“ In duller days, when skies are leaden, and the more you see around you the less you like it, its dreamy look of age and strangeness within and without may have a somewhat depressing influence. The aches and agonies of so many generations may gain an ascendancy over the exuberant joys that made their life worth living. It would sometimes seem that if fondness for the supernatural must be indulged, an old edifice like this would prove a haunt more attractive, and certainly more appropriate, for ghost and apparition than any school-room, however noted for its spells. ”
Summary
"Old New England Traits," an anonymous work rooted in the cultural and historical fabric of 19th-century New England, explores the region’s shifting social landscape, lingering influences of the Revolutionary War, and the dynamic between tradition and progress. Through vivid narratives and evocative descriptions, it delves into rural life, generational memory, and the endurance of local folklore—such as haunted buildings and ghostly figures—against the backdrop of evolving societal values.
The text reflects on New England’s severe winters, its storied communities, and the moral and intellectual heritage of its people, interweaving personal stories with historical insight. Its structure, akin to regionalist essays, highlights the conflict between shared memory and the passage of time, portraying the past as both a weight and a foundation for lasting identity.
Quotes from Old New England Traits ()
“ The black dress which he assumed on Sundays, and other occasions of public importance, set off his figure well, and his white hair gathered into a pig-tail behind and tied up with a ribbon by some one of his daughters, of a morning, gave him a venerable appearance, at least in the eyes of us youngsters, beyond what the actual number of his years warranted. For I have observed that those who may have seemed to us approaching the verge of old age, in our youth, begin to look almost like coevals again, as we ourselves have advanced in the stage of manhood. ”
“ In a few minutes I was in the neighborhood of a habitation which I looked upon rather with detestation than any emotion of alarm; when what was my astonishment to behold a man—the sound of the wheels of the chaise being doubtless audible at some distance in the clear, still night—come out of the gate in front of the house and station himself in the middle of the somewhat narrow highway. ”
