The Innkeeping Experience

Follow our blog to learn more about what it means to be an innkeeper in Vermont. Every inn is unique, and Golden Stage Inn is quaint, comfortable, friendly and historic (but not old-fashioned!). Located near Ludlow, VT, our tiny town of Proctorsville is filled with more adventure than one might expect. We are lucky to hear about the experiences of our guests as well, who come from across the United States and have exciting and unique stories to tell. When this Vermont town really is sleepy and quiet, it can be a moment of rest for the busy life of an innkeeper!

Recently Renovated Rooms!

In May and June of 2014, we renovated two of our rooms!  We’re pleased to announce that Otis’s Room and Cornelia’s Room have received a royal upgrade.  Browse our recent photos to see what’s new and improved…

Otis’s Room

Named for Otis Skinner, a descendant of Reverend Warren Skinner, whose family lived in this house in the 19th century.  Otis Skinner was born in 1858, and had a successful career as a Broadway actor.  According to the Encyclopedia Brittanica, Skinner played hundreds of roles on stages around the world until his death in 1942.

otis's room bookshelf

Otis’s Room now boasts a flat-screen TV, which you can watch from the comfort of the luxury mattress on the Queen-sized bed.

otis's renovated bathroom

The bathroom of Otis’s Room is completely new.  Step up two small stairs to find gorgeous tile work, an elegant sink perched atop an antique vanity, and (best of all!) a brand new jetted tub.  Time to relax!  Enjoy a wide variety of amenities in every room, and check our basket at the top of the stairs if you forgot any essential toiletries.

otis's view of bed

In the photographs above and below, you’ll notice a brand new gas-fired stove, to keep you toasty warm during the ski season.  Enjoy the fire from bed or in the sitting area, which offers a spacious and well-lit area to read or socialize.

otis's view of sitting area



 Cornelia’s Room

Cornelia Otis Skinner was the daughter of…you guessed it! Otis Skinner.  The room named for her is right across the hall from Otis’s Room.  Cornelia was also a famous actress in both plays and films, as well as a prolific author.  You can find copies of the books she wrote in our living room.

cornelia's fireplace

A gas-fired stove brings cheer and warmth to Cornelia’s Room on cold winter days.  This new addition makes Cornelia’s Room a cozy option for the ski season.  To the right of the fireplace, you’ll see another new addition: a flat screen TV.

cornelia's shower cropped

The bathroom has been completely redone to accommodate a spacious shower with luxurious tile.  The sink is located on an antique vanity just outside the bathroom door.  (See below.)  All of our bathrooms offer several amenities, including BeeKind hair and skin care products.

Cornelias Room vanity sink


Give us a call at (802) 226-7744 if you’d like to book one of our newly renovated rooms – we can promise that you’ll have a pampered stay!

Haunted House Insanity at Golden Stage Inn

At our Vermont Bed and Breakfast, we just barely finished wrapping up Halloween decorations (just in time to start wrapping those holiday presents, I suppose!). Halloween is always a big to-do at the Inn – this year we had over 90 trick-or-treaters stop by! And for any of you from the big cities who may not be impressed, that’s quite a claim for lil’ ol’ Cavendish, VT.

The tradition of transforming the Inn into a haunted house was passed on from the previous innkeepers, Sandy and Peter. With the help of generous donations of Halloween costumes and decor and energetic volunteers, we successfully continue to spook and startle trick-or-treaters of all ages. Sadly, however, the century-old ghosts that are rumored to wander in and out of the building have yet to make their presence known on October 31st. We’re still working with them on that…they are a bit harder to train than the ever-loyal inn dog, Nelly.

This year the humble Inn practically put on a disguise of its own, masking the front door with a fog tunnel and admitting guests into a terror-filled madhouse. Once you crossed the threshold, you were no longer in a quaint New England home…you had dared to enter The Cavendish Insane Asylum! We spook-ers dressed as crazy patients, gorillas, torture victims, and doctors gone off their rockers. The first floor overflowed with high-pitched laughter, animal roars, odd thumps and screams, and one of the doctors yelling “I hate his guts!” as she pulled her patient’s entrails from his stomach. I especially enjoyed popping out from behind doors in my blood-stained night gown, or sneaking up behind parents who thought their kids would be the only ones to jump!

Don’t worry, we toned it down for the little ones…

We’re looking ahead to next year’s haunted house – perhaps a carnival gone wrong or a witch’s cult headquarters? Let us know if you have any great ideas for themes, costumes, or spook-tacular tricks and treats! Until then, we’ll stay in the present and enjoy the jam-packed holiday festivities steadily approaching on our calendars.


Sophi Veltrop, Marketing Assistant for the Golden Stage Inn

Welcoming Changes (2011-12-30)

One year ago today, Michael and I woke up on the living room floor of our spacious but barren, circa 1890 Victorian house in suburban Bridgewater, Massachusetts.  We dragged our mattress and pillows down the snow-drifted walkway and driveway, loaded them into the trailer with some straggling last minute things, and said our final farewell to our home of eleven years.  The weight of the emptiness in the house was a strong counterbalance to the anticipation that lay ahead.


