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House On Loon Lake
House On Loon Lake
on Loon
Lake
An abridged transcription of a
Act One
Adam Beckman:
It was my brothers idea to go down to the
lake. Wed brought an M-80 firecracker
and we wanted to detonate it in the shallow
water where we used to swim. We were
11, and it was late fall of 1977. We were
visiting a place called Freedom, New
Hampshire, a small town of a few hundred
people just across the border from Maine.
We were wandering around looking for
something to do, and we saw the house.
It was gray, weathered, and leaning
precariously at one end. The windows were
boarded up from the outside. Two old cars,
probably from the 30s, sat in the yard. One
of them had a tree growing up through a
hole where the engine had been. At the
back of the house, we found a window that
was broken and I remember peering in into
near darkness.
Wouldnt you?
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Ian :
I remember it was kind of a dare kind of
thing. It was one of those things where
we just would say, Id go in that house.
Wouldnt you? And you would say, yeah, I
have no problem going into that house.
Adam Beckman :
Ian was the skinniest, so it was decided
that he should go in first. He slid sideways
through the broken panes so he wouldnt
get cut and disappeared. After maybe 10
seconds, he scrambled back out clutching a
newspaper. It was brown, and I remember
it crumbled in our hands. The headline
said something about Nazis invading.
That was all we needed. One by one, we
climbed into the house. It was dark inside.
The only light came in through little
cracks between the boards that covered the
windows. The floor felt soft underfoot. And
as my eye suggested, I could see that it was
covered with a layer of filthy clothes. Stuff
waseverywhere.
Kenny Beckman :
Actually, we couldnt walk around on the
floor because you couldnt see the floor in
most places.
Ian :
It was just jammed with more stuff than
you could live with. I remember there were
a couple of rooms you couldnt go into, for
how much stuff was jammed in there.
Adam Beckman :
I was careful to remember how we got in,
in case we had to find our way out in a
hurry. We were all very quiet. We had seen
enough horror movies to know that joking
around could get us into trouble.
Ian :
We didnt spread out. We were almost hip
to hip. Our backs were glued to each other.
Kenny was looking the other way. We were
sort of like this little star of people walking
into the house. And Kenny is one of the
worst people to go into a situation like that
with. Hes very jittery. And he always will
mumble about what the worst thing might
happen. Like, I bet somebodys going to
come out of that closet.
Adam Beckman :
Some rooms were in total disarray, with
things strewn about like theyd been
rummaged through. But then there
were these little areas where things were
untouched. In the kitchen, dishes were
stacked on open shelves, pots and pans
cluttered the sink, and a pantry was stocked
with canned food. I picked up a container
of Hersheys syrup and it felt heavy. A salt
and pepper shaker sat on the kitchen table.
Kenny Beckman :
The main sense I had was of disaster. As
if people had been toodling along in their
Adam Beckman :
Over the next two years, I returned to the Nason house four
times in all. And each time, I came back with more clues
about what happened. I read these letters over and over,
trying to decode them, convinced that the answer about
the familys downfall was hidden in some seemingly trivial
comment or offhand reference. This note is written on school
paper by a young girl who was probably my age at the time.
Dear Mama,
Im staying over tonight and go to the dance. Archie
and I had a fight. He thinks Im going out with Eddie. I
may, I dont know. I dont want him to know where I am,
so dont tell him. Come over to the dance and bring my
shoes, the black spiked ones. Now come over Mama, and
dont be mad. Dont even tell PT. Now Mama, please
dont be mad at me. Mr. Jackson is ugly today. Be sure you
get Dad to come to the dance. Theres a ballgame tonight.
Dear Clyde,
I wanted a boyfriend, so I thought I would write to
you, Darling. Theres no other boy around here that
interests me as you do, Clyde Darling. Call me up, Clyde
Darling. When I saw you last night over at Pinks, I
thought I would go crazy because I love you so.
From your girlfriend,
E.D.
David :
We had to take things that could help us
unravel the puzzle. I dont think we even
thought of it being private property at the
start, because it was just abandoned and no
one cared about it.
Adam Beckman :
We read notes from doctors and found bills
from creditors. We scanned library past-due
notices and studied postmarks, and came
up with lots of ideas about why the place
had been left.
Kenny Beckman :
We started to think maybe these people
had their house house foreclosed and were
thrown out by bankers. Because it does
seem as if somebody might have been shut
out of the house with all of the objects
inside.
Ian :
One of my favorite theories was that
maybe the father died at maybe the same
time the sons had to go to war. Because
were looking at papers that talk about war
starting and thinking about how a couple
of events with an old father and a couple of
sons could very quickly finish a family.
Kenny Beckman :
I remember finding information about
betting. I think we saw, I think they were
tickets or a schedule of a dog track or a
horse racing track. The story we made
up was taht these people had lost all their
money gambling.
Adam Beckman :
Freedom is a small town. Someone must
have known what had happened. But
when wed go ask down at the general
store or the post office, people gave us the
cold shoulder. This confirmed to us that
they were part of the conspiracy to bring
this family down, or at least part of the
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...greater mystery
than i had imagined
there. Every reference to New Hampshire
became relevant to the mystery. Id sit at
breakfast and stare at a tin of maple syrup
and think about the Nasons. I was pretty
sure that if there was some way I could
support a family researching abandoned
houses, that it would be my vocation in life.
I was 13 years old and I had a crush on a
house.
