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Article published Jan 29, 2007 in Nashua Telegraph
Innkeeper, Bud Zahn, led life full of endless energy, stories

By David Brooks
Telegraph Staff

MILFORD – Pavarotti amid pick-your-own blueberries, sled dogs in the barn, the area’s most unusual hotel, and endless pleasure in conversation – it isn’t hard to find highlights in Bud Zahn’s life.

Even the hand-painted boulder that helps people spot the family’s dirt driveway had some Zahn flair.

“I remember seeing in the local paper, the list of school bus routes. One of the stops was ‘the Zahn rock,’ ” said Anne (Mannino) Zahn, who was married to Bud for 60 years.

Charles “Bud” Zahn, 83, died Tuesday at his home after a long illness. Many family members – all four children, plus 10 grandchildren and a newborn great-grandchild, live in the region – were there.

Zahn wasn’t prominent in the usual way: He didn’t hold elected office or have lots of employees. But his character made him hard to forget; after all, this is a man who was bored when he broke his leg and couldn’t ski, so he learned how to fly instead.

Many people know the name because of Zahn’s Alpine Guest House on Route 13, just past the Mont Vernon line.

Zahn had the eight-room guest house built in 1991, both as a business and as a celebration of culture of southern Germany – where his grandfather came from, and where Bud’s blond, hearty persona was common.

“The first trip we made for the importing business was (the Bavarian Alps). We went over there to look for new products, and I said, ‘You look just like these people!’” recalled Anne.

The guest house is heated by a huge central “kachelofen,” a traditional tile stove from central Europe, and filled with furniture of the region, including antique armoires and special German mattresses.

As guests usually found out, the guest house had another important feature: It provided Bud with an audience.

“He just loved going down there, talking with people. He was usually repeating the stories that I’ve heard 10 million times, but they were new to them,” Anne said, laughing.

Talking with people was a central appeal in the Christmas tree farm and blueberry patch, both started not long after the couple bought a former dairy farm between Jennison Road and Route 13, around 1971. (The Zahn rock, white with the family name in big black letters, was painted by the children soon after.)

The blueberries drew families from all over who would fill a bucket and then weigh it up at the house. If you were lucky, Bud came down and did some picking himself, leaving the car door open so a Luciano Pavarotti tape could blast out over the more than 120 bushes of berries.

“People liked it,” said Anne, an opera fan who introduced the art form to her husband. “It was kind of a nice background while you’re picking.”

The Christmas tree operation was an outlet for another of the family’s pleasures: sled dogs. The couple has owned Huskies since at least the 1960s.

Saying hello to the dogs while paying for your pick-your-own blueberries up at the house was a customer’s summer pleasure, but in winter, if there was enough snow on the ground, you could get a free dog-sled ride along with your white pine.

“He was an outdoor person, he just loved the cold weather,” remembered Anne. Early family memories including taking the kids to Twin Tows, the long-closed ski area that operated in west Milford.

“He loved it so much that I figured I had to join it or I’d miss out,” Anne said. “It was a big part of his life.”

Born in Boston, Bud moved to Amherst as a child. He and Anne were introduced by a friend during a weekend visit back home while he was working in the big city. He served in the Army in World War II, then returned to Milford, where he and Anne were married in 1946. He held a variety of jobs, including raising chickens, before creating his own import-export business.

His memorial service was held Friday at Smith & Heald Funeral Home in Milford. Fittingly, it was cold; even more fittingly, it was full of friends.

The family plans a public celebration of his life this summer. The future of the guest house and other family businesses has yet to be decided.