Seesaw’s Stories

During the last three years of redevelopment, many Seesaw’s patrons have alluded to stories, experiences or vignettes that have occurred at Seesaw’s. We thought it would be fun to create a forum for you to read others’ stories and share your own as well.

I’ve been going to Johnny Seesaw’s for as long as I can remember. Back when I was a kid, the Mural Alcove was filled with cushions and my brother and sisters would curl up and play cards while our parents ate dinner. We but our ski boots on the steps around the fire to dry overnight without a worry. We came to breakfast in our socks and long johns. It was all so familiar and lovely.

Bringing my husband and infant daughter back felt like i had never missed a year. The dining may have been refined, but the warm bread and pork chops were still there. And our family’s Plaque was still in the front hall. It was like coming home.

Erica and I have lived in Southern Vermont for almost 25 years. During that time we would go to Johnny seesaws where we would sit in the library room, which was our favorite place during the ski season. There was always talk of that room having spirits. another couple who would sit at that table all summer long, felt the same way. During the fall our time would  sometimes overlap with them.  We would talk and get to know each other over the years.  A number of years ago, we had learned that Mrs. Mintz had passed away at that very table with her pillow that she would bring every time.  So glad to hear you have reopened Johnny Seesaw’s for more good food and good memories to continue on. Her spirit will always be there.

My Father was a classmate of Bill Parrish’s, the founder of the inn, and beginning in 1954, dad would put me on a bus in Cornwall Bridge, CT, which drove up Rt 7 to Manchester. Bill Parrish, or Lew Deschwienitz (sp) would meet the bus and drive me to Johnny Seesaw’s. You could ski down beside the road to the lifts, and there was a small trail that started midway down the east meadow at Bromley and brought you back to the lodge.

I remember the smell of wet leather ski boots drying out around the fireplace. There was a bench in the lodge for lacquering your wood skis and sharpening edges. I think I had prime rib every night!

I brought my children to ski on school vacations in the 1980’s, and they were given jobs in the kitchen and as babysitters for families staying there, in return for lodging on school vacation. Gary Okun had little tags made that he would hang in the entry when guests checked in. Ours said “Johnny Seesaw’s, Foote family ski House since 1954.”

An unforgettable series of memories. Best luck to the new owners.

My husband and I bought our second home in Manchester when we married in 2004. We would travel from our Long Island home every other weekend to visit, ski, shop, relax and eat out.  Our all time favorite restaurant was always Johnny Seesaws, the prime rib dinner being my favorite! Every guest that we had over, we would take them to Johnny Seesaws and make them read about the history on the front page of the menu.

One snowy March we were celebrating our anniversary, and we had decided to venture out to the other side of the mountain to try somewhere new for dinner. On the way we stopped at Johnny Seesaws for a drink with friends, and by the time we were finished, we decided, “why go anywhere else when we love it here!” Needless to say, we stayed, we laughed, we ate.

We have lots of great memories here and were very disappointed to hear of them closing. We’ve since sold our home (went south) but visit frequently and we are looking forward to your reopening!

Best of luck and make sure to keep the prime rib on the menu please!!


In 1992, we stayed at the Bromley Condo’s and tried Johnny Seesaw’s for dinner.  That was the beginning of our memorable stays.  We would come for hooky holiday- mid week for the lodging and dining deals. We stayed in the lodge, in the chicken coop, in the butterfly, in the court and on the porch.

My children and their significant others came along. We all looked forward to the Vermont country breakfast and the short walk to down the driveway for dinner. We loved the fireplace (Doug would take care of the logs and guest thought he was the owner- that is how comfortable we felt).

We became friends with a few of the waitresses and still keep in touch with them ( We would love to see them working there again). Our son-in law was wild about the veal parm and the scallops. Our daughter loved the Vermont chicken so much that we had to bring it home if she wasn’t with us. The maple sesame salad dressing was to die for and we would buy some to bring home along with Joe’s bread pudding.  JCSAW’s was such a part of our skiing life that we were sorry to see that it hit bad times. We are glad that it is being reopened with improvements but still trying to keep some of its nostalgia.

