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Bruce Sloat


Bluce Sloat, Master Hutsman, Master Innovator and Master Wit, set his spirit free on August 11, 2017. He was 86.

Bruce was an innovator, nature lover and traveler extraordinaire. Bruce was also a loving husband, a loving father and a lover of all things chocolate, bacon or cheese. Bruce was always happiest outside. So if you want to talk to him, that’s where you will find him.

Born in Pompton Lakes N.J. on November 16, 1930, Bruce escaped to the White Mountains at the age of 19. He worked for the Appalachian Mountain Club for over 20 years, where he was the Huts System Manager for 5. He was also Chief Observer at the Mount Washington Observatory for 5 years, and then tested jet engines on the top of Mount Washington. Bruce loved New Hampshire and the White Mountains, where he met Mary Edgerton, his beautiful wife of 55 years.

BruceSloat2007A loving father, Bruce raised 3 sons on a farm in Lost Nation, near Lancaster. He built 2 hydroelectric plants, the Sunnybrook Cider Mill and created the Sunnybrook Montessori School on the family farm.

Later in life, Bruce hand-built a cabin on top of nearby Mt. Mary, a mountain had the State of New Hampshire name after his wife. An avid traveler, Bruce explored the world. This included his recent trip to Spitsbergen Norway, close to the North Pole.

Bruce is survived by his wife, Mart Edgerton Sloat, his siblings Ben Sloat and Jeanne Schwartz; his son Willis, daughter-in-law Beth and their children Noah & Alex; his son Stuart and daughter-in-law Andrea.

A memorial service will be at ‘Kendal at Hanover’, 80 Lyme Rd, Hanover, NH 03755 on September 10th at 3:00 PM.

In lieu of flowers, please send any donations to the Mount Washington Observatory or the Society for the Protection of New Hampshire Forests.

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Francis Elliott Carlson, 97, died July 8, 2017 at home in Hingham, MA.  A life member of the Appalachian Mountain Club, he was a former Hutman at Pinkham (1939), Carter Notch (1940), and the Lakes (1941).  Frank was a co-founder of the Washington, D.C. chapter, serving as its Chair, and also as a Hike Leader for several years.  He was also a member of the Potomac Appalachian Trail Club.  He hiked into his 90s on many trails in the United States, Europe, and Scandinavia. He was also an accomplished artist and often depicted the Appalachians in his works.  Born in Winchester, Massachusetts in 1920, he was a graduate of Harvard College, Class of 1942.  He served in the U.S Army in four European campaigns and was awarded two Silver Stars, the Bronze Star,  and the Croix de Guerre. Two days after his death, his family was notified that he had been awarded the French Chevalier d’Honneur for his WWII service.

A Certified Public Accountant, he was Audit Manager at the National Science Foundation in Washington, D.C. until his retirement.  He worked at the Office of the Comptroller of the Navy, also in Washington, and prior to that, in private practice in Boston, MA.

The family patriarch, he was deeply loved and will be sorely missed by his children, Francis Jr., of Steinmaur, Switzerland; Julia, of Cambridge, MA; Amelia Maddock and her husband, John, of Pittsburgh, PA; and William and his wife Carole, of Derwood, MD. He also leaves 5 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren. He was predeceased by his first wife, Marguerite (Moll) in 1987, and his second, Patricia (Wagner) in 2012.

Memorial donations can be made to the Appalachian Mountain Club.

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Roger V. Pugh

Roger V. Pugh passed away peacefully April 12, 2017 at the age of 87. Roger was a longtime corporate lawyer in New York City in the firms Donovan, Leisure, Newton and Irvine, and Edwards and Angell. In his “retirement,” Roger served in Paraguay as a Peace Corps volunteer with his wife Joanne, then worked abroad in Latvia, Croatia and Ukraine. He also served three years in the New York City Corporation Counsel. Roger was a generous, gregarious, ethical, and optimistic person. He was an active and caring father, brother, uncle, and grandfather, and a mentor to many young attorneys.

“Rajah” worked at Carter hut in 1944 and 1945.

He is survived by his wife of 62 years, Joanne Pugh, his five children, James, Robin, Andrew, Rosemary and Allison, his two sisters, Betsy and Ann, and thirteen grandchildren. He was predeceased by his sister, Rosamond Swain. In lieu of flowers, donations should be sent to the social justice fund of the Community Church of New York, 40E. 35th Street.

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Thomas Barringer

Thomas H. Barringer, PhD., 73, of Stockton, NJ, died on Tuesday, April 11, 2017, at his home. Dr. Barringer was born on May 10, 1943, in Charleston, WV. In 1966 he graduated with a BS from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, NY. A veteran of the U.S. Air Force who served during the Vietnam War, Dr. Barringer served from 1966 to 1972, attaining the rank of captain.

