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.

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.
What a great find to add to your history of the building! I haven’t had pancakes in quite some time. I may have to remedy that this week-end.
Enjoy your break from doors and see you back here in September with your next door post!
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Thanks Deborah. I might join you at the pancake breakfast. Two weeks in a row mentioning them has taken a toll 😏
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😋🥞
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Beautiful old building! Enjoy your rest . . . if Maddie lets you!
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Thanks Pam. Maddie seems more concerned about me getting my morning exercise.
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It was very nice of your friend to help complete your collection for Mapleton Hall. I know you and I enjoy the history of these old buildings.
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I was very happy when he found it. He finds photos like this often. This one was perfect.
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Agreed!
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Interestingly, this looks like our original church building sans steeple. It lasted 107 years until we finally laid it to rest last year due to termite damage.
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At first, I thought this had been a church, but it was always a social hall. It does have a church feel to it.
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That’s a marvelous old door, Dan. Kudos to Brad. Hmmm… I’m sure one of my steampunk characters would like to go there. Hugs on the wing.
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I hope to get a chance to go inside at some point. My understanding is that it’s beautiful. Brad gets a few bonus points for finding this.
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That interesting tower goes back to its beginning.
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It does. I wish I knew more about why they built that.
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It boggles my mind that even back in the 1800’s, people still appreciated a pancake breakfast.
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I would take the trolley for a pancake breakfast – two treats in one :)
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Thanks for sharing this old pic of Mapleton Hall. It’s so cool, and here, it doesn’t look as much like a church as I originally thought.
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I was happy to see a picture before they added the wings.
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Looking back helps us to forge a path ahead. History is an amazing muse.
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It truly is
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Crowds arriving by trolley! That is so quaint. What a great photo, what a different time in history.
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I would love to take a trolley to a pancake breakfast 🙂
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I like the way they ran the banner out to the flag pole.
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Creative folks.
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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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I enjoyed the photo, but even though I knew that Norm was taking three weeks off, I forgot and scheduled a door post. Sigh. Force of habit. Anyway, enjoy the break.
janet
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It’s ok. I was glad I didn’t have to go cold turkey 😏
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🤭
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I’m fascinated by the shuttered window below the belltower (I think it’s a belltower, isn’t it?) Great find by your friend!
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I’m guessing that that is for ventilation, but I wasn’t able to determine that for sure.
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What a great picture, Dan. I also love historical pictures.
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Thanks. I was so happy to get this.
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I like the line, “It was known as Central Hall on Crooked Lane.” Like a line out of a novel. It’s a lovely building.
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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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Thanks Paul
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I love history..
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Me too!
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I’m so glad Brad found this old photo. It really shows off the interesting tower. I love the breakfast sign.
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Makes you want some pancakes :)
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Yup! 🙂
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That’s literally the best addendum I’ve ever seen :)
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I was so happy he found that photo.
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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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Large groups can be intimidating to children (and adults). I didn’t mind large events, but I preferred them when adults were also in attendance.
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