1 10 31 https://omekaclassic1.nhlibraries.org/files/original/19f049251f33f4988a9b7772b7a4dc7a.pdf 24bf6fd052fa5913387cdc4adcf87d22 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour May 1951 The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt yon to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission. Concord. New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31. 1949. at the Post Office at Concord. New Hampshire under the Act of March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XXI MAY, 1951 Number 2 I KNEW IT WAS MAY by Grace Wight Buckle I knew it was May — the shadbush burst In a riot of white overnight, and the sun Spread wee, yellow five-fingers, one by one, All over the pastures, gray. It was May by the wild bird's note a-float On the still, soft air of a fair, young morn, And the scent of violets newly born In a garden over the way. It was May by my heart and its pulse a-start, Like waves that glitter the foaming sea — And by happy hopes that awoke in me — I knew, O I knew it was May. New Hampshire Troubadour ENJOYING LIFE THOREAU-LY by Lois Grant Patches Osterville, Massachusetts (Also Acworth, New Hampshire) HENRY THOREAU, the iconoclast of Concord, has a great many enthusiastic disciples over the world, practicing his in- dependence, his social heresies, and his love of nature. I would not call myself an ardent disciple, but I would like to use his most serious person for a little play on words as I say that when vacation time comes I want to enjoy life Thoreau-ly. Why I wait for vacation is hard to explain. All too infrequently can days be ripped away from their fellows like words out of context or verses out of scripture to be used for the soul's good, but when the family can get away into the foothills of New Hampshire for two weeks or a month the earth and its processes become important to me. Sunrise and sunset become noticed. Dawn and sunrise gift- wrap the day and present it to us for living. Sunset gives it equally colorful beauty as it become ours for remembering. It is easy and normal to be on hand for both presentations when one is in the country. After one mountain sunrise, with its tonic value, there is a desire for more of the same thing. The colors affect the attitudes with which the work or play of the day is undertaken. Hunger is likely to be the alarm clock in the mountains. Early bedtime and the sound sleep brought on by physical weariness and the lighter air make early rising a natural thing. With only one eye open the thought of a mug of coffee, with a plate of bacon and eggs, and toast made over the coals of a 4 The May 1951 quick fire, entice with the force of a well of water on the desert. Fire, though perhaps not properly called one of earth's pro- cesses, is a most important element in the enjoyment of out-door or cahin living. A wood fire is a luxury in our thermostatically heated homes. The fireplace, the mantel and the fire are in- cluded lor aesthetic value, while in the camp or cabin fire is a basic necessity. Wood comes to he appreciated for its character. Old sumac can be relied upon for quick heat, the dry pine Spring at the church and town hall at Greenfield. ERIC M. SANFORD for crackling intensity, apple wood for the coals that are nearly smokeless for slow cooking or broiling oak, maple, birch and ash make the evening fire, started with plenty of kindling and burning on until bed-time. In the years of tent camping before we built our vacation lodge our fireplace was a carefully laid pile of rocks. Later we made a semicircular monstrosity which we call our mauso- leum because it has contained the ashes of so many trees. A barbecue was made on the left side, a cupboard for wood and picnic supplies on the right, with the wide center left for our evening fires. At dusk when camp was made ready for the night, the food checked to see that nothing was left to tempt rodents, the beds and their mosquito tents arranged, the fire was started. Lobster fishermen of Seabrook and Hampton at Hampton Harbor, just in from hauling the lobster pots. DOUGLAS ARMSDEN Fire affects persons variously, according to temperaments and the times. It may loosen tongues or it may bring on a medita- tive spirit. It may light up the corners of the memory into which we have tucked incidents of the past so that we see them again, vividly or dimly, for delight or for regret. When one sits in front of an out-door fire, the stars and planets become important. How seldom we notice them even in village life, let alone the town and city. The variability of the sky's lamps and candles is full of wonder and fascination to the watcher. Without a knowledge of astronomy, even, all of us become psalmists at heart when the heavens are our most visible neighbors. With the building of our lodge, fire continued to hold its position of top-rating. On fall vacations temperatures