By 11am, we were in the kitchen of Golden Stage Inn, meeting with the health inspector, getting our final Board of Health approvals.


By 3pm, we were signing documents at the bank.


By 5pm, we were innkeepers.  And we had a rather full house of guests awaiting cookies and coffee, dinner suggestions and wine glasses …and a full breakfast the next morning!!


Has it been a year already?  Has it been only a year?!  Time does funny things.  Regardless, it has been an incredible 365-day journey
for our family. The schools and the community are great. And we have hosted some of the most wonderful people at the inn.  It’s funny, really — we are supposed to be offering hospitality and kindness to our guests, but we find we are receiving such gifts just as often. We feel indebted to so many people for such a wonderful year.  To our community, to our guests, and to our employees, we send a giant THANK YOU.  One year ago, we bought a big, beautiful house.  But it is all of you who have filled this building with energy and warmth, turning this house into the inn of our dreams.


We’re fully booked tonight, on our one-year anniversary, but we hope to welcome you at our inn soon.

Hurricane Irene visits Golden Stage Inn

On Saturday evening of a slow weekend at the inn, even the weather was peaceful and calm, and the town’s advanced unfolding of Emergency Hurricane Evacuation Plans felt a bit like overkill.  Imagining we’d get heavy rains and strong winds the next day, we went to bed with the relaxing sounds of a steady summer shower outside our window. We woke at 1:00 am to heavy rain as we heard one of our two weekend guests returning by cab from a late-night wedding celebration.


On Sunday morning, we woke at 6:30 am to a dreary downpour and began making breakfast for our other guest who had a Fletcher Farm Craft class at 9:00.  She trudged out to class, with her hood on and umbrella up, in a futile attempt to avoid getting wet.  As the wedding celebrant arrived for a late breakfast, she debated the safety of her ride home to Rhode Island.  Maybe she should stay another night, she wondered.  She and Michael headed out into the foul weather to retrieve her car.  Serious flooding had begun by the train tracks at the junction of Routes 103 and 131.


Soon, there was a knock at the door.  A Volunteer Firefighter told us that the Black River may flood; they recommended that Proctorsville residents evacuate to the elementary school, just a half mile from the inn.  We considered that the school is both closer to the river and downhill, so we chose not to evacuate.  We urged our wedding guest to make a speedy decision.  Our Fletcher Farm guest returned; the craft school was closed due to potential flooding from the hurricane.  She chose not to evacuate but to hold the fort with us.


The phone rang: Our immediate neighbors (also noting the direction of the hill between us and the school) wanted to know if they could come to our place should the river intrude upon them. Of course we said yes (though they never did need to come). We called our downhill, on-the-river, neighbor-farmer-friends and invited them up, too.  Cara hadn’t even heard of the evacuation yet, but thanked us for the offer.


Our wedding guest decided to stay.  Great.  We had plenty of room.  We decided to make lasagna and bread for dinner.


We walked out back to our little babbling brook: It was a full-blown rushing river.  The gorgeous bridge we just had built, which usually rests several feet above the water, was now only one foot above the water.  The sound was awesome.  There wasn’t a chance the river would rise another 10 feet to flood the banks to our house, but we wondered (unnecessarily) if it would rise another foot and take out our new wooden bridge.


We walked down Depot Street to the bridge there.  A family watched as their 20-foot retaining wall was pummeled by the constant onslaught of river water and all the loot the hurricane’s waters had stolen from areas upstream, including the bleachers from our town’s ballpark, trees, sheds, and more and more. The 20-foot retaining wall stood less than five feet above water level.  We invited the family to join us at the inn, but they stood by their Up-North Independence and said they’d stay as long as their house stayed.  (But we knew they were contemplating it.)


A couple of hours later, the farmer family called back:  “Jeremiah won’t come as he is still trying to protect his bridge and his crops, but can we come up and bring our two kids … and our tenant and her two-month old baby?”  (The baby’s dad was stranded in Ludlow. It’s just four miles away, but the river was now raging between the two towns.  Not passable.)  “Yes, of course,” we said.  “See you soon.  Bring some salad and some of Jeremiah’s homemade wine to go with our lasagnas and bread.”  Mike drove down to their house to see if Jeremiah needed help.  One rarely sees as much rain as saw then.  Hurricane Irene was absolutely down pouring.


One of our daughters, Samantha or Sadie, hollered: “Someone’s at the door, Mom!” It was a young couple I’d never met.  “We’re Christina and Andrew,” Christina said. “I live three houses down, my backyard is now a pool, it’s approaching my house, we can’t get to Andrew’s house in Ludlow, and the firefighter at the bridge told us that you are dry and have room.”


“Yes, of course.  Come on in.  We’ll make lasagna and bread.  Let me get you a dry shirt, Andrew.”


The phone rang again.  It was Cara (the farmer family). “Can our neighbors, the Ripleys, come too?  Just the Mom and two daughters, as the Dad is 1/4 mile away, but the road to the elementary school is flooded and the bridge deemed unsafe.  There is already water in their backyard and moving towards their house.”