He worked for the Appalachian Mountain Club in Pinkham Notch, NH, Concord, NH and Boston, MA, and then graduated from the University of Pennsylvania, where he earned his MA in regional planning, his MA (1980) and his PhD (1984) in regional science. From 1983 to 1999, Dr. Barringer was a scientist, hydrologist, and statistician for the U.S. Geological Survey. In subsequent years he served on the Stockton Environmental Commission and the planning board. He was a member of the Appalachian Mountain Club and a life member of the Sierra Club. He enjoyed classical music and jazz.

He is survived by his wife, Julia L. Barringer, PhD, a hydrologist and research geochemist with the U.S. Geological Survey; his half-brothers, Robert and Ralph Barringer; his half-sister, Helen Gerhard; his step-brother, James Leggett and their spouses and children. A memorial gathering will be held on Saturday, April 22, at 11 a.m. at St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church, 50 York St., Lambertville, NJ 08530. In lieu of flowers and other tributes, the Barringer family requests donations be made to the Appalachian Mountain Club, 5 Joy Street, Boston, MA 02108 (outdoors.org/tribute).

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If one believes we claim the places that brought our souls to life, it is entirely appropriate that Robert “Sully” Sullivan of Bartlett, NH, and Cordova, AK, 80 years in age, would pass over on November 11, 2016 here in the White Mountains, site of his first love.
Born in Boston, MA, August 12, 1936, the son of a postal truck mechanic and a nurse, the third of four sons, he came to the mountains as a tot with his mother to his grandparents’ farm up Carter Notch and in his heart, never left. Every summer, the haying, riding the big horse, soaring from the
barn to the farmhouse, heart happy over the grassy field.

In winter he would learn to ski Intervale and Black Mountain where his uncle ran the J-bar and let every kid in Jackson ride free. This was a good start. And so it follows that this love for the mountains would take him to the great one, Washington, where under the excellent tutelage of Johnny MacDonald, Nelson Gildersleeve, John and Betsy Jacobs, Bill Blanchard, Dick Hale, a ski bum named Al and a handful of Canadians hovered over a bonfire drinking Labatt’s, getting it all solved, he would begin to develop a philosophy of life, one of testing one’s capabilities to their limits and living in the Universe to the fullest.

A Tuckerman wind blowing around the tent in a ravine. Two years of tank driving in the Army, stationed in Germany, interrupted this life but upon discharge, fire fighting at Mt. Hood, Oregon, followed by a return to the ravine opened another world of adventure. Ridge running for the Forest Service, trail crew and packing for the AMC, building the Mizpah Hut with Tony Bukovich and running the Hermit Lake shelter he found happiness in the White Mountains, where everything came alive. With snow ever upon him, he followed the skis to Aspen CO and the packing crew, Taos NM as Assistant Patrol Chief, and on to Telluride CO working as the explosives man for the ski patrol blasting away those slopes, getting in the first untouched ski of the day. He’s been known to give some special advice to anyone seeking out the black diamonds. You ski to the lip, size it up, scream out a profanity, and let it go. Anyone about to attempt Sully’s Gully in Telluride would do well to have a very large repertoire of profanities, a real loud scream, and a pair of crampons glued to the seat of their pants.

His technical rock climbing life began in 1970 on White Horse Ledge and Cathedral in the Mt. Washington Valley followed in the early ‘70s with a first successful attempt of the Titan in the Fisher Towers of Utah with Harvey Carter and Tom Merrill. He also set a route, Springwater, in Zion, with climbing partner Tom Merrill. Two winter attempts, one on Mt. Robson in British Columbia and the Moose’s Tooth on Denali had to be aborted due to avalanching. On to big walls and his first climb of the nose on El Capitain in Yosemite with Jim Beyer in ’73, the Prow and Direct with Tom Merrill. Yosemite and Camp 4, the hangout for several years. The Shield with Mugs Stump. In 1977 he and his climbing partner Mugs Stump established a first ascent in the Black Canyon of the Gunnison – the Merlin.

Then in 1981 again with Mugs Stump climbed the Pacific Ocean Wall on El Cap. At this point in climbing history this wall had been successfully climbed by a total of four other parties and was considered to be the most difficult technical aid climb in the world. They descended to an earthquake. Cracks opened. Cracks closed. Perhaps never to be climbed the same way again?

So begins a fishing life, beginning with a rock story. One winter he and a friend were awkwardly rolling a gravestone to an Aspen cemetery when they suddenly decided to hit the Australian beaches in search of
opals. John Miller went ahead to do a little research, but when Sully met up with him in San Francisco, a better idea was brewing. Up in Alaska, there was a quaint isolated fishing village filled with beautiful women and men who went out fishing all summer, leaving the women to fend for themselves. Ideal situation. Why not give it a try?