have fallen to a low of eight above zero, and we have found ice in the wash basin in the sink. At such times The Man must get up early to get a fire roaring, and only when we have lis- tened to its crackle for some time and are assured of a warm semi-circle in which to he comfortable do we exercise the privilege of dressing by the fire. On such mornings the electric stove is spurned in favor of getting breakfast at the fireplace. More than breakfasts were cooked there this past September. Garden produce was still available, and we found corn especially delightful cooked in its husks over the coals. One rainy noon we put potatoes into the coals and cooked our corn and steak over them. Cucumbers and tomatoes completed the main course, while blueberries from our late-bearing bushes furnished our dessert. In the autumn walking becomes our favorite recreation. Each year we tramp over our own sixty acres, noting the encroachment New Hampshire Troubadour 7 WINSTON POTE Cherry blossoms and a farm at Lancaster. of the forest, as they are not used for farming. After our own place has been thoroughly visited, we walk neglected roads to come upon abandoned farms. Hearing that a near-by acreage was for sale, we set out to find and explore it. It was a climb worth taking, even though we passed an area from which lumbermen had cut the largest of the trees, the cream of the trunks taken away, leaving the skim milk of upper branches and brush to make for disorder. We found the air downright nourishing. There was a lingering odor of berries and we occasionally picked a last red raspberry from a bush by the roadside. Pine odors were strong, and there were mushroom caps poking through the rotting oak stumps and pine needles. When we reached the top of the hill we were rewarded with a view of a deep valley with Monadnock rising on the horizon. Some one had abandoned a home on the hill-crest and silvery hoards and beams lay helter-skelter tumbled into the foundation, with a jagged broken chimney standing smokeless in the sun. Bouquets and the making of dish gardens look much of my time. For the first time we saw the closed gentians and used 8 The May 1951 them in our vases with the plentiful golden rod. The gentian has a blossom that looks like several blue Christmas bulbs fastened inside their four long and pointed leaves. One bouquet remained fresh and beautiful for ten days. While The Man was getting in the wood supply I took my basket in search of mosses and ferns, berries and ground pine. These oddments for dish gardens provided gifts for neighbors and relatives whom I wished to remember in a small way on our return. There were the numerous varieties of moss, the checkerberries with their waxen leaves and red berries, the partridge berry vines the grey-green fungi growing wherever rotting vegetation would give it food the parasitical growth which resembled tiny red flowers the seedlings of maple and birch in their two-inch beginnings all these would live for weeks in our own home and in the homes of our friends. Just once I came upon two freshly risen purple mushrooms which lasted in a moss garden for ten days, giving an oriental touch to the whole. What a queer load of baggage we carried home on the September trip! The moss gardens were made up and put on the floor of the car's rear seat. There were apples from our neglected orchard. From one tree we picked bushels of small but delicious Roman beauties, remarkably free of worms. Cooked in their skins and strained, they were to give us tasty pink apple sauce for weeks to come. Together The Man and I had cut and prepared several bundles of white birch logs for Christmas presents and donations to our own church lair. Chosen for lovely markings, sawed into measured lengths, washed and tied with red ribbon, they make splendid gifts. With them we tucked in several logs of lilac New Hampshire Troubadour 9 LUCY G. LOEKLE Spring scene at a roadside near Richmond. Mrs. Loekle writes: "As a frequent visitor to New Hampshire I have taken many photographs, especially kodachromes, of its beauty spots and also the home life of your sturdy people who live so contentedly in the rugged folds of the Granite Hills. "Among things that are especially noticeable is the well fed plump- ness of your farm animals — no 'austerity' there! — / have not seen their equal in any of the surround- ing states. It is one of the pleasures of visiting New Hampshire to find this unchanged aspect of once thriving, happy rural life. "In the vicinity of Richmond last spring I made a portrait of 'Two New Hampshire Beauties' on the roadside as I could not resist carrying away uith me this memory, as I think it portrays so well the animals of your state, reflecting as they do also, the character of the owners." 