designed for the purpose of being rapidly fitted and furnished in the Farren Hotel, and as soon as completed the bank will be organized and ready for business. No more promising location for a new bank can be found in Western Massachusetts. It will prove a great convenience to our business men and a help to the growth and prosperity of our village. R. N. Oakman, Jr., Deputy Collector in the Custom House at Charleston, S. C., will probably be elected cashier. A Savings Bank will be established at the same time and place. So from a "howling wilderness" of three years ago we are fast becoming a business centre, and three years more of reasonable prosperity will put Montague far in advance of any other town in the county in population, business and valuation. The town is comparatively free from debt, the rate of taxation is low, the finances are managed with prudence and economy and strong investments are offered to business and monies to men to settle with us. July 31 The "Farren House" Is situated at Turners Falls, in Northern Massachusetts, upon the "Tunnel" line, midway from Boston to Saratoga and Schenectady. Here the Connecticut River, New London Northern, Tunnel and Vermont and Massachusetts railroads unite in sight of one of the most beautiful cascades in the world. If it lacks the grandeur of Niagara's cataract, it is more than made up by its surroundings. The Turners Falls Company, who seem to do everything well they undertake, wisely, as we think entrusted this whole matter to Bernard N. Farren, Esq., and prominent as the gentleman stands for his ability to properly execute everything which he undertakes, this hotel, of his planning and bearing his name adds more to his credit than either his famous Tunnel contract or the demolishment of Fort Hill, in Boston. The hotel is situated on elevated ground, is bounded by Avenue A and Second Street, and is three stories with French roof, tower and cupola; its parlors, dining rooms, office and sleeping rooms are large and airy, commanding complete views of the lovely Connecticut River and the surrounding mountains on all four sides. The upper rooms are supplied with water forced up from 1 Ed Gregory 10.2019 Farren House – Grand Trunk the Connecticut River, while the purest spring water for ordinary use is to be found in all the lower. It is furnished with baths and all other modern appliances. Turners Falls is one of the most charming spots in New England. There the disciples of Ike Walton can troll for the Muskalange, or sail for miles upon the river. There the votaries of old Nimrod can hunt to their heart's content for foxes, raccoons, and the like; or, if enterprising by a two hour's ride can reach the base of the Hoosac mountains, where in primitive forest they can hunt the lynx or bear. There the student of Geology, basking in the northern Massasoit, can find the tracks of defunct animals, sufficient to demand the use of all his intellect to his heart's content. There "Wrapt into future scenes the land began." But, oh dear! The talk of rocks brings the mind's eye upon the fearful reality, and all our pleasant sojourn with Judge Davis and his family, at the "Farren," has gone in thin, invisible air! So here ends the first chapter. From the Springfield Republican, June, [1891] "Crockerville" or Turners Falls in 1891 It was many years ago, that a hoyden1 river ran, (It demurely leaned and broadened, as a river only can, With a sort of liquid chuckle, by the lazy haunts of man;) And straightway in a quiet place, unquiet plays began. With quip and quirk, and rippling smirk, and robst' rolls burst of glee, Adown the rocks, in countless shocks, it plunged in jubilee; And shyly curlst, or wildly whirlst, in maddest melody. As fast a sight of mirthful might, as one would care to see. As a little nurseling, sliding from its mother's lap and care,― With her necklace, caught in tangle of its glossy golden hair, Might play at mimic marbles, with the glinting jewels rate, With a savy comprehension in its archly guileless air. So, as slowly rolled the ages, this river every hour Turned and caught the jeweled secret of its (word obliterated) pow'r, In a curving close coquetry, with the wild and winding shore. Where some cautious scholar, haply, conned its Indian legend o'er. That was many years ago, But it found not eye here; If great Rome, as wise ones say, Was not builded in a day, Twenty years of bloom and show, Many little Romes can grow. Swift, about this little nook, In the mountain's breezy crook, From the Northland, rushing down, With a shiver, rock, and frown, Now, the wild (word obliterated) Finds besides the walls to grow on, Finds besides the hills to show on, Steeple, roof, and gable brown, Of a fair and prosperous town. 1 Boisterous, bold and unruly. 2 Ed Gregory 10.2019 Farren House – Grand Trunk Built by Col. Alvah Crocker. Turners Falls, they called it once; Now, the [richest] village dance, Romes, if you ask it name, States to now from whence you came; With a flattering gleam of pride, Wiggles slowly to your side, Answers―aloud with a will― "[Take that, its ere at] Crockerville!" "The F. B. V. M. depot's there, End o' Farren's hotel square; Folks say―ye climb up that thar hill, Just whar the stream's a little wider And look down onto Crockerville. It 'pears jes like a squirmin' spider, The critter's body is the town. So kind n' plump and sort o' brown; And all them railroads spread about, The critter's legs, a' sprawlin' out. "Crocker planned them roads and paid, First, for every rail 'twas laid; Then to hev a depot made, I tell ye stranger, let yer hand, Thar's no more railroads in the land, Such as Col Crocker planned. "What ye bin sir? Ye haint knowed, How this [conty] city growed! That there house with the gold knocker; That's the house o' Alvah Crocker; There's a street has got his name,― Lot o' buildings with the same. "Yis, you bet―by Knickerbocker! The place is sort o' crocked with Crocker; He's the leader, so to speak, Of a sort o' top-crust clique. "That there hotel 'cross the way? Farren built it, and they say, Th'aint no better place to stay― No finer structer to be found, Though ye search the country round. "Judge Davis―he loves on that street, Where them biggest buildins meet; He's one of the Col's cronies too; He used to stop ev'ry year o' his life, With his [poaty] gal and his jolly wife, 3 Ed Gregory 10.2019 Farren House – Grand Trunk At the "Farren House" the summer through, But that wuz when the place wuz new. "An now (word obliterated) three, as I have said,― Farren, Davis, an 'Crocker 't the heads; They live here sir, for sartin truth, In a sort of a kind of eternal youth; They own the place―at least the most on't, And they've got money, my stars; a host on't. Their names are spattered so, all around, They've got a pretty familiar sound; But, sir, there's a naught to say agin 'em, For they have got the right stuff in 'em; If they are rich, they're gin'rous kind; Poor folks bless 'em with one mind. "Pay me for my time and information; Bless my stars! In [sakes]! Creation; Why, I don't want no better pay, Than to hev ye listen to what I say, An I jus as soon stan' an' talk all day, Nan says I can work my tongue with a will, If I only git goin' on Crockerville, I see, ye're anxious to be goin'; While I've bin talkin', town's a bin growin', Good-bye―It's a fact, I can't keep still, When I git praisin' Crockerville. -They are going to lay a thirty foot pavement in front of the Farren House in a few days. -L.P. Whitney has been "tew busting,"[sic] and has returned with a new stock of watches, chains, rings, pins, studs, sleeve buttons, and other articles of jewelry, as well as a whole host of fancy goods. We would say to parties in town who may need a good watch, or in fact any article in his line, that they can procure the same at as low prices at Whitney's as anywhere else in the State. His trade is constantly increasing, and the simple reason is that―he minds his own business, uses his customers well, and is satisfied with a fair profit on his goods.