History

Bob deButts, an Upperville resident and former board member for the community center, said in a recent video about Buchanan Hall, “There was nothing fancy about [the place], but the dust did get to rising a little bit if the dancing was heavy.”

By the turn of this century, however, the center was ready for the wrecking ball. According to architect and Buchanan Hall board member William Ridge, the heating system didn’t work, the plumbing leaked and the building had essentially become “unusable”—not fit to be rented. Other locals called the center “seedy.”

In 2000, a group of Upperville community activists met at the local volunteer firehouse to talk about how the landmark could be saved. Months of discussion led to a business plan to expand and renovate Buchanan Hall—one requiring $900,000 to make good. And the Upperville community came through, raising $600,000 itself—“a mix of major donations and a lot of small donations,” says Ridge, who served as the project’s architect—and taking out a roughly $300,000 mortgage. In 2006, after three years of work, the new Buchanan Hall was unveiled, significantly larger than the original, with a new commercial kitchen, new restrooms, offices and backstage dressing rooms, among other improvements.

Nowadays, a decade after the first restoration meeting, Buchanan Hall is more sedate than in its heyday—the alcohol-fueled bashes of yesteryear have given way to low-key events such as anniversary parties, youth dances, and community theater—but Upperville has got its own place again. Says Ridge, “Since we opened … the income from events is paying all the expenses, and we still get contributions [to help] pay down the mortgage. It’s working as a viable entity, which is very satisfying.”

Interestingly, nearly 50 years ago, at a time when Buchanan Hall was going strong, a young writer named John Updike visited Upperville, and in 1961 wrote a witty poem (light verse, to be exact) about it that first appeared in the New Yorker in 1961 and later was published in Updike’s Telephone Poles and Other Poems (Knopf, 1963) and in John Updike’s Collected Poems 1953-1993 (Knopf, 1993). There is no mistaking the cheeky intellect of Updike, who wrote a lot of poetry (about many places, including Richmond) and later of course became a renowned novelist. He died last year at age 76.