10 wood which we like to use a little at a time in our fires in the Franklin stove. Though our God demands no incense, that is no reason to leave it out of our living, and lilac is the most fragrant wood for burning. The simple chores of carrying water and cutting and stacking firewood, the clearing of the fallen trees from the living, all have significance and delight for vacationers who live in a highly conventional situation the balance of the year. I handled a buck saw for the first time last fall, and now that the aching muscles are a thing of the past, the achievement of cutting through a log remains an exciting memory. The rustic life, as may have guessed by now, does something for me. May it always be my privilege to spend a portion of the year, however small, in the country, enjoying life Thoreau-ly. The May 1951 REFLECTIONS ON A MAY MORNING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE by Helen Claire Wills THE STILLNESS OF THE DAWN, on that first May morning in New Hampshire, was comparable to a baby's breath in slumber when, simultaneously with the rising of the sun, a bluebird's song announced the arrival of the day. With the bluebird's song came the sunrise — a picturesque melody of smoky gray and burnished gold — the gray gradually becoming obliterated by the more lustrous rays from the sun's reflection. Then, in turn, the lake outside my window, caught up the golden glints in its slight undulations brought about by the early morning breeze. The dew-drenched leaves on the trees shimmered like butterfly wings in the sun. No one could possibly resist the magic of such a New Hamp- shire morning — nor, would anyone want to! 1 know I didn't, consequently I found myself wide awake, and dressing hurried- ly, with the sense of expectancy that always accompanies the spring. The dogs came bounding at my call and we took off for a brisk walk along the lakeside. The pine trees on either side of the road are beautiful at all times of the year, but that May morning there was added beauty, it seemed, in the newly opened chartreuse leaves of the maple, and the soft green of the birches and poplars, in contrast to the dark, rich green of the pines and spruces. As I sauntered along my attention was caught by the soft murmer of rushing water — first to my right, and then to my left. 1 looked closely to find miniature waterfalls, partially hidden from sight, busy spilling their newly released waters into the New Hampshire Troubadour lake . . . Even a capricious little trout lept ahoved the water all unaware of the fate that was awaiting it — not too far away — in the shape of a fishing enthusiast! As I continued walking I heard the songs of bluebirds, about- to-depart for the summer chick-a-dees, and song sparrows, joyously mingled together where, a moment before, there had been silence except for the murmering of the water. Looking up I saw some little chick-a-dees in the tree directly above me and one brazen little fellow, as he saw me put my hand in my pocket, flew down and lit on my shoulder! As I withdrew my hand and opened it, palm upwards, disclosing sunflower seeds he flew from shoulder to hand, and took his own good time picking out the biggest and best seed before he flew off again to his perch in the tree. For those unacquainted with the epicurean taste of a chick-a-dee I should probably mention that they are inordinately fond of sunflower seeds and, during the winter, are bribed by year 'round residents into almost complete trustfulness. Although the sun, despite the early hour, was warm the air was invigorating and conducive to rapid striding, so I started off again and it was heart warming to be greeted with a cheerful "good morning" — lor I was a newcomer to New England — by a native also out to enjoy the May morning. We exchanged pleasantries, and then it seemed to me from the way she said, "Come, I've something to show you," there was a special treat in store for me — and, so there was. We walked together down the road to her cottage where, as il on parade, dozens of tulips and daffodils were nodding in uni- son, to the sun, against a background ol pink and white apple blossoms. A May Morning's floral tribute to New Hampshire! 12 The May 1951 BOUCHARD Fishing, for trout and salmon at Pleasant Lake, New London. BOY AND FISH He leaned and felt the line go slack And prickled up and down his back, Waiting to feel the sudden run And see the fish arc to the tun. He could not hreathe nor move at all And yet he felt himself grow tall Enough to handle scale and fin Enough to bring a strong fish in. The pull came sharply and he stood As one who finds a moment good, Bracing and reeling head to toes. Watch sunlight bless him as he goes, Man-tall and surely three years older. His first fish swung across his shoulder! The Hampshire Troubadour — Anobel Armour in the Washington Star 13 FRONT COVER: Lilacs at Governor Benning Wentworth estate, Portsmouth. Color photo by Douglas Armsden. BACK COVER: Fishing the