Hello you crazy friends (and friends we have yet to meet) and thanks for stopping by. 2018 is set to be a huge year for Harrybrooke Park. Below is our NEW Newsletter. We are going to try to do them quarterly this year and if possible, monthly. If you'd like to receive our newsletter electronically or via good ole USPS, drop us an email and we will make that happen! If you'd like to be featured or to be a sponsor of it, LET US KNOW we'd love to have you on board!
"I don't have time."
"We have just so much going on."
"They don't need OUR help."
We all know the excuses and some are truly justified. We don't argue that. People say it all the time. But let's help break down where we are as a community and why the number 168 should matter to anyone. Grab an old fashioned piece of paper and a pen ... I'll get to that in a minute.
Last week, I had a young woman approach us and say "Something in my life has been missing and I would like to volunteer at the park." Heartwarming words and I know that we can deliver and help her find that family and friendship right here in the park. SO many of our volunteers are finding us in their 30's, 40's and 50's because life is moving fast and they wanted to be a part of the community. Part of ... something.
When I was a kid, my parents were always involved in 100 things. March of Dimes, Scouting, the firehouse, the lodge ... this list goes on and on. I was raised in a family that gave to the community so it was never an options, we just did. I didn't realize until years later that this wasn't "normal" for most families. I firmly believe that is what's missing in MANY lives in ANY community and that's the feeling of involvement. Yes, we are all busy but I don't have any more time than you do, and you have no more time in your life than your neighbor. 168.
168 is the number of hours in a week. 24 times 7 equals 168. Ok big deal, I can do math right? So here in an exercise for you to do. Grab that old fashioned piece of paper and a pen (or pencil, go really old school number 2 pencil) and write "168" at the top. Now write the word "sleep" ... under that "eating" ... "work" ... and so on for every activity that you do each week. A row for bathroom or hygiene. I want you to account for your day. TV time. Walking your dog. Account for every hour of the week. When you're done, add them up and subtract from 168. The overwhelming majority of people cannot account for 25-40 hours of their week. That's a massive amount of time.
Now ... what do you plan to do with the time you just found? Do you want to exercise more? A great idea. Do you want to learn a new language or take a college course? You can! You are finding time! You are LITERALLY MAKING TIME! Ok, so what if you took 2 or 4 hours/week and helped out in the community? Rewarding. Making new friends. Finding new interests.
We become a better and safer community when we work together to do so. There are MANY non-profits in town. MOST of which would love a phone call or an e-mail saying "how can I help?" Walk the dogs at Animal Welfare? Hand out flyers for a fundraiser? Plan an event? We all enjoy the help.
There is a peace found in giving of yourself for the betterment of others. Our park (yours and mine) requires about 10,000 hours of community volunteers to help us keep it looking good and feeling safe. We would love to be just one of your 168 ... or of your 672 (4 weeks or a month) if you'd like to come outside and be a part of what I feel is the greatest gift ever given to our town's people.
Volunteers aren't paid because they're worthless but because they're priceless. Would you like to be a friend of Harrybrooke? We love new friends.
When Frank Harden built what is now Harden House Museum, it was no whim. Frank lived in NYC and wanted an escape. He wanted a getaway into the country that would remind him of where he grew up, in Northern Ireland. He searched NY, NJ and into CT and all over New England. He refused to settle and then was shown this property along the Still River here in New Milford. The property was that of the Golembeski family and had been used as farm land, but only a part of it. The rest was swampland and quite unusable. Frank didn't see it that way. He saw opportunity. What sold him most on the property is in this photograph taken by Tom Allen of New Milford this past week. The bend of the Still River at the falls (referred to as the Great Falls or Elbow Falls) reminded Frank of Ireland, which was where he grew up as a boy. If you visit it today, aside from the condos through the trees, you might say the same. Back when he made the purchase, Frank could see only a couple old barns in this same location. They likely had belonged to the old Still River Iron Works, but overall it has the feel of old Irish country.
Frank purchased the property and built the house to view the Elbow Falls. The house was built by HH Taylor and Sons, here in New Milford and completed by 1942. The New Milford Times featured a front page story featuring the Hardens' house on April 30, 1942 as it was almost completed. What I love is how this was a simpler time where people could read a story about a home on an estate. It's truly a wonderful story.
This hidden area of the falls was not well known to anyone in Lanesville or any of New Milford but can now be seen any day of the year here in Harrybrooke Park. Frank built a weekend estate off of the beaten path and today, we are still considered by some to be the "Hidden Gem" of New Milford.
The great poet Robert Burns lays claim to the poem and certainly Guy Lombardo made it popular. For those who don't know who those to men are, please leave this page and google. They are truly iconic individuals. Anyway, it's the song that is sung at every New Year's celebration. Seriously. Even if you don't know the lyrics, they're on the TV, the radio, they're everywhere. It's actually pretty funny because it's likely the most famous song that no one knows the lyrics to. People mumble through them because some are old Scottish words and people have no idea what they're saying or what it means.
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne.
On old long syne my Jo,
On old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On old long syne.
When good people come and go in your life, it is worth it to take a moment of time, raise a glass and remember those that should never be forgotten. It's not necessarily about friends who have passed away by any means. What the meaning translates to is "Days Gone By."
Personally I can picture Mr. Harden toasting Mrs. Harden here in the museum with a glass of champagne. Celebrating the days gone by and the wonderful life they lived that landed them here in Harrybrooke Park. A gentle kiss and a sweet embrace followed and they would give thanks to the joy of their private estate and discuss how much they loved it here in the country.
So this year, let us reflect on the days gone by of not just 2017. Let us reflect on the good times enjoyed over the years here in Harrybrooke Park. The joggers, the photographers, the picnics over the years, the parties held on the grounds, the weddings, the quiet walks of contemplation ... and the pure joy that IS Harrybrooke Park.
I like to think that Mr. Harden, with his childhood spent in Ireland, would have had this blessing memorized and might say it to his guests:
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields.
Blessing for a bountiful 2018.
Welcome and thank you!
Welcome to the new website for New Milford's "Hidden Gem." We are excited to launch an updated and revised site for everyone's benefit. The timing is wonderful as this becomes a Christmas present for all who use the park year-round. You will find many new features to this site and we thought we'd review that for you a bit so that you can check it out.
Welcome, and thank you!
The blogs are written by our park Executive Director, Billy Buckbee. Some call him Mo but he's the guy with the beard you see around the park.