Fruitlands Museum

In the summer of 1843 Bronson Alcott and Charles Lane gathered a small band of idealists on this hilltop to try to live a perfectly pure life. They called it Fruitlands, and their rules were strict: they ate no meat and no animal products, wore only linen so as to use nothing taken from animals, refused to use animal labor to work the land, and sought to free themselves from the corruptions of ordinary society. It was Transcendentalism, the New England philosophy of self-reliance and the divinity of nature, pushed to a radical extreme.

The experiment was doomed almost from the start. The members were better at philosophy than farming, the growing season slipped away, winter loomed, and by the beginning of 1844 the commune had collapsed. Among those who lived through that hard, hungry season was young Louisa May Alcott, who later wrote a wry account of the whole venture. The failure of Fruitlands became one of the most famous cautionary tales of American idealism, and the plain farmhouse where it all unfolded still stands.

The site owes its second life to Clara Endicott Sears, a wealthy author and collector who bought the land in the early twentieth century, saved the old Fruitlands farmhouse, and turned it into a museum of the Transcendentalist story. Fascinated by the history and cultures of the region, she went on to gather other collections and buildings on the same hilltop.

She moved a Shaker house to the grounds from a nearby community and filled it with Shaker furniture and objects, preserving the memory of that remarkable religious sect. She assembled a collection of Native American art and artifacts, and she gathered landscape paintings by artists of the Hudson River School. The result is an unusual cluster of small, distinct museums, all on one scenic hill, each opening a different window onto the American past.

The Native American gallery holds one of the earlier collections of its kind in the region, with objects and artworks representing peoples from across the continent. Collections like this were assembled in a very different era, and the museum today works to present them with greater care and respect for the living Native nations whose heritage they reflect, including the Nipmuc and other peoples of this part of New England.

The landscape gallery gathers paintings from the Hudson River School, the nineteenth-century movement whose artists made grand, luminous images of the American wilderness. Their reverence for nature echoes the very Transcendentalist ideals that once animated Fruitlands, so that the paintings on the walls and the philosophy born on the hilltop speak to one another, both celebrating the natural world as something close to sacred.

Perhaps the single greatest pleasure of Fruitlands is simply the view. The museum grounds slope across an open hillside that looks out over the Nashua River valley toward Mount Wachusett and the distant hills, a vista that is glorious in every season and especially in the blaze of autumn. Trails wind across the grounds, and there is a tearoom on the property with the same commanding outlook.

The museum sits in the gentle, orchard-dotted countryside of north-central Massachusetts, near the quiet towns of Harvard and Bolton. It makes a fine anchor for a country drive through this rural landscape, and pairs well with the wider attractions of the central region, from Wachusett Mountain to the museums of Worcester. Few places combine history, art, and scenery quite so richly on a single hill.

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