Israel River at Jefferson Notch in the White Mountain National Forest. Photo by Winston Pote. FRONTISPIECE: Apple blossoms at Pittsfield. Photo by Eric M. Sanford. NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Democracy Fights: A History of New Hampshire in World War 11, by Philip N. Guyol, published for the State of New Hampshire by Dartmouth Pub- lications, Hanover, N. H., S3.00. A highly readable account of the military, governmental, eco- nomic, and cultural aspects, illuminated by charts, diagrams, and 32 pages of photographs, with many sidelights on the story given in detailed notes 14 and a most attractive volume of 350 pages as to all production details -- design, paper, presswork, and binding. Dublin Days, Old and New, by Henry D. Allison of Dublin, New Hampshire, Exposition Press, Inc., New York. An in- formal history of a typical N e w England village, embodying au- thentic Americana and inform- ative "ruralia," ancient and modern traditions that give it a universality and timelessness. While the ordinary farmer and villageman of the past two cen- turies gave Dublin and the Monadnock Region their essen- tial spirit and character, the fact that Dublin has had many per- manent and temporary residents of prominence in art, literature, education, and business gives the volume added interest. Keith Jennison's New Hampshire, an arrangement of photo- graphs and pithy comments, has been reprinted. Henry Holt and Co., Inc., New York, $2.95. The May 1951 As reported by the Manchester Union-Leader: The Newbery Award, given each year to the author of the nation's best children's book, has been won by Mrs. William McGreal of Peterborough. Mrs. McGreal, who writes under the name of Elizabeth Yates, is the author of Amos Fortune — Free Man, a story based on the life of a Negro slave who purchased his freedom and then made his home in Jaffrey. Summer visitors in New Hampshire this year will no- tice signs marking scenic road- side areas. Sections of the high- ways have been designated for scenic improvement by the New Hampshire Voluntary Road- side Improvement Committee, which was organized last year to help solve the important are contra, square, and folk problems of keeping attractive what the motorist sees as he travels. The voluntary effort is intended to help bring about general improvement of road sides and adjacent premises. Complaints and suggestions may be sent to the secretary of the committee, care of Supervisor of Highway Marking, Depart- ment of Public Works and Highways, at Concord. A new edition of the New Hampshire Recreational Calendar, giving dates of spring and summer events, opening dates of tourist attractions, and other information, will be sent to anyone wishing it. Just ask the State Planning and Development Commission for a copy. The sixth annual New Hampshire Folk Festival is to be at New Hampshire Hall, University of New Hampshire, Durham, May 25 and 26. 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SUBSCRIPTION: 5O CENTS A YEAR DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR Volume XIV April, 1944 Number 1 Springtime Down Home by Alfred Evans It's springtime down home! No, I didn't look at the calendar. They're usually a little off- season, anyway. To really know spring you've got to feel it way down, deep inside. It's like love: there's no mistaking it when at last ii comes. And it seems as though each spring is more beauti- ful than the last, for we have not only the loveliness of the present, but also fond memories of past seasons. It seems as though there were always a million ways of recogniz- ing springtime down home - ground hog's shadow, grandma's "roomytiz," and so on. But I think the youngsters had about the surest way of telling the true signs of spring. From Ground ling's Day sometimes until the first of May we'd watch for those signs on our way to school, The most logical thing to look for was signs of the ice breaking up, down at the old swimming hole. That was the sure sign. No doubt about ii spring had really come even if there should be a 3 Keene, a city of thriving factories and beautiful homes, was granted by thr Massucnuaetts Bay Colony in 1733 as Upper Ashuelot and incorporated in 1753 as Keene in honor oj Sir Benjamin Keene blizzard or two we knew spring had come. And soon the ice would entirely break awaj and floai down stream. Then from the hills above the timbers would come bobbing down on their course in the mills in the Valley below. Watching those logs, listening to their thunder was a thrilling experience to all of us. Sometimes the robins and bob-whites would be singing from the trees and rails before the first thaw. We used to go over into the woods across the was from I ncle (leorge's place to watch them build i heir nests the same woods where the gypsies camped year idler year. Once one of their women folks came toward US, and we