Born: July 13, 1905

Died: January 6, 1986

Married: Pauline Hoyt

Children: Gail Metz

Bernard Hoyt worked as the caretaker for Camp Intermission. He lived at 33 James Street in 1948 and at 50 Main Street in 1958.


Adirondack Daily Enterprise, January 8, 1986

Bernard A. Hoyt

SARANAC LAKE - Bernard A. Hoyt, 80, of Old Lake Colby Road, died Monday, Jan. 6, at the General Hospital of Saranac Lake.

He was born July 13, 1905, in Westville, the son of John and Bertha (Rockhill) Hoyt.

He had been a resident of Saranac Lake for over 60 years, and for most of his life was a chef in area restaurants. He was also a caretaker at the William Morris camp, Camp Intermission on Lake Colby, for eight years.

Mr. Hoyt had been a foster grandparent with the Sunmount Developmental Center in Tupper lake for 11 years, and was voted Foster Grandparent of the Year

He is survived by his wife, Pauline (Supernault) Hoyt of Saranac Lake; a daughter, Mrs. Gail Metz of Lake Clear, a granddaughter, Barbara Metz of Lake Placid, a brother, Aaron Hoyt of Saranac Lake, three sisters, Mrs. Clarissa Fassett of Lake Titus, Mrs. Alice Warner of Saranac Lake and Mrs Joyce Delosh of Moira; and several nieces and nephews. A brother, Eldred, predeceased him.

Calling hours will be held from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m today at the Fortune Funeral Home.

The funeral service will be at 11 a.m. Thursday at the funeral home with the Rev. Richard Chatterton, pastor of the First United Methodist Church, officiating.

Burial will be in St. Bernard's Cemetery in May.

Memorial donations may be made to the Saranac Lake Rescue Squad.


Adirondack Daily Enterprise, December 20, 1965

Calamity Strikes Village Sidewalk Plough

By BILL McLAUGHLIN

Calamity, a five year old mare shod just yesterday for winter-wonderland walking in front of the antiquated village plow, failed to make her maiden run as predicted.

The coldest if not the greatest story ever told took place at the Van Buren Street village shed on a frigid, wind-swept afternoon but the boys holding her reins while trying to direct her ample rear end between the narrow "fills" had a hot hour or two.

Calamity is strong and stubborn and fits the name pretty well. She walked five miles circumnavigating the plow as Jim Latour who will handle the walk clearing detail tried to inveigle her to back into the wooden traces.

As Jim turned blue and was taken to the furnace door to thaw, Bernard "Red" Hoyt, known around the town as the soup and gravy king grabbed the heavy harness trappings and swung her stern about but with no improvement in getting her hitched.

People with sense were being careful not to get stepped on as Calamity had just got new shoes that morning at the La tour Racing Stables and on the bottoms of her hoofs besides the conventional irons were cleats filed sharp to prevent her slipping on her daily plow rounds. The blacksmith, Richard Warner of Lake Titus had only recently suffered the loss of his little toe when another work horse had stepped on his foot. Everyone remembered to get out of Calamity's path alter seeing Richard's look of continuing anguish.

Calamity had plenty to make her nervous. First a brace of hounds had barked and yelped sight of her being led to the plow.

The arrival of Harold McCasland wearing a red earlapped cap that resembled a wounded Flamingo as the wind whipped the flaps started her off on another long circuit of the plow. Harold, who is a good sideline director was forced to retreat when Calamity eyed him with distaste.

Bernard the gravymaster did not lose his temper and said she was gentle enough but was very uncooperative because of the excitement and newness of everything. He didn't have the heart to discipline her but said he would like to hitch her to a fifty foot hardwood log and let her run some steam out of her boiler. If Bernard and his way she would be half way to Axton, an old and fabled lumbering center.

After five hours of blue air the idea of getting the village sidewalks plowed gave way to the notion that a thaw might be coming though the mercury still hovered around zero and no birds were seen transporting straw for nesting purposes.

Jim Latour said that he would try again today but inferred it was just a question of time whether the thaw would reach here before she made her first genuine pass through town.

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