So they took a hard left and hitched up the Alaska Highway, arriving in Cordova in the spring of 1963,
finding a home in Shelter Bay, Fleming Spit. Summers, he’d return to fishing jobs until 1980 and some steady fishing then purchasing in 1988 his own gill net permit and a 27’ wooden stern picker, The Star Thrower, the last of the Henry Stewart built boats to ply the waters of Prince William Sound and the Gulf of Alaska. On retirement, it was gifted to the city of Cordova for the creation of a maritime museum. He didn’t think like a fish but he was a good fisherman and provider, tenacious and enduring. Most of all
he loved it. After a big day on the fishing grounds with the wind howling, coming home in a following sea, he’d burst through the door, saying, “Rock, returning home was like that final run of the best day skiing.”

He could be seen in Cordova riding his bike in all kinds of weather, in cloud, sun, rain, wind and had just
completed a 20-miler when a flu set in. He was taken by pneumonia. In the hospital parking lot the afternoon of his passing, an enormous wind came up, it lifted the leaves from the ground, high up above the trees, and then they fell as if falling for the first time. If one believes we inhabit the space that brought our souls to light, then he is the wind. No services are planned.

He is survived by three brothers, their wives, their children, and their children’s children.

All the birds have flown up and gone; a lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other only the mountain and I.” – Li Po
When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die the world cries and you rejoice.” – Black Elk

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Andrew Macmillan

Andrew Macmillan,  age 85, died on October 28, 2016, in New York City. Born and raised in Hingham, Massachusetts, he had a long career in television and theater in the Boston area and in New York City.

He is survived by his wife of 30 years, Kitty (Lunn), his brother Alexander of Hingham, Massachusetts, and his children from two previous marriages, Arden (Eaton) of Pacific Grove, California, Ross of Cohasset, Massachusetts, Janet of Yelm, Washington, four grandchildren and one great-grandson. He was predeceased by his sister Jean (Bennion), his brother Anthony, his daughter Julia and his parents, Stuart and Margaret Macmillan. Andrew worked at Madison Springs (1949) and Lake of the Clouds (1950).

Andrew graduated from Emerson College in Boston, before beginning his career at television stations in Portland, Maine and Providence, Rhode Island. Thereafter, he spent many years as a news reporter and television anchor at WHDH-TV, Channel 5 in Boston. Moving to New York City in the 1970s, he worked at NBC Radio, the Coors TV Network and WOR-TV.

In New York and elsewhere, he appeared on the stage to critical acclaim in a revival of R.C. Sheriff’s famed anti-war play, Journey’s End, as Walter Hard in A Hard Look at Old Times, and in other productions. Diverse projects in recent years included narration of the Emmy Award-winning PBS Nova series, the television series The Equalizer, recording of the Dale Carnegie books, and films including Woody Allen’s New York Stories and Once Upon A Time In America.

Together with his wife Kitty, he helped run the Infinity Dance Theater in New York, for which he served as production stage manager, technical director and scenic designer.

Andrew worked on many productions, including a 90-minute PBS Watergate special, for Tom McCann, owner and president of Commonwealth Films in Boston. Tom has written that “Andy was an extraordinary man of many parts. I don’t think there was anything he could not do if he put his mind to it. And he put his mind to doing a lot over his lifetime.”

Andrew was the 75th and 77th Chief of the New York Caledonian Club, and helped organize the National Tartan Day in New York City. He was also a member of the St. Andrews Society of New York, and was past president of the Clan Macmillan Society of North America. A Memorial Service will be held at a later date at the West End Presbyterian Church in New York City.

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Sandy Saunders

Sandy SaundersPreston Howard “Sandy” Saunders passed away at his home on July 20, 2016. He was born on April 22, 1930 to Ruth Howard Preston Saunders and Walter Mills Saunders, Jr. in Providence, Rhode Island. He worked at Pinkham, Zealand and Carter from 1946-1948
Sandy attended Phillips Andover Academy, class of 1948, Dartmouth College, class of 1952, and Harvard Law School, class of 1955. He worked for Goodwin Procter and Hoar, becoming partner in 1963. In 1998 he joined Nichols and Pratt until his retirement in 2014.
Sandy was a dedicated volunteer serving many organizations, including the Appalachian Mountain Club as President twice, a Life Trustee of the Museum of Science, Chair of The Trustees of Reservations, and a board member of the Northern Forest Center, Hale Reservation, and the New Hampshire Chapter of the Trust for Public Land. Sandy was an avid outdoorsman and conservationist who enjoyed hiking, skiing, whitewater canoeing, and travel. In addition to his wife Rebecca Bulkley Saunders, Sandy is survived by his loving daughter Katharine Grove and her husband John of Needham, his son Benjamin Saunders and his wife Desiree of Cheyenne, WY, four grandchildren, and his brother Timothy K. Saunders of Wellesley. His brother Norman W. Saunders of Portland, ME, predeceased him.
A Memorial Service will be held at a time and date to be announced. Donations in lieu of flowers may be made to: Appalachian Mountain Club, 5 Joy St., Boston, MA 02108 or the “Preston H. Saunders Family Fund” at Dartmouth College, 6066 Development Office, Hanover, NH 03755.

