A Visit to Robert Frost’s Farm

A Visit to Robert Frost’s Farm

I love to visit historical sites. I’ve always loved studying history, everything from ancient Greece to the revolution and beyond. (I even minored in history in college!) One of the many great things about New England is how full of historical places it is. This is the place where the country really started. The place where we started a new nation full of inventors, scientists and poets. Robert Frost is one of the most known and loved of all the famous poets in America and abroad. Most people know at least one of his poems such as The Road Not Taken or Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, some of which were written at Robert Frost’s Farm!

Getting to Visit the house that Robert Frost used to live in was a really great experience. Getting to see the kitchen where he would sit and write his poetry or the grounds he would walk as he became inspired really created a connection to the old New England poet. Robert Frost’s Farm is located in Derry, New Hampshire, about fifteen minutes south of Manchester.

Whenever I visit old historical homes, one of the things I  like to see most is the kitchen. Kitchens are one of the things that change the most throughout time and it’s interesting to see how people would have cooked and baked for their families all throughout history.

Walking into this kitchen really felt like stepping back in time. This is the stove that Frost’s wife, Elinor would have used to cook and bake. While a lot of kitchen appliances have been upgraded since the early 1900’s many of the tools Elinor stocked her kitchen with are the same kinds of things in kitchens today. Whisks, potato mashers and wooden spoons… some things just can’t be improved upon.

This was a cookbook from the kitchen. Sardine sandwiches anyone?

The grounds surrounding the house were so peaceful and serene. The mending wall that Frost wrote one of his famous poems about still encircled the property questioning the old adage, “good fences make good neighbors.”

The Mending Wall
By: Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
“Stay where you are until our backs are turned!”
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, “Good fences make good neighbours.”
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
“Why do they make good neighbours? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.” I could say “Elves” to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbours.”

After touring the old farm house there were plenty of other places to explore. We took a hike through the woods behind the property. Everything was so lush and green and there were charming little bridges that crossed over babbling brooks!

I even found this sweet baby bunny! This is a place I would highly recommend stopping by if you are ever in New England.