Barbara Butterfield Carll recalls the farm from her childhood: "The farm consisted of a large, white clapboarded house with shed and barn attached. There were also a feed house, icehouse, and several hen houses. The animals included a horse, cows, chickens, a dog, cats and pigs. The land was on both sides of the road and was made up of hills, gullies, ledges, and boulders. Many stone walls had been built to clear the land for gardening and to form fences for the animals. The land closest to the house was occupied by the outbuildings and the gardens. Across the road was the pasture with the land which beckoned us for blueberrying, picnicking, and gathering greens and wildflowers. The lane was also a short-cut to Gregg Lake." from Growing Up on Butterfield Farm, 1917-1935.
"Through the underbrush and ferns to my left and right, I see the granite ghosts ox-drawn and levered into place to mark the right-of-way of one of the oldest roads laid out in the small town of Antrim in south-central New Hampshire. On this overgrown trail, scarred once with deep wheel ruts, I stumble past the site of the old Parmenter cabin. Where I go, alone and loaded with camping gear, the Parmenter children watched sleds pass by bearing logs to Samuel Gregg's sawmill and carts carrying grain to be ground. "Now labeled 'private way' on Antrim's tax map, this wide path cleared of tree stumps in the 1790s, was a major business through the town's center for eighty years. After the town voted to "give up" the road in 1873, it was incorporated into the Parmenter farm which had grown up on both sides, and for 100 years 'the lane' continued to serve my family, linking cow pasture to barn, woodlot to woodshed, and providing a shaded shortcut from itchy haymow to cool Gregg Lake." Seeking Parmenter: A Memoir of Place. Charles Henry Butterfield.