I hadnt told my parents much about
it. I was afraid they would shut it down
over fears wed get hurt or arrested. But I
remember feeling that I wanted a grown-up
to see it to confirm that we hadnt imagined
the whole thing. So I started to tell my
mother about it, but I could see I wasnt
getting across how amazing it was. So that
spring, I led my mother across the field of
weeds and watched as she climbed through
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Act two
Adam Beckman :
In August, I drove north to New
Hampshire to meet with Samantha
Thurston, the woman from the internet,
to see if I could find someone to talk to
me about the Nasons. I brought the box
of Nason stuff with me. Its small, about a
foot square. Inside are family letters, the
coins I took from the grocery store, the
can of Hersheys syrup from the Nasons
kitchen. Im hoping to give it to someone
who cares about this stuff. Samantha told
me that the Nasons either didnt know what
had happened to the house or didnt want
to talk. She also said that everyone would
know I was in town. Its hard not to feel a
little paranoid.
I have a couple of days to kill before my
meeting with Samantha, and at breakfast
someone suggests I talk to a few locals who
might have known the Nason family. The
first one on the list lives right across the
street.
Gail Holgrem Bickford :
Well, my name is Gail Holgrem Bickford.
I came here at the age of six months with
my parents and have spent most of my
summers here. What else would you like to
know?
Adam Beckman :
Do you do you remember the Nason
family?
Gail Holgrem Bickford :
Of course. They were scruffy little kids.
They were always kind of disheveled and
half-dressed and needing to be washed.
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They were a real-- what do you call it-the ones who went across in the covered
wagons and never got to school. Well, I
guess maybe they did go to school. But I
think they went barefoot. They were sort
of scary, to go by there. If we walked to the
beach, you went pretty fast to get by that
house.
I think the firemen burned that house down
a few years ago for a practice session.
Adam Beckman :
What was the Nasons status in the town?
Gail Holgrem Bickford :
I dont know anything about that. And I
dont know the whole family set up, but one
of them was into race horses and made
quite a lot of money in race horsing.
About 1940-something, they built a bypass
so that the main Route 25 did not go
through town anymore. And then the town
began to die out. There was no reason
to come to town. And then the stores lost
business, and they began to close up one
by one. I have no idea whether thats what
hit that family, but there may be somebody
around who knows.
Adam Beckman :
Carol Chase was the fire chief in Freedom
about the time the house was burned. I find
him sitting on his porch on a road outside
of town. Hes 92 years old and hard of
hearing, but he does remember the fire.
Carol Chase :
We just lit it with a match. Newspaper and
a match. The people who owned it wanted
it burned. Thats about all I know about
Freedom. People mind their own business.
Adam Beckman :
Was the house empty, or was it full of stuff?
Carol Chase :
Nobody lived there.
Adam Beckman :
He looks away from me as he says this,
and I take the hint. Later that day, I learn
hes related to the Nasons by marriage.
That afternoon, I go to a junk shop on
the outskirts of town. The owner, John
Woodard, salvages most of this stuff from
traumatic moments in peoples lives-- a
divorce or a death, or when they move
from a house to a retirement home. As it
turns out, back in the mid-70s, he got a call
about the Nason house.
John Woodard :
They were getting ready to knock down
that house and the guy called me up and
he said, you ought to come over. He said,
theres boxes and boxes of old whiskey
bottles with paper labels and all this stuff in
there. I got 10 or 12 boxes. Ive sold them
over the years.
Adam Beckman :
Do you remember if theres anything in
here that you got from the Nason house?
John Woodard :
If Ive still got some that have labels.
Adam Beckman :
John walks me out past aisles of discarded
family possessions to a barn filled with
hundreds of bottles.
John Woodard :
See, something like this. Pickwick Ale
bottle, probably from about 1919, 1920, in
the 20s. These were upstairs. They were
upstairs in some boxes. Of course, the roof
had fallen in on part of it if you remember.
The upstairs, it was one of those you said,
is it really worth taking a chance getting
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Mabel Davis :
Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Nason were living
there. And I can see Mrs. Nason now
taking out a pan of biscuits. Honest to god,
Ill bet that pan was that big.
Adam Beckman :
Mabels arns are spread wide as she says
this. The image is pure Norman Rockwell,
and frankly, its a relief.
Adam Beckman :
What were the Nasons like?
Mabel Davis :
Well, they were wonderful people, really.
How would you say about Jess? All of his
kids worked and worked hard. Both Mabel
and David knew the Nasons and had been
in their house. But David, like me, had only
been inside after it was abandoned.
David Buzzwell :
It was full of treasures. Old dice sets,
Morris chairs, advertising cans, that place
was just packed with stuff like that. They
were pack rats anyway, they collected
everything. Everything.
Adam Beckman :
Why would they just leave all that?
David Buzzwell :
Dont ask me. Just the way they were.
Adam Beckman :
I would think the grandkids would want to
look through it.
David Buzzwell :
They didnt care about it. No, none of
them. You know how young people are.
They dont care about old things today.
Bertha died in 1968, and Jesse soon after in
69. And then things fell apart in the Nason
family.
Mabel Davis :
When Jess died, one of the children was in
charge. He was the executor. And there
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Adam Beckman :
The Nasons also had a store in Effingham
Falls.
Mabel Davis :
Oh yes, they certainly did. Jess and Bertha
had the store.
It did quite a business. It sold a lot of beer.
And they had candy. There was a glass
showcase. Groceries, they had groceries
too.
Jess was a keeper of everything.
Adam Beckman :
Do you remember when it closed, or why?
David Buzzwell :
They both had died. And none of the kids
wanted to run it.
Adam Beckman :
Why would a family leave all their things,
these precious things-- not of value, but a
great emotional value-Mabel Davis :
No, but a sentimental value. You know,
Ive never really thought of it but it seems
rather tragic in a way. I mean, that was a
large family. I mean, how well do you know
people? How many of them were interested
in knowing?
Adam Beckman :
And so the house and the store were
abandoned because the kids didnt care.
In some ways, this was bleaker than
anything Id imagined back when I was
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