The man sitting by the road
I remember seeing a man sitting on a kitchen chair near a dilapidated garage on Turnpike Road. This was years ago and I never gave it much thought. Eventually I expected this would be my fate, sitting by the road watching the world go by. Who was this guy?
It was apparent the house had been abandoned and I decided to explore a bit with my camera. It wasn’t posted so I assumed I wasn’t violating any trespassing laws. I started in the garage where I had seen the man many years ago. The garage had gaping holes in the roof and two large fuel drums. I wonder if he heated with kerosene. This photo was processed with a key-line filter.
I asked around and discovered that the owner’s name was Red Koski. I learned that he was fond of wine and classical music. Someone else mentioned that he used to play the accordion at the dinner hour at the 1808 Restaurant in town. I feel bad that I didn’t get the chance to meet him in person.
Weather has taken its toll on the house, the flooring has collapsed and much of the roof is gone.
There are several outbuildings, a barn, workshop and sauna. The barn is in bad shape.
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I grew up across the road from Red (John) for quite a few years. He was a friend. He was a smart, well read man. He had loads of dogs, one blind dog he said was half wolf that he kept tied to one of his sheds for fear it would wander off. He smoked a pipe and I don’t know who told you he drank wine, but in the years I knew I knew him he drank Natural light beer and a lot of it, usually with a side bag of chips. He was Finnish. He grew up here, in that very house, with his parents and sister. He remembers when Turnpike rd was a dirt road. He told us that story quite a few times, among others. He was interesting to say the least. He enjoyed going to the store to get his “loot” almost every day. He didn’t drive. He rode his bike or had a friend take him. Eventually it was mine and my husbands “job” lol. He heated with coal (which he was often covered in) and wood (also often all over his face) and he didn’t have hot water. He wasn’t too clean and didn’t care…he once pulled a bad tooth out of his mouth with a pair of pliers!! He was in the Army and stationed in Germany for a time and he worked in Fitchburg at Simonds. He never married nor did his sister. She lived all over and finally came back to NH and settled in Keene. They renewed their relationship which was so nice for him. She eventually passed and it was hard on him. One by one his good friends, men who would come by and sit with him under that lovely old maple tree that used to change to the color of fire in fall and share a beer and a story, passed, his dogs too passed and he became sadder and sadder. He stopped gardening and just sat. What most people do not know is he was so very generous. His sister left him a decent sum and I remember him saying…”what the heck do I need money for??” He gave to so many charities, including a good chunk to the town library until it dwindled down to almost nothing which is what he wanted. I heard some people refer to him as the drunk old man who road his bike down to the store…he was much more. Eventually my husband took care of him and when it became apparent he needed more care, my husband had him taken to the hospital, a real inner struggle for my husband because Red had asked him not to do that. Just let me die he said. After that he was never the same. My husband visited him often (I cried coward, I just hated to see him like that) even though he didn’t know who my husband was anymore. And when he finally passed, there was no one for him. We fed his lone, last dog until one day he just disappeared, probably sick of us and missing his friend. We acquired some of Red’s (really) old books and some photos as well as some old Life magazines. My husband took some of his old tools, most of which had the handles painted orange so Red could “find the damn things in the tall grass!” We had his ashes for quite sometime not really knowing what to do with them. Eventually, we went to the cemetery pond (where he enjoyed going) and spread some there and the rest in our garden and in his. We kept a small amount and put it in a pipe tobacco tin. It sits on our bookcase next to his picture. We drank a Natural Light beer in his honor. A somewhat sad ending to a really lovely man. My family is better having known him. Just thought you would like to know a bit more about the man behind the abandoned house. Oh and someone did buy it…but have never done a thing with it so I will assume they have forgotten they own it 😉
He sounds exactly like the kind of person I would like to have known. I did notice a lot of Natural Light beer cans in the Sauna, right next to an ancient wringer washing machine. Tom Kraft, a logger who now lives in Temple mentioned that he drank wine and knew a lot about classical music. Thank you for sharing your memories and honoring the man.
Oh I loved reading this!! I could picture this kind, generous man you talk so highly of!! Thank you for this
What a beautiful story and remembrance of him. Thank you for sharing. I drive by the house , and like all abandoned places I see, I wondered the story behind it. He sayings like he was a great man and wonderful friend. I will now think of him when I see this place and smile.
He became a patient in a nursing home a number of years ago. I believe this is the reason the house was just left like this.
My Dad, George Saari hired Red (along with some other “misfits”) to work in his backyard isawmill back in the 60’s, it must have been. I remember him smoking his pipe and him sitting out by the house later in life with his dog. Dad was very good to these very authentic, real characters in town.
The “misfits” are the people that make this town interesting. Thanks for sharing.
He sounds like a wonderful human being! I believe his name was Red Fogg. Growing up in this town I remember and sometimes talk about a few other very interesting people that were kind of a part of my growing up here.
Carl, I found a box outside his workshop with the name Koski. Maybe someone can tell me if it was he who played for the dinner guests at the 1808.
I do believe Red Fogg lived down the road from this Red.
Not Red Fogg ! I knew Red Fogg growing up as he was best friends with my grandfather and his son Terry with my father. There is a nice lady named Celia Koski that lives in town. Friends with my grandmother and a former librarian. I would mow her lawn in the summers and stack her wood in the fall! Maybe she knows who this is?
He wasn’t the kind of guy you would be scared of or anything. I lived In highbridge then, I still do. When I was a kid, I can remember him riding his bike to Barry’s General Store about every day to get his beer. He would put it on the rack in the back. He would ride his bike to the store, then push it home cause it was all uphill!
We used to talk to him all the time, we being the kids that lived in highbridge and hung around the store. This was around 1980 -82 ?
He was great. He was always in a fine mood. And always had that pipe with him.
That’s what I recall of Red Koski, that and seeing him working in his yard or parked in that chair in front of the garage.
I wish I talked to him more. I bet I could have learned so much about his life ect. but I was only a kid of ten or twelve years old then, so I wasn’t as curious about him as I would be now.
You know, the more I think about it, I think he put the beer in a front basket in that bicycle not a rear rack.
Small detail but I want to be as historically accurate as possible lol
This is a great story, thanks for sharing.
Nice story. Just came across it today, My father knew him. I wish I had.
Lovely memories. I’m glad folks shared their recollections for NIHS.