Mapleton Hall – Addendum

Norm (and Thursday Doors) is on break for three weeks, and I have decided to join him in a relaxing period away from Thursday Doors. So, why am I here?

As many of you know, I love to find historic photos of the buildings I feature in my Thursday Doors posts. I am not always successful, despite having numerous sources of old photos, particularly within the State of Connecticut. I did not find any for Mapleton Hall. However, my friend Brad Lewis, a man with amazing research skills, found the photo shown below.

Image provided by Brad Lewis

I like the photo because it shows the hall before the wings were added. It also shows people in line for the famous pancake breakfast.

That’s it. I hope you enjoy the photo. I am taking a break from doors.


Brad Lewis is a writer whose focus has ranged from the bizarre world of celebrity doctors to detailed histories of Jewish-American development, with particular interest to the entertainment industry. That’s a snippet from Brad’s author page on Amazon. If you want to know more about him, that link will take you there.

44 comments

  1. Great photo, Dan. My ears are still ringing as if a bell stopped ringing. I am, of course, referring to the short sweet nature of your post. In any case, it was lovely to see that old print and smell some of the maple syrup.

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  2. Well, Dan, if you taking a break means we still get a cool B&W pic of a place located on “Crooked Lane” (I feel like I’m in a Hardy Boys book), then we’re not so bad off. Hope you have a nice weekend!

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  3. I thought it was a church initially. My mother once enrolled me in a social group of kids. So, we went to a hall like this one, there were like 150-170 kids there of my age (age 7 to 15). However, the authorities told my mother to leave me alone with the kids. That made me paranoid because I don’t like being amidst all these stranger kids. My mom was standing on the opposite side of the road. Finally, the guys there realized that I wasn’t interested in playing with the kids, eating cakes or interacting with the others so they signalled my mother to come and take me home. That was the only time I actually went to a social hall.

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