Forty years we had the old smoke stack. When Lew and his friend Eric set up a crude sugar shack on Birch Hill in Stowe in the mid-seventies, a friend of Eric’s parents fashioned a stack for them in trade for syrup. It moved with the arch (salvaged forty years ago from a field on the Percy farm) to the original Nebraska Knoll sugarhouse with its cathedral ceiling and then thirty yards to the current sugarhouse. On cold boiling days the neighbors warmed their hands by holding them close to the old stack.

 

No one would choose to replace a smoke stack this tall more often than every forty years. Missing is a photo of the crew on the roof, clearing the cupola of snow and ice.
No one would choose to replace a smoke stack this tall more than once every forty years. Missing is a photo of the crew on the roof, clearing it of snow and ice in preparation for dismantling the stack.

 

Good riddance to the old stack.
Good riddance to the old stack.

 

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Section by section.

 

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At the end of a long, grubby day the crew could look up and see what they had accomplished. Sugaring work is like that.

 

 

 

 

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