A Nephew’s Remembrances of the Hermit

Remembrances of the Hermit : he laughs as much now as he did when Uncle Noah first told it… As kids we were always plugging him to tell us stories and he liked that.”

Noah Fly Fishing

The Hermit and Us – Our Adirondack Adventures with Noah John Rondeau

A Nephew’s Remembrances of the Hermit

An excerpt from “The Hermit and Us”, Starting on page 305

Burton [Rondeau] continued, “He did enjoy people. Those that he met back in the woods or outside. He’d send gifts to family members for special occasions and press coins into little children’s hands. Quarters!

That was a big deal back then. I remember him sitting in the living room playing the violin. There was no doubt he liked the attention. It didn’t take much encouragement to get him to play or tell stories. I clearly remember him sitting at the dining room table. He was never a large eater even when there was a large amount of food on the table. He ate just about anything. He never complained about anything.

National Sportsmans Show

Courtesy of Richard J. Smith from Noah’s Photo album

Noah embraced the advertising blitz made of his hermit image. The front cover of the Hotel Belmont Plaza weekly guide read: “Noah Rondeau considers giving up his life as a hermit after this reception of the National Sportsmen’s Show, at the Grand Central Place…” February 17–25, 1951.

“When I was young, I used to think he was Santa Claus. He was an attraction. I just didn’t get a chance to see him that much. He paid a lot of attention to children. He didn’t shove us aside. I remember him telling how he killed a bear with his bow and arrows. Shot it several times until it bled out. He’d say, ‘I was a little leery because I only had five arrows with me.’

“Well, lucky thing you have a hermit here to teach you how to catch a fox,’ he’d tell me with a chuckle.” And, like other storytellers, Noah often had a twist to a telling, Burton revealed when he attempted to recreate his uncle’s instructions in a voice that is more rustic than Noah’s generally more sophisticated one: “You get yourself some boards and nails and a hammer and saw and build a box, a cage you see. Then you attach a door and a trip peg and tie a rope to the door. Lift it into the open position, hold on to the rope and get behind the box. Then you make a noise like a dead hen.”

Although Burton has told that story many times, he laughs as much now as he did when Uncle Noah first told it. “That’s the kind of thing that went on. Stories like that. As kids we were always plugging him to tell us stories and he liked that.”

“When I was young, I used to think he was Santa Claus. He was an attraction. I just didn’t get a chance to see him that much.