"The circus-barking title of the book, 'Let Me Show You Vermont', was born in a moment of bombast...The one encouragement to effort is the possibility that I may reflect Vermont, in some of its phases, differently and more fully than has been done before." Charles Edward Crane
Merv Spooner's barbershop is on the left side of Creamery Street just before the long roll down into Marshfield Village. If you stop in on a Saturday morning you can still get a haircut--"flat top specialist"--and some good conversation for five dollars. Ask Merv and he'll tell you about the mysterious theft of his barber pole a few years back (fortunately replaced with the help of funds raised by a local radio station's community phone-a-thon.)
I live on a nearby hill in Marshfield, and therefore can narrate more stories about this place than any of the other 250 towns in this state. I know, for instance, that most activity in Marshfield takes place not in the tiny town center, but in the old and new houses that dot the dirt roads of surrounding hills and valleys.
But I like the town centers, even if they are not much more than a steepled church and a cluster of aged homes. In Marshfield we also have a post office, Derek's Quick Stop and a hunting store, all merged together in a Vermont version of a 19th century clapboard mini-strip mall.
Marshfield spreads up to Hollister Hill (where I live) and down to the Winooski River from this nexus on Route 2, the historic east-west highway that runs from Washington State to Maine. I love a road with that kind of possibility.
Marshfield facts and figures