ran like the devil, for we had been told that gypsy women "stole Tht April 1944 white children and dunked 'em in t'bacca juice" in order to make gypsies out of them. Yes, sir, it seems as though we wen- all glad to see sprint . I he fact is. we were so eager thai sometimes we'd dig our boots into the ice to see if it would crack just itching to be the first to yell: "It's spring! The ice is'most broken up. Hey, folks, it's spring!" But spring didn't come only to the woods and the young. It meant renewed activity to everything and everyone. While the women folks were head over heels in house cleaning, the men be- gan preparing for the planting season. I hat was when the rafters ol the old barn fairly rang with the sounds of spring. Chains jan- gling, leather squeaking, rusty machinery whiring, and above it all -- men shouting, sometimes cursing, sometimes singing an old hymn! And out behind thebarn there was the unmistakablebawling of Aunt Josephine with her sixth calf. And there's Nellie looking its t hough her colt would be along anytime. And then there's "Papa Ferdinand" stomping his "highland laddy" jive, just to let "them young heifers" knov< that lie was with them — in spirit, anyway. And I can't remember one single spring when old Dr. Belchet didn't come driving by some early morning to say, "It's a boy at the Hopkins place! A ten pound, red-headed little devil looks like Iint. . . ." And Uncle ( n-oige would spit clean through the front gate. "An' just as no account, he'll be, no doubt." "Oh, Idon't know," DoetwinIdsay."Tim's a right good hand." " I'pecker' so. . . ." Ice a-breaking, timbers a-splashing, birds a-singing, kids a- yelling, women a-cleaning, men a-shouting! Horses a-foaling, cows a-calving, thicks a-hatching, the child a-coming to the rejoicing! That's springtime. . . . It seems as though all the world's a-singing one great love song. And I always feel as though it's (lotl's love song u hen it's springtime. "Hey, folks, it's springtime down home!" New Hampshire Troubadour 5 MORE "SMALL TOWN STUFF" by Deanne Southworth Smith It you say "Main Street" to anyone, there will come a picture to his mind of his particular Main Street in some small town where he lives, be il bast or West. To each one of us comes a cherished pic- ture, lor no matter where that small town is, Main Street means pretty much the same thing to him. "Main Street" will forever be to me, no matter where I am, Water Street in Exeter, Yew Ilamsphirc. There is the dignified and imposing Town Ihill at the head of the street, then the Bank, and the Newspaper oilier. Across the street there is the A & P, and the Drug Store, ami the Dry Goods Store, and because it's Exeter, there is a gift Shop and the Book Store. If you are a woman, you go out to do your marketing about nine o'clock in the morning, and almost every morning in the week, you will see almost every- body you know ! It is a bit like one of those large lea parlies where people gather, and yon see somebody you know across the shoul- ders, or around somebody's back. On Main Street you stop to talk to Mrs. Brown, and you see Mrs. Smith on the edge of the crowd, and there's Mrs. husk in the tail of your eye. You find out the very latest news on Main Street. Not by any ticker-tape method, but because you met Mrs. Hall who always knows the very last word about everybody. You know too, before you reach the Bookshop that the new books have come because Professor Black calls it out to you. Mr. Sampson the Agricultural Agent has been ill for quite a while, but you know he's back in his office because his huge dog who everybody knows is King on the threshold of the building where Mr. Sampson has his office. There's Helen crossing the street. You hoped you would see her to tell her about the meeting yesterday. It will save a long telephone 6 The April 1044 Exeter, home of the famous Phillips Exeter Academy, was settled in 1638: this territory had previously been known us Squamscott Falls. Exeter was the state capital during the Revolution, and the state legislature met here frequently until about 1800. conversation. If you see Mrs. King, you'll tell her you can surely go to the Garden Club meeting in Durham on Friday. You chat yourself down the street. You inquire about the health of somebody's elderly mother. You admire Jane's new baby who is out in his pram for the lirsl time. You hear that old Mr. Thompson is very low. You go into the drug store, and while you wait for Mr. Peaver to wail on you, you have a soda with somebody you knots', who is waitinii , too. The druggist thanks you for the card you sent on Christinas, and inquires for your son's cold. You go into the Hank, and Jr. Jones waves and smiles from his Cage. The President himself will bow and smile as you pass his desk. Out in the sunshine again, you pass Dr. Martin, the dentist, Hew Hampshire Troubadour 7 New