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Our Own Forest Oasis

Our Own Forest Oasis

A Woodstock, Vermont summer storm is brewing. Dark clouds swiftly move in, darkening the ever-present blue skies our town’s famous for. The scents of the green sweetness of the forest and the earthiness of mountain soil, envelope your surroundings. Your entire being is entranced. You regress to your childhood, to the porch, to the hammock, to your twin bed right by the window. Flowing white curtains, your dog under the bed, the hint of freshly laundered crisp percales cozied up to your chin. The screen door blowing in the wind to a three-quarter beat - the peepers singing a symphony for...

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The Backyard Barbecue

The Backyard Barbecue

The place? Woodstock, Vermont or for that matter, any Small Town, USA. It was always a warm virgin summer day when they all gathered. They came in the Chevy station wagon, rode their bikes, carpooled with the uncles who had a van, or just skipped along that cement sidewalk  - all following the waft of the family barbecue. Summer was announced. Everyone was happy. Under the afternoon blue skies, with the host house nearby, we heard the murmur of family gossip, the clink of a horseshoe, a kazoo resonating while a marching little kid dodged adults and picnic tables forming...

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The Scents of a General Store

The Scents of a General Store

Ignite your senses…. evoke memories… embrace your emotions… be seduced. Perhaps this sounds like a marketing campaign for a new fragrance? Could this fragrance be coined from Woodstock's own general store: FHG for him - strong, reliant, savvy, woodsy…FHG for her – intelligent, worldly, feminine, independent? The creation of a bottled scent for F.H. Gillingham & Sons, Vermont’s oldest same family run general store? Follow us through the truest sensory experience you will ever embark on! You are either blessed to live in our beautiful village or fortunate to be a New England traveler. The next time you arrive at...

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Trip to the produce stand

Trip to the produce stand

Early in our New England history, corn had a noticeable presence in the colonial diet. Additionally, native pumpkins, squash, beans, and peas, alongside wheat, barley, and oats were grown to nourish our founding families. Colonial family gardens often contained both herbs (parsley) and vegetables (lettuce, carrots, spinach, turnips). In the north, farming produced less than in our southern New England counterparts because of a compromised growing season and poor soil. Local Vermont merchants journeyed to urban areas to hand pick fresh produce for their stores, offering an abundance of fresh options for families in our area. The railroad, of course, played...

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Home.

Home.

Ah…beautiful Woodstock. Mesmerizing even during a rainy, spring season. The whiff of greenness, dewy leaves and buds – misty air enveloping one’s soul, glimpses of blue sky introducing a smile and sigh with an overwhelming feeling of contentment. This is home.  We are so fortunate to live in these parts of New England, having made the choice to live in this “country” village that so many others flock to for a week, weekend, or day’s reprieve. In essence, the attraction is instantaneous: a precious pace of life within a place filled with both antiquity and luxury. Mind you, not the...

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