My family loved the Inn. I remember staying there a couple of times in the 1950s on the way back from Camp Winape in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. Around the corner and on top of a hill is the Bennington Monument marking the Battle of Bennington against the British forces that came down from Canada during the Revolution in an effort to quell the rebel uprising. Seth Warner was the Commander of the Greeen Mountain Boys. General John Stark came over from New Hamphshire with over 1000 men to help out. I discovered some lovely young ladies at Bennington College in the 1960s, most, but not all, were starving for male companionship to compliment their studies in physiology and social chemistry.
The Inn was absolutely haunted on Sat 24 May 1975. I sat outside that evening. A cat across the street in the church cemetery screamed. It sounded like a human baby. No one would've walked the 30 feet to the cemetery to check it out. Gosh, I just remembered something that was lost to time. Someone had given me a cigar that day and I borrowed my stepfather's lighter and smoked about two puffs before retiring. I heard the ghost in the middle of the night and so did my mom and stepfather. Very eerie. Very clear. Only part of the hotel could still be used in 1975. Local town council hated hated hated it, but it was on the Registry of National Historic Places. Touch a stick of it and it's Leavenworth bound.
My parents and I stayed the night at the Waloomsac Inn on Saturday night 24 May 1975, the day I graduated from Holderness College Prep school after 3 years there. Suddenly adulthood and total freedom had been unexpectedly foisted on me. It was not a good feeling. The prep school kicks you out a week earlier than the underclassmen and just says fuck you, thanks but get lost, get a job, read between my fingers.
The reason why it doesn't sag is because it's brick under the clapboards as far as the extensions. In that shape, the added sections would've been down a long time ago.
I was born in Bennington and raised in Hoosick Falls, NY. Beautiful place. I'll be back in May! Thank you for this video.
My family loved the Inn. I remember staying there a couple of times in the 1950s on the way back from Camp Winape in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. Around the corner and on top of a hill is the Bennington Monument marking the Battle of Bennington against the British forces that came down from Canada during the Revolution in an effort to quell the rebel uprising. Seth Warner was the Commander of the Greeen Mountain Boys. General John Stark came over from New Hamphshire with over 1000 men to help out. I discovered some lovely young ladies at Bennington College in the 1960s, most, but not all, were starving for male companionship to compliment their studies in physiology and social chemistry.
The Inn was absolutely haunted on Sat 24 May 1975. I sat outside that evening. A cat across the street in the church cemetery screamed. It sounded like a human baby. No one would've walked the 30 feet to the cemetery to check it out. Gosh, I just remembered something that was lost to time. Someone had given me a cigar that day and I borrowed my stepfather's lighter and smoked about two puffs before retiring. I heard the ghost in the middle of the night and so did my mom and stepfather. Very eerie. Very clear. Only part of the hotel could still be used in 1975. Local town council hated hated hated it, but it was on the Registry of National Historic Places. Touch a stick of it and it's Leavenworth bound.
This place always amazes me. How is it still standing?
My parents and I stayed the night at the Waloomsac Inn on Saturday night 24 May 1975, the day I graduated from Holderness College Prep school after 3 years there. Suddenly adulthood and total freedom had been unexpectedly foisted on me. It was not a good feeling. The prep school kicks you out a week earlier than the underclassmen and just says fuck you, thanks but get lost, get a job, read between my fingers.
The reason why it doesn't sag is because it's brick under the clapboards as far as the extensions. In that shape, the added sections would've been down a long time ago.