Welcome to Collinsville, CT: A Town of Saw-shaped Sentiment

Welcome to Collinsville, CT: A Town of Saw-shaped Sentiment

Step into Collinsville, where discord was eliminated with a Collins Company axe. Beware, you might stumble upon the ghostly footprints of Bill E. Simonds and George Washington Flint, residents rumored to have carved their names into Forward Connecticut.

Buried in the icy northwest corner of Connecticut lies the picturesque town of Collinsville. Its pride and joy is the massive Collins Company axe factory, a bulky 19th-century titan situated by the River Farmington. This colossus exploited the river's power to fuel its turbines and machines, ready to hone your jungle, domesticate your railway, or dominate the California Gold Rush. It's fitting to mention that Admiral Peary often returned from the Arctic with a Collins axe, a prized keepsake. Today, a new wave of businesses inhabit these old buildings, each spining its own yarn from the past. If you traverse there during Halloween, you might encounter the yearly Halloween parade, claimed to be one of the 'top 10 most spooky small towns in America' according to Arthur Frommer's Budget Travel Magazine. Or so they say.

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Written by Leroy

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