Hampshire A few scenes selected specially for our boys and girls in the armed services. Top row, left to right: Sailboats on Rust Pond, Wolfeboro (Orne) Road near Walpole (Orne) Spring skiing at Tukerman (Pote). Middle row : Horseback riders at Camp The Homeland Ossipee (H. D. Barlow): Alton Bay, Lake Winnipesaukee (Orne). Bottom row: White Mountain sheep settling their early spring food problme, Mts. Madison and Adams and King Ravine from Randolph (Pote) Boiling maple sap into syrup (Pote). Springfield Town Hall and Church. Granted in 1769, the town was first called "Protectworth" incorporarted in 1794, the name was changed to Springfield. and you smile ruefully, both of yon knowing that you'll be seeing him this afternoon. If it means anything to yon to feel yourself a part of the Town, to feel that you fill a most special place in it, that you are important to people, that there is that feeling of security which comes from being known to many, and if you love that warmthth.ilcomes from being liked, and one of that important whole, you will know that you are a part of Main Street, and it is a part of you. 10 The April 1944 NEW HAMPSHIRE'S STEAMBOAT by George C. Carter IN 1793, fourteen years before the Clermont appeared on the Hudson River, Captain Samuel Morey successfully operated his steamboat on the Connecticut. His father, Colonel Israel Morey, with his wife, an infant in arms and several other children, including Samuel, then four years of age, made the journey to Orford, N. H., from Hebron, Conn, in January 1766 with his ox team. The way was through a trackless forest and unbroken wilderness, but was accomplished without accident. Israel Morey was a man of great mental force and physical vigor. Samuel developed similar characteristics and although devoted to his lumbering and saw mill, operated for the benefit of the settlers, also became an engineer and did well his part in the development of the VValpole, N. H.-Bellows Falls, Vt., area. In 1780 he began an intensive study of the application of steam power. He was in frequent conference with Professor Silliman of Yale and contributed articles to the Journal of Science. He was sure the future of shipping was with the development of steam power. January 29, 1793, a patent bearing the rugged signature of Thomas Jefferson as Secretary of State, was issued to Captain Morey. The invention was for a turning spit to be operated by steam. In 1799 he received a patent for a new water engine over the signature of John Adams, and November 13, 1800, there was another signed by Adams and Lee. July 14. 1813, Morey took out two patents signed by James Madison, President, and James Monroe, Secretary of State, for tide and water wheels. April 1, 1826, Morey received a patent for a gas or vapor engine, signed by J. (.). Adams as President, and Henry Clay, Secretary of State. The patent covering Steam navigation was issued in 1795 and is New Hampshire Troubadour 11 A poultry farm in Durham specializing in "New Hampshire," a distinctive breed that has won wide recognition in both North and South America in recent years now lodged with the New Hampshire Historical Society. He made the boat, built the steam engine, added the necessary machinery and made many nips rip and down the Connecticut River. At the suggestion of Professor Silliman of Yale, Captain Morcy wcin io New York with a model of his boat and with his patents. He was frequendy in conference with Chancellor Livingstone and Robert Fulton. They were most enthusiastic and look copious notes. These conferences finally resulted in an offer of $7,500 for the patents and all rights pertaining thereto. Captain Morey had previously made a price of $15,000, saying he would take nothing less. The two interests never got any nearer together and on the last visit Morey reported that enthusiasm had turned to coldness. 12 The April 1944 He promptly returned to Orford and removed all the machinery from the boat to utilize it in his lumbering and construction business. The boat itself was taken across the river to Lake Morey and sunk, thus ending a dream which he thought was never to come true, But Captain Morey, businessman, prophet and genius, built belter than he knew because wheat the Clermont made its successful trip up the I ludson it was found to include many of the suggestions and some of the patented ideas which had been brought out by Morey some years earlier. Captain Mores built a stately mansion lot himself, another for his daughter and still another was added later. Visitors to Orford on the Connecticut are entranced by these monuments to the ability and energy of a New Hampshire pioneer. New Hampshire members of the armed forces throughout the world will be able to vote in the coming election, as a result of action taken by a special session of the New Hampshire Legislature. Ihe Secretary of State will send a ballot