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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.
Erica and I have lived in Southern Vermont for almost 25 years. During that time we would go to Johnny Seesaw’s 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.
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.
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.
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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.
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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.
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.