The historic Leonard’s Grain Mill had its share of stories

Very little remains of Leonard’s Grain Mill on North Main Street. Even the few oldtimers who were familiar with it would be hard pressed to point out exactly where it once stood. The mill ceased operations about 1950 and was taken down after the 1955 flood. The old wooden dam remained for a few more years, but today all that can be seen of it is a straight line of stones across Still River.

The dam location is adjacent to the Winsted sewage plant just before Still River comes in contact with Route 8 North, and the mill itself was between the road and the river bank. Due to the highway widening that took place in the early years of the 21st century, the land where the mill actually stood has been removed.

As you look at the river at this point, it is obvious that there is very little pitch, thus the fall of water was not sufficient to drive either an overshot or undershot wheel, and as a consequence the mill used a turbine, which was a small wheel in a horizontal position. Even though its diameter was only about 4 feet, it was still powerful enough to cause heavy vibrations if allowed to be “opened up.”

I was there once when there was nobody else around, and the miller, Clarence Osborn, showed me how the power was redirected from one wheel to another, and how the speed was adjusted for the different types of grain. Bakeries in particular were quite particular as to the fineness or coarseness of the grain that went into their products, and so the miller knew how each customer was to be served.

Perhaps I asked him what would happen if both wheels were to be engaged at the same time, because he actually went over to the long bar that acted like a clutch, controlling whether or not the stone wheel went into motion and how fast it went.

He had no more than engaged the second wheel when the entire interior of the mill was filled with an unbelievable volume of dust that must have been accumulating for quite a few years. Immediately placing the long pole in the neutral position, he explained that if left on for very long, the entire building would probably fall down into a heap of broken lumber.

We had to go outside, in front of the mill and let the dust settle, and while standing there, right next to Route 8, a northbound auto pulled over to ask directions. These poor, unsuspecting travelers, didn’t know it, but they were about to be treated to a unique experience, one that I’ll bet they remember yet, if they are still around.

Clarence was one of those rare characters who had a knack for telling stories, which in this case came in the form of travelling directions. He had plenty of opportunity to ply his story-telling skills, as the mill was just far enough out of town that a driver felt safe to slow down without the chance of affecting the car following, and the open space in front of the mill afforded one of the first safe opportunities to pull off the road and get directions north.

You have to keep in mind that although road maps were available in those wartime years, they hadn’t been around before the early 1930s, and not everyone used them. Enter the local character, whether he or she was a farmer, a service station worker or in this case, a miller, and supplied not only directions, but sometimes a lot more.

This particular day the question was how to get to New Boston. Now you don’t have to be a long-time resident of our area before you realize that you don’t need either a map or directions to get from Winsted to New Boston, just go straight along Route 8 and you’ll get there.

Clarence, who spoke in our old dialect, somewhat like that of a Down Easter, hitched up his overhauls and leaning on the passenger door, proceeded somewhat along these lines: “You go straight ahead about a half mile. At that point you will be at a crossroads with a blacksmith shop on the right. This is Nelson’s, and the crossroads are called Nelson’s Corner. Don’t pay any attention to this, just go straight on through, and in about a quarter of a mile you will see a fine field of corn right alongside the road; go right past this and before long there will be a sign telling you that you are entering the town of Colebrook.

“Keep on going and in another mile or so you will come to a bridge crossing a river. This is the Sandy Brook Bridge in Robertsville, which is a part of Colebrook. Right after you cross the bridge there is a big dairy farm straight ahead. This is Homer Deming’s farm, one of the best there is in these parts. Go right on by….”

He kept this dialog up all the way into New Boston. Remember that Colebrook River was still intact, and he navigated them past the ski jump, Eurley’s farm, Bill Geddes’ garage and a whole lot of long-departed potential destinations.

I often wondered what those folks thought when they arrived in New Boston, which they most certainly did, as it was virtually impossible to miss it. If they forgot the directions, I hope they remembered the old mill, because in all likelihood it was the most picturesque thing that they saw that entire outing.

The finished product of the mills in those days was generally put in 100-pound bags, some muslin, others burlap, depending on the grain. The men who worked at the Leonard Grain Co., located next to Northwest Bank at the east end of Main Street, dealt with not just the product of the mill on North Main, but also what came in on freight cars.

I doubt that there are many if any at all today who could match the physical strength of some of these men. Most have passed on by now, but Elton Godenzi is still around, and Elton could unload a boxcar carrying four bags at a time from the car to the awaiting truck. He would pick up one under each arm, and a helper would load each shoulder, then he would walk 30 or 40 feet and drop his load on the truck.