on any informal request made by a veteran or by someone else in his behalf if the address is given. Three bills were passed to make the necessary changes in provisions for absentee voting and to advance the date of the state primary election from September 12 to July 11. The bills also facilitate voting by members of the merchant marine and citizens serving abroad with and attached to the armed forces in the American Red Cross, the Society of Friends, the Women's Auxiliary Service Pilots, and the United Service Organizations. It is estimated officially that the interval between completion of ballots and election day on November 7 will be 85 days, almost double the minimum of 45 days set by the War and Navy Departments. The special session, called by Governor Robert O. Blood, opened on March 21, and the legislative program for soldier voting was completed by Legislature on March 28. The Governor signed the bills on March 29. Two additional bills, adopted to amplify existing veteran's legislation, provided poll tax exemption for widows of World War II, and property tax exemption up to $1,000 for World War II veterans. New Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: Tapping a sugar maple for the sap that is boiled down to maple syrup and maple sugar. (Kodachrome by Winston Pole.) BACK COVER: A modern New Hampshire farm at Walpole. (Photo by Harold Orn e.) Rockingham has been handed reports of the police officers of the town of Exeter from the year 1824 to 1856. In the earlier days the police were evidently a legislative body which met frequently and proclaimed many rules for the conduct of the citizens, some of which appear to us very amusing. A few are as follows: "June 5 (1824) William Marsh has leave to drum for four months from this date on Wednesdays and Saturdays from three to five o'clock in the afternoon in his father's field and not within eight rods of the publick highway." Exeter, June 28th, 1824 Permission is hereby granted to Capt. Daniel Gilman & the company associated under his command to use martial music on the evening of Wednesday, Friday and Monday at any time after sunrise and between that time and sunset and also to practice firing at those times. Police of Exeter Exeter, March 9th, 1835 Police met at the house of John Dodge to advise and instruct those who, when appointed to assist the police in preserving order and prevent any disturbance which may be contrary to law on Tuesday, March 10th (Town Meeting day). The following gentlemen were appointed by the Selectmen to assist the Police: Retire M . Parker John Wentworth Dan'l Rundlett Nathl Tailor Jacob Elliott John Moulton 2 The police wish each one of you to use your best endeavors to quel any riot or disturbance which you may see in the streets tomorrow and if any riot should be commenced to arrest the ringleaders or any others in the same and take them over to the gaol and commit them, they also wish you to be on hand day & evening for the purpose. EBEN PEARSON, Secretary —"ROCKINGHAM'S RAMBLES," in the Exeter News Letter The April 1944 One season one of the early settlers, Philip Jordan, had such a meager larder that he had to dig up the potato seed already planted to keep starvation from the door. Soon berries came and these, with milk, helped to keep his family alive. Mr. Jordan was always calm and self-possessed, let what would happen, and it was related that he was quite a hunter. One winter he killed 17 moose. The best of the meat was kept and eaten fresh through the winter or dried for the summer, The skins were useful for chair bottoms, snowshoe "filling," floor mats, and when tanned served to cover the children in their beds, while the moose's stocks were worn in place of boots and shoes. From History of Coos County A distributor of religious tracts — known in earlier days as a colporteur walked through some freshly fallen snow to the front door, unused during the winter as was the custom in those days, and rang the squeaky doorbell. After some delay the owner shuffled to the door in his carpet-slippers and. after a battle with the lock and holt, succeeded in opening it. "Good morning, sir." said his caller New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD N H obsequiously," would you mind if I left a few tracts here?" "Not if the toes are all pointed toward the gate," remarked the host as he slammedthe door. The forest fire hazard is felt to be especially critical this year because of the manpower shortage and other conditions. For that reason the State I'orestry and Reereation Department is urging motorists, sportsmen, and Others who have occasion to be in or near the woods in New Hampshire to be especially cautious and thoughtful during the coming spring and summer season. If you are considering the purchase, either now or later, of country real estate for year-round or summer home or a farm, send for our