I read your article about the Halfway House restaurant in Shoreham (Arts+Leisure, Aug. 11), and it brought back an old memory.
About 1958, when I was a seventh-grader, I was out with my dad, Arch Tilford, and his hunting buddies: Theron Wolcott, Larry Oliver and Lee Maiden. This was “road hunting” in a station wagon: taking potshots at crows with 12 gauge shotguns from the moving car or stopping to shoot at a woodchuck with a rifle.
We stopped at the Halfway House for lunch (before Denise Gibeault’s time) and noticed that the cook was just placing a fresh blueberry pie into the pie rack. We all ordered our sandwiches and a piece of the pie.
“It’s not cool yet.”
So, we said, “That’s OK, we’ll take the whole pie, with vanilla ice cream.” We knew it would be sloppy but delicious.
She replied, quite firmly, “The pie isn’t cool, and it’s Not For Sale.” She was not about to let these Yahoos desecrate her pie!
I never forgot that: Life isn’t just about the money; it’s about respecting workmanship and taking pride in what you’ve made.
Charlie Tilford, Castro Valley, Calif.
MUHS Class of 1963, Middlebury College Class of 1967