“Yes, of course. Plenty of space.  Plenty of lasagna and bread.”


Mike returned and met Christina and Andrew for the first time.  Upon greeting Andrew, Mike said:  “Hey, I have a shirt just like that!”


Er… Um… Michael, that IS your shirt.


Sadie/Samantha:  “Mom! Someone else is at the door!”   The most soaked person I’ve ever seen walked in.  A big guy, with water splattered glasses  “You’re stranded?  Come in.”  (shaking hands…)  “I’m Julie.”


“I’m Rainy.”


“Indeed you are!” I laughed.  Michael walked up. “My name is Mike.”


“Hi, my name is Rainy.”   What?! His name was really Rainy?!  I thought he was joking!  I apologized and explained my comment.


He dripped, “My car got stranded in Springfield.  Someone helped me push the car out of the flooding but it wouldn’t start again.  I hitchhiked to Proctorsville but no cars could pass. I’ve tried walking across three passes.  I just can’t get home.”


“Of course we have room.  Come on in.  We’ll find you some clothes.”


Rainy (actually spelled Rene, as I learned from the thank-you note he later wrote) was sopping and ever so grateful and apologized for any imposition.  “No, no problem, please just come in.  We’re eventually going to have some lasagna and bread.”


Sadie/Samantha: “Mom, Dad, the three Ripleys are here!!”


“Come on in!  We’re not sure where to put you yet, especially if the family with the shrinking retaining wall is going to come up too (as I was convinced they would), but come right in.”


“Thanks!  We have sleeping bags.  We’ll be happy to sleep on the floor if necessary.”


“Great.  Let me get to those lasagnas.”


Everyone helped.  Michael filled cheese and cracker plates, helped with the lasagnas, and got people settled.  Cara made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to hold people over.  I worked on those lasagnas and loaves of bread.  Our Fletcher Farm guest did our personal laundry. “Rainy” put out clean plates and glasses and washed dishes as they were used. Kids ran through the house looking for George the Ghost.  Cara’s shy tenant fed her baby and tried her best to find some quiet space.  Andrew and Christina did puzzles, watching with awe.  Our wedding guest went to recover some sleep.


Sadie/Samantha:  “Mom!  There’s someone at the door!”


”Hello, we’re wondering if you have any room.  We’re from Canada and can’t get to our hotel.”


“Of course, we do.  It might be creative but we’ll work something out.  How many of you?:


“We’re five.”


(I may have gasped audibly here.)


He continued, “It’s me and my wife and our three children, ages 9 and 11 and 12.  It’s the 12-year-old’s birthday today.”


“Yes, of course, come on in!  Get settled and join us for a lasgna dinner.”


Well, we did it. Together, we did it.  We fit everyone in, sometimes three to a bed.  We found and set up the Pack ‘n Play for the infant.  We made and ate a wonderful dinner. Mike baked and frosted a chocolate birthday cake and we sang happy birthday to young David. The phone rang all night; people were checking in on their families. The river family’s retaining wall, within inches of being overcome by the river, hung tight, as did the family.  Unfortunately, the farmer-neighbors’ bridge was taken out and their crops were flooded.  Then the water actually began to recede by bedtime.  At 9:00 pm, the hurricane took the power out.  We lit mini gas-lamps and sent each grown up to their room with one.


We woke the next morning to a bright, beautiful day.  The crisp but sunny kind of day you dream of.  The kind of day that makes you want to move to Vermont.   The power came on at 7:00 am, but we had no running water.


By the time Michael and I came downstairs at 7:30 am or so, guests were already using buckets of pool water to flush their morning toilets. They had found different sources of drinking water in order to make a pot of coffee.  We made a giant feast of eggs, bacon, ham, applesauce muffins, and juices.  Slowly, people began to trickle out of here, grateful as could ever be that Hurricane Irene had finally tired out.  Pat fed all our animals before leaving.  Mike drove Rene to his home, learning streets he’d never seen before in order to get from here to there.


The phone rings. They were evacuating the apartments over Six Loose Ladies and the Post Office:  “Can we send families to you?”


“Yes, of course.  We’ll figure something out.”


We anticipated Round Two of chaos.  Immediately a mom and her grown son were at our door.


“Yes, of course, come on in.” Let the head spinning begin.  But in the end, only one other young couple and their two year old showed up.  All others must have found a place to go.  The two families went back to their homes three days later.   The young couple and their toddler stayed for a nice shrimp scampi dinner before returning. I think we all feel like we made some new friends.


Although Hurricane Irene caused the town of Cavendish and its village of Proctorsville suffered significant damage to streets, small businesses, and individual homes, the recovery efforts and community building that has resulted is as awesome a natural wonder as the flooding itself was to see. Imagine a world in which we all reached out to one another every day the same way we do in a time of crisis.  Imagine a world in which we check on our neighbors, ask if they have enough food, and offer them a hand with something overwhelming.


It’s kind of a great image, don’t you think?