Blossomberry Farm
The Downeast Ramblers in 1962. In the background is Blossomberry Farm, outside Norwich, Vt. WCD spent a great deal of time as a Dartmouth undergraduate here, drinking hard cider and playing blues and folk and bluegrass and being around some of the most interesting people he has ever known.
The Downeast Ramblers during the same period. Musicians like Jim Kweskin, John Hammond, Bill Keith, and Jim Rooney regularly came up from Cambridge to hang out and play music. Keith & Rooney opened for Joan Baez at her Dartmouth winter concert in 1961, her first major appearance outside Club 47 in Cambridge. They were staying out at Blossomberry Farm and there was a blizzard and they had to make their way into Hanover through 10-foot drifts of snow. The silence that hushed Webster Hall when Baez came out on stage and began to sing is remembered with awe by everyone who was there. 
Sue Klinck, musician, artist, auto mechanic, pig farmer, motorcycle rider. The women -- dare one say, in these ideologically rigid times, girls -- who floated in and out of Blossomberry Farm seem now like the nymphs and dryads  of ancient myth. Looking back, one recalls Proust's wonderful sentence: "I thought her very beautiful, still rich in hopes, full of laughter, formed from those very years which I myself had lost, she was like my own youth."
Another picture of Sue, working on the changes for "Banks of the Ohio." Her husband Sterling was banjo player for the Downeast Ramblers.Years after the community broke up, WCD wrote a song called "Blossomberry Farm" in memory of those days that are gone forever.  The beginning, as he recalls, is "The pigs was in the kitchen / The corn was in the barn /The fiddles they was tunin' in the hall/ Jonny was a little drunk / But he didn't mean no harm / At Blossomberry Farm in early fall." The rest escapes him.
Sterling Klinck (banjo) and Jack Tottle (mandolin) at the Williams Folk Festival in 1960. Sterling graduated from Dartmouth a couple of years before WCD arrived, which was lucky because Sterling and Sue then moved out to Blossomberry Farm to give us all a home away from home. Jack was still a student at Dartmouth when WCD was there. He went on to become a great bluegrass musician and songwriter. You can buy his latest CD by clicking here on the cover:

This is not Blossomberry Farm but the Dwarfy House, which may be regarded as its metaphysical annex. It was built by Jack Carson with his own hands when he dropped out of Dartmouth and went to live in an undisclosed location outside Hanover. It was sort of like Thoreau at Walden. Jack bought the land for $200 and spent $800 on lumber and other materials. It got passed on to Dave Petraglia, who was the guru and loremaster of WCD's group of friends. The Dwarfy House was another part of their secret world.
The thing about the Dwarfy House is that it didn't have stairs leading from anything to anything. The living room bedroom was the first floor, and then there was this ladder leading up to the kitchen on the second floor, and from there you could get up to a sleeping loft under the eaves, where you could hear the wind howling during blizzards and feel safe and warm until morning.

This is the Dwarfy House as it exists today. WCD recently made a pilgrimage to its undisclosed location to see if it was still there. It is still there, but now it is not in the remote woods but on a dirt road lined with fancy summer places built by city people who come up to Hanover to be rustic in the summer. When WCD made his visit, the Dwarfy House itself was up for sale for an astounding amount of money ($105,000) because it is now on a road with fancy summer places that cost similarly amazing sums. It is a long time since we drank hard cider and played "Cocaine Blues" and went to bed up in the sleeping loft when the snow was coming down heavy on the roof.