We didn’t stop to rest, either; you rested while driving from the railroad car to the warehouse behind the store on Main Street. This pace was kept up until the boxcar was empty. Canadian bailed hay also came into town via the train, and these put to shame anything that was produced locally, as they topped 140 to 160 pounds each or more, held together with bailing wire (haywire). The strongest man I think I have ever seen, old Earl Roraback, used to handle these using his fingernails! He would stack them over his head, too and wouldn’t stop until every bale had been placed.

All that is gone now; there are no more local gristmills, no millers, and nobody asks directions any more. When I buy an occasional bag of bird seed or cat food, I smile to myself when I see folks struggling with 50-pound bags. If they only knew what they have missed!

Bob Grigg is the town historian in Colebrook.

Latest News

A new life for Barrington Hall

A new life for Barrington Hall

Dan Baker, left, and Daniel Latzman at Barrington Hall in Great Barrington.

Provided

Barrington Hall in Great Barrington has hosted generations of weddings, proms and community gatherings. When Dan Baker and Daniel Latzman took over the venue last summer, they stepped into that history with a plan not just to preserve it, but to reshape how the space serves the community today.

Barrington Hall is designed for gathering, for shared experience, for the simple act of being together. At a time when connection is often filtered through screens and distraction, their vision is grounded in something simple and increasingly rare: real human connection.

Keep ReadingShow less

Gail Rothschild’s threads of time

Gail Rothschild’s threads of time

Gail Rothschild with her painting “Dead Sea Linen III (73 x 58 inches, 2024, acrylic on canvas.

Natalia Zukerman

There is a moment, looking at a painting by Gail Rothschild, when you realize you are not looking at a painting so much as a map of time. Threads become brushstrokes; fragments become fields of color; something once held in the hand becomes something you stand in front of, both still and in a constant process of changing.

“Textiles connect people,” Rothschild said. “Textiles are something that we’re all intimately involved with, but we take it for granted.”

Keep ReadingShow less

Sherman Players celebrate a century of community theater

Sherman Players celebrate a century of community theater

Cast of “Laughter on the 23rd Floor” from left to right. Tara Vega, Steve Zerilli, Bob Cady (Standing) Seated at the table: Andrew Blanchard, Jon Barker, Colin McLoone, Chris Bird, Rebecca Annalise, Adam Battlestein

Provided

For a century, the Sherman Players have turned a former 19th-century church into a stage where neighbors become castmates, volunteers power productions and community is the main attraction. The company marks its 100th season with a lineup that blends classic works, new writing and homegrown talent.

New England has a long history of community theater and its role in strengthening civic life. The Sherman Players remain a vital example, mounting intimate, noncommercial productions that draw on local participation and speak to the current cultural moment.

Keep ReadingShow less
google preferred source

Want more of our stories on Google? Click here to make us a Preferred Source.

Reimagining opera for a new generation

Reimagining opera for a new generation

Stage director Geoffrey Larson signs autographs for some of the kids after a family performance.

Provided

For those curious about opera but unsure where to begin, the Mahaiwe Theater in Great Barrington will offer an accessible entry point with “Once Upon an Opera,” a free, family-friendly program on Sunday, April 12, at 2 p.m. The event is designed for opera newcomers and aficionados alike and will include selections from some of opera’s most beloved works.

Luca Antonucci, artistic coordinator, assistant conductor and chorus master for the Berkshire Opera Festival, said the idea first materialized three years ago.

Keep ReadingShow less
BSO charts future amid leadership transition and financial strain

Aerial view of The Shed at Tanglewood in Lenox, Massachusetts.

Provided

The Boston Symphony Orchestra is outlining its path forward following the announcement that music director Andris Nelsons will step down after the 2027 Tanglewood season, closing a 13-year tenure.

In a letter to supporters, the BSO’s Board of Trustees acknowledged that the news has been difficult for many in its community, while emphasizing gratitude for Nelsons’ leadership and plans to celebrate his final season.

Keep ReadingShow less
A tradition of lamb for Easter and Passover

Roasted lamb

Provided

Preparing lamb for the observance of Easter is a long-standing tradition in many cultures, symbolizing new life and purity. For Christians, Easter marks the end of Lenten fasting, allowing for a celebratory feast. A popular choice is roast lamb, often prepared with rosemary, garlic or lemon. It is traditional to serve mint sauce or mint jelly at the table.

The Hebrew Bible suggests that the last plague God inflicted on the Egyptians, to secure the Israelites’ release from slavery, was to kill the firstborn son in every Egyptian home. To differentiate the Israelites from the Egyptians, God instructed them to mark their doorposts with the blood of a lamb. Today, Jews, Christians and Muslims generally believe that God would have known who was Israelite and who was Egyptian without such a sign, but views of God’s omnipotence in the Abrahamic faiths have evolved over the millennia.

Keep ReadingShow less
google preferred source

Want more of our stories on Google? Click here to make us a Preferred Source.

google preferred source

Want more of our stories on Google? Click here to make us a Preferred Source.