We are planning a trip to the Killington area in early November and definitely plan on trying the new place. You asked for some memories, our list could go on and on so when we do get there (which is on our bucket list) we can share more. Good luck with the new jcsaw’s, looking forward to our visit.


On my birthday one year in the early 2000s, a friend offered to take me out to dinner at Johnny Seesaw’s, one of his all-time favorite places to hang out. He said we’d drive there in his Bugatti, a 1927 replica auto built from a kit, but still pretty authentic looking. This particular machine, however, had probably seen better days. But who can say no to a ride up and over the Greens in a Bugatti on their birthday and dinner at Seesaw’s, too.

I changed into a cute dress, put on my Jackie-O sunglasses, and tied a silk scarf over my head, like fashionable ladies are supposed to do when riding in vintage two-seater roadsters. This July evening was warm and lovely, with one of those long, slow, mid-summer sunsets. Seesaw’s was jammed, and patrons coming and going all stopped to admire the Bugatti, which we had parked close to the entrance. Dinner was fabulous, and the drinks were – we ate at the bar – let’s just say, the drinks were generous and plentiful.

We didn’t exactly close the joint, but eventually it was time to motor back up over the ridge and down to our side of the mountains. Here’s the thing: it was not quite the middle of the night, but darn close to it, and this fast, beautiful, red convertible Bugatti – did I mention it had no windshield in front of the passenger seat where I sat? – and no top? That night, for reasons still unknown, it also did not have working headlights. You know what’s great about this corner of Vermont? At that late hour there were hardly any other cars on the road…just us, zooming through the cool darkness under a sliver of the moon and the glimmer of a trillion stars. Terrifying, and yet not.

For the entire 30-something-mile ride home, I was thinking, so, okay, this is it — I will die…maybe a little too drunk…on my birthday in a crashed Bugatti, but at least my last meal was at Johnny’s.


Having grown up staying at Johnny Seesaw’s in the 70’s (and my parents before that), I was thrilled to go back with my wife and two young boys about ten years ago.  Our first day, we skied at Bromley with our older son and put the youngest in daycare at Mighty Moose.  

When we were done skiing, we went to pick up our son and the young woman told us that he had just gone down to sleep.  She asked us where we were staying.  When we told her Johnny Seesaw’s, she quickly gave us a Motorola walkie talkie and said she would buzz us when he woke up!  We enjoyed some quality apres ski back at Seesaw’s that day! Could not think of another place where that would happen. 

Bromley is the most chill family mountain and I am totally psyched for Seesaw’s apres ski with the fire pit and views.  Can’t wait.


My first recollections of Johnny Seesaws involve scampering about on the metal roofs with Chip Parrish, the son of the owners when we were both about seven years old.  We were acting out the plot of Captain Marvel comics. Chip was then as now deeply involved in science, even to the extent of creating an electric chair that in 1963 snared my father who destroyed it in a rage in the circular fireplace, an event I’m glad I missed.

 Only Chip might have foreseen that these recollections would long outlast the comic strip and that I would share them in something called an e-mail, written on an airplane to China, then ruled by our ally Chiang Kai Shek.


My wife Olivia and I first visited Seesaws in February 2002 with my sister-in-law and her husband (boyfriend at the time) Alex.  Alex’s family had spent Thanksgivings at Seesaw’s all throughout his childhood.  From that first weekend a love affair with Vermont was born.  We remember snowshoeing up to Bromley from behind the lodge with our oldest son (then 5 months old) strapped into a baby bjorn, narrowly escaping a case of frost bite on his exposed cheeks. In the evening there was a famously strange dinner order of trout almondine by Olivia – everyone else of course had the prime rib – and a snug night with our son in front of the fireplace in the cabin. 

Since then we’ve spent as much time as possible in Vermont.  The kids have all learned to ski at Bromley in the winters, to hike the Green Mountains in the fall and to search for hidden water holes in the summer.  When in Vermont we live nearby in Weston. 


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