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Asa Goddard

Asa Bartlett Goddard, 77, of West Cornwall, CT, passed at his home on July 17, 2016. Predeceased by his parents, Lucy (Bartlett) Goddard and George W. Goddard, Asa is survived by his wife, Olive (Haskell) Goddard; a son, Andrew B. Goddard and his wife, Polly (Tobin) Goddard; a grandson, Jackson A. Goddard; his sister, Georgia (Goddard) Schneider; his brother, Nathaniel Goddard and his wife, Kathy Goddard; and several nieces and nephews. Asa was a beloved family man and treasured member of the Cornwall community.

In lieu of flowers, donations are welcome at Cornwall Volunteer Fire Department (P.O. Box 180, West Cornwall, CT 06796); or the Salisbury Visiting Nurse Association (30A Salmon Kill Road, Salisbury, CT 06068).

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Becky Boothman

Becky BoothmanRebecca Ann Boothman, 69, of Randolph NH passed away in the early morning hours Sunday April 10, 2016 surrounded by close friends and family.

She was born to the late John H. (Jack) and Gwen (Shorey) Boothman October 10, 1946 in Berlin, NH.

Becky was a cook at the Appalachian Mountain Club in Pinkham Notch NH for 23 years until she her retirement, in 2010 she received the Joe Dodge award. Becky had many accomplishments and wore many hats. She made a lasting impression and impact on all those who were lucky enough to meet or get to know her. She grew up working and learning her amazing cooking skills in her family’s hotel, The Mt. Crescent House and continued on this career path working for many years at Whitney’s Inn in Jackson. For the majority of her adult life she was self-employed within her community cleaning and caretaking many of the summer cottages, running a bakery/gift shop/catering business and even caring for some of the communities’ elderly until she began her career at the AMC. As an adult she along with her family took over and operated “Boothman Sugar Orchard” from her parents. In 1999 she was one of 140 participants selected to participate in the Smithsonian Folklife Festival in Washington D.C. to represent NH as a traditional “Yankee” cook and the following year a recreation for Celebrate NH in Hopkinton. Becky was always giving of her time and was a very active member of her community; she served on the Randolph School Board for 20+ years. One of her proudest accomplishments was that she was the first female forest fire warden in NH and served in that role for 34 years. Later in life she concentrated heavily on her many knitting projects and made beautiful handmade gifts for friends and family far and wide.

Although not active for some years, Becky was a member of the Congregational church in Gorham.

Becky is survived by 3 children: Sara Ouellette of Newark, VT, Jeffrey Parker and (Maria Neal) of Randolph, NH, and Jennifer Parker of Berlin, NH. She is also survived by one granddaughter, Gwen, a sister Sara and (Greg) Glines and many nieces and nephews. She was pre deceased by her youngest sister Susan Hawkins and her step son Joseph Parker.

There will be no calling hours, a celebration of life will be held at the Randolph town hall on Saturday June 11th from 2-6 and burial will be at the Randolph Cemetery at a later date. In Lieu of flowers the family asks that donations be made in her memory to The Randolph Community Forest.

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Pete Richardson

1796RICHARDSON, Peter Hughes Of Exeter, New Hampshire, formerly of Weston, Massachusetts, passed suddenly on March 12, 2016. Born on May 28, 1924 in Boston, Richardson grew up in Concord, Massachusetts and graduated from MIT in 1948 after service in the paratroopers in France in 1945. He taught science and math in high school (and built a ski jump) until he was recruited back to the MIT Admissions Office in 1964. He became the Director in 1972 and served in that role until he retired in 1984. Then, he directed the Admissions Office at the Vermont Law School for three years. In the subsequent decades he translated his lifelong love of the outdoors and determination to leave his global campsite better than he found it into activities too numerous to count but which include the Connecticut River Watershed Council, the Appalachian Trail Conference, and the Exeter Conservation Commission. He also created a trail in the woods around his retirement community in Exeter that was named Pete’s Way in a ceremony in 2013. He is survived by his wife of 70 years Corinne (Keenie) Smith Richardson and his children Marcie, Chris, Peter, and John. He adored his 12 grandchildren most of whom he took hiking and taught to ski. And then there are the 10 great grandchildren who enriched his final years. He was predeceased by his son Charley. If you choose to, please send memorial donations to either Earth Justice or the Appalachian Mountain Club.

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