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[Excerpted from articles by Carol W. Kimball in The Day
of New London, CT]
Historian
Eva L. Butler was a remarkable woman, and I was privileged to
count her as my friend. She came to Groton in 1928 when her husband,
S. B. Butler, was appointed superintendent of Eastern Point and
Groton Heights Schools. At the time Connecticut was making plans
to celebrate its Tercentenary and she was swept into a maze of
preparations.
Involved in research to determine the town's oldest houses she
developed a notable map called "Old Homes and Home sites
of Groton" showing those existing before 1800 and illustrated
by her sister, Catherine Lutz. The map is in print in a map portfolio
published in 1976 by the Mystic River Historical Society.
During the Tercentenary, Mrs. Butler interested a group in establishing
the Fort Hill Indian Memorial Association, constructing a replica
of an early settler's home at the summit of Fort Hill where the
Pequot sachem Sassacus had his fort in 1637. The place operated
as a museum displaying Indian artifacts and colonial relics.
As a result of her interest in local Indians, Eva became involved
in some of the first archaeological excavations at Fort Shontock,
Poquetannock and Ledyard. She studied at the Universities of
Pennsylvania and New Mexico, and worked at the Robert Abbe Museum
on Mt. Desert in Maine.
This tireless woman became acquainted with local Pequot and Mohegan
Indians. Her photographs and notes are preserved at the Indian
and Colonial Research Center in Old Mystic.
After the Butlers purchased the old James Woodbridge house on
Gallup Hill in Ledyard, she taught extension courses there for
Eastern Connecticut State University. Her classes were popular
with teachers and included local history, nature study, archaeology,
mythology and colonial literature. She and her students often
prepared authentic colonial meals over her large fireplace.
Somehow, she found time to establish a Children's Museum in New
London, which evolved into the Thames Science Center. She later
founded theTomaquag Indian Museum in Ashaway, Rhode Island,
where her large artifact collection was displayed.
Eva believed history should be written only from primary sources,
and she early convinced me of that. She did not drive a car,
but her many friends gladly took her to town halls and libraries
for research.
Copious notes about her discoveries eventually filled more than
two thousand loose-leaf notebooks, stacked in confusion on makeshift
shelves lining the walls of her home. She was fond of typing
her material on bright purple carbons for a copying machine,
rolling off dozens of duplicates. Some of these she distributed
to her students. Others were filed in appropriate notebooks.
Fortunately this ardent historian required little sleep and could
devote long hours to her work.
She prepared concise summaries of all entries in the early volumes
of New London and Groton Town Hall for their first volume.
Collections in the State Library at Hartford from the file on
private controversies to probate records were investigated and
were grist to her mill. She was fascinated with the Winthrop
papers, a collection of letters written through the years by
and to John Winthrop and his family. She found them at the Massachusetts
Historical Society and carefully transcribed all that were pertinent
to this area.
Friends constantly begged her to publish her work, but she would
reply that she had not yet learned all there was to know about
her subject. She had a horror of perpetuating errors in print
as has been done in the past by careless historians. Besides,
she was probably too busy answering requests from information
from others who were writing books. She was always ready to help
friends and strangers alike.
Sad to say, she published little in finished form except for
a few articles and a children's story ("Two little Navajo's
dip their sheep"). She is listed in the Library of Congress
for "Uses of birch-bark in the Northeast" (1957) by
Eva L. Butler and Wendell S. Hadlock. (E98.I5 B88) and "Along
the shore," 1930 (QH1 .B84). Besides these few publications,
she issued mimeographed titles herself from time to time. This
was a great loss to our knowledge of local history for now we
have only her working notes and unfinished writings which, without
her own vast knowledge, are difficult to interpret.
Hospitalized with a heart attack in April 1965, she began to
worry about the disposition of this valuable source material.
A group led by Harry W. Nelson; poet, artist and retired teacher
from Fitch High School in Groton; and Eva's special friend Mary
Virginia Goodman formed the Indian and Colonial Research Center,
Inc. From the town of Stonington they obtained the unused 1856
brick building in Old Mystic that once housed the Mystic National
Bank. (See article below.) They have been restoring it ever since.
The original officers of the corporation included Philip Perkins,
treasurer; Jessie W. Kohl, corresponding secretary; and Carol
W. Kimball, recording secretary.
With a $2000 grant from the Bodenwein Public Benevolent Foundation
and muscle power and good hard work on the part of Harry Nelson
and architect Sanford Meech, shelving was installed, furniture
painted and a heating system provided. From the old farmhouse
in Ledyard, thousands of notebooks and manuscripts and hundreds
of printed volumes were moved to their new home.
By the summer of 1966, the center was in full swing, staffed
entirely by volunteers, ready to help anyone interested in Indian
lore, local history, genealogy, historic photographs and other
phases of Americana. The organization, which now numbers over
two hundred members, has preserved these papers making the Eva
Butler library available for public research.
Eva Butler died in 1969 but her work goes on, a vital community
resource supported not only by its members but by grants from
local foundations and service clubs. A collection of Indian artifacts
has been added to the original library, and an educational program
has been developed by the staff for the benefit of area schools.
by Jacqueline Butler Zeppieri (granddaughter)
My grandmother, Eva Lutz Butler, definitely preferred to be out-of-doors, having a lifelong interest in nature, botany, birds--every kind of natural science. She took us grandchildren on scores of woodland walks that she had enjoyed so much herself, pointing out plants and their names, and bringing home gallon jugs of pollywogs so we could watch them turn into baby frogs. Being a naturalist, of course she made sure they all went back to their pond as soon as the science lesson was completed. She recorded bird songs and helped us learn to identify the many birds in the Ledyard woods and fields surrounding her home. She let us help with Colonial candle-making using bayberries. We children were given pieces of string which we dipped into coffee cans of the wax mixture she had made. We were instructed to dip our string and then march once around the large downstairs of her home (built in 1732) through four rooms circling a massive fireplace, singing "Dip, Dip, Let it Cool," before dipping again and repeating the process.
I know she loved to ice skate as a young girl. It's mentioned many times in her letters. Being the oldest child and a daughter, though, I don't think she was what we think of as a tomboy. She knew how to crochet and knit and I remember her putting a "Lazy-Daisy" embroidery stitch on a little blanket while she baby-sat with us, about 1950.
She was unconcerned about "lead-time" when she wanted
to do something. Sometime in the '60's she published a general
invitation to the public and members of the Tomaquag Indian Museum
to come for a Blueberry Festival--a meal with blueberry pie for
dessert. Around the same time that most of the guests were arriving
she sent my sister and me out to pick blueberries to make the
pies! I have blanked out how we did it, but knowing my grandmother
I have no doubt that eventually there were indeed blueberries
pies for the festival. She was definitely a positive thinker.
Built in 1856, the bank had closed when banking ceased in
the village in 1889. Title to the sturdy brick bank with attached
carriage shed passed to the town of Stonington. Situated in the
heart of the village, it was used as a district voting hall until
construction of a new Old Mystic elementary school in the early
1960s. No longer needed, the old bank stood empty and forgotten.
Officials at Mystic Seaport noticed the barred windows of the
little brick structure and proposed to move the building down
the road to the museum grounds where it would rechristened Ye
Olde Jail. Led by Mrs. Jack Bucklyn, Old Mystic residents protested.
For more than a century the old bank has been important to the
village scene and they hated to see part of their heritage depart
from Main Street, especially under false colors. The metal window
bars had been installed after an attempted bank robbery in the
1870s and although tramps were occasionally locked up overnight
in the district hall, the building was never a jail.