Helen-Chantal Pike

It’s early March and the water level is low behind Samuel C. Moore Dam, the 178-foot-high earthen barrier in the Northeast Kingdom that holds back the Connecticut River. So low, in fact, that hikers walking across the muddy shoreline are puzzled by stone fences and smooth tree stumps  Read More 

By Robert E. Pike
Vermont's Northland Journal
July 2013

It was bittersweet to find this unpublished profile of my great uncle, the man Dad generously credited with stepping in to raise him when Dad's own father, and Uncle Harl's widowed brother, left his three children to be raised by the family on the old Pike homestead in Upper Waterford.

I had only known my great uncle as an ancient man with legs bowed at the knees from arthritis, from the epitaph Dad had carved into his tombstone in Glenwood Cemetery in Littleton, NH, from the stories of the Herbert kids who had the advantage of an extra grandpa as their next-door-neighbor, and as the man to whom Spiked Boots: Sketches of the North Country is dedicated.

When Vermont's Northland Journal put out a call for farm stories, I took Dad's 7,000 words and pared them down:

Just as the Boston & Maine Railroad was about to promote Harley Pike to engineer and give him his own engine (the dream of every fireman), he was called back home to the family farm in Waterford. His old parents told their only unmarried son that if  Read More