free illustrated hook, "A Home in New Hampshire." and for a real estate specification sheet, upon which you can easily indicate what you would like to find. Our real estate bulletin service will bring you offerings without expense or obligation. Spring skiing is now at its height write us for information. New Hampshire Troubadour TO A SOLDIER, RETURNING These fertile acres wait his ministry God grant the frost be gone so he may till His land again . . . Let his returning be When winds blow clean and warm across the hill And let his hand be firm to guide the team He had relinquished to another's hand. With springtime sowing, sow a sweet, new dream Deep in his soul and let him, smiling, stand As tall oaks stand . . . as one who knows the worth Of simple things, who stands where forebears stood And in close fellowship with sky and earth, Walk down his furrows knowing life is good Let him reap harvests, soil and spirit-sown, In deep-lunged peace he fought to make his own! - INEZ CLARK THORSON in Washington Star. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR WiNSTON POTE Upper slope of the headwall of Tucker man Ravine, "The Snow Bowl," Mt. Washington. Spring skiing will be enjoyed here through the month of May and possibly part of June The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XVApril,I 9-45NUMBER 1 SAPTIME by Lewis C. Swain Acting Extension Forester, University of New Hampshire Who first tapped a maple tree in New Hampshire or where he dwelt is a matter of historical conjecture. But whoever he was, his example has been followed with unfailing regularity each spring as snow begins to settle in the woods. Some call it rock maple and others hard maple, but the name preferred by most is sugar maple. Of all sap producing trees, it is the sweetest and its virtues have been sung since that early day in history when somebody first tapped a tree. From tidewater to Pittsburg it's just the same, with no town excepted — buckets, pails, jars, hanging on trees along the road. Anything to catch the sweet sap dripping from rough wooden spiles or patented metal spouts. You may criticize the methods and utensils, but each sugar-maker will tell you that his product is unexcelled, for didn't he learn how to make it thick and dark — or light as amber, or to lake it off just when — well, that's how grandfather did it. New Hampshire Troubadour3 The best of it is that there's fun in it along with a lot of hard work. The little girl in the red dress, bare legs and galoshes, strives just as hard to carry her small pail of sap without spilling as the 88-year-old veteran with his wooden yoke and brace of buckets. Lest you gain the impression that this is the way New Hampshire maple producers go about making their two, three or five hundred gallons of syrup, you may recall the sugar house at the edge of the maple grove. And if you are one of the fortunate, you remember the sugaring-off party you went to. Yes, they still use oxen to haul collecting tanks, though there aren't as many as there used to be. Horses are more commonly seen working around the sugar bush. Instead of old-fashioned pans set on brick arches, shining evaporators now send up clouds of steam through ventilators in the roof. To each visitor it seems incredible that cold sap from the storage tank comes in at one end of the evaporator and that only a dozen or fifteen feet away at the other end finished syrup is bubbling seven degrees higher than the temperature of boiling water. And this, by the way, is the point at which the syrup is drawn off. Many people use the hydrometer to be sure of exact density and only recently a new standardizing instrument called a hydrotherm has put in an appearance. No two sugar houses will be found just alike. Each is built according to ideas or whims, but the essentials are always there. First in importance is a good supply of dry wood, for once a fire is started under the evaporator the sap must boil rapidly to make high quality syrup. Some say that it takes a cord of wood for every 60 to 70 buckets hung on the trees. A bench or table, stools, backless chairs and sometimes a stove help to make the rustic appearance just about complete. Over near Winnipesaukee is a sugar house like that, and on the stove there's always a coffee pot. Night sap boiling, with some of the neighbors dropping in, a cup of coffee, some home-made doughnuts and plenty of new syrup — well, that's as right as anything can be. 4The April 1945 INTERNATIONAL NEWS PHOTOS Samuel W. Smith of High Maples Farm, Gilford, with the aid of competent helpers, gathering sap for maple syrup The smell of wood smoke in the grove, of steaming syrup nearly done, and even tobacco, leaves an impression never to be erased from memory. Nights when ice forms in the sap buckets with warm, thawing sunshine the next day are best for good sap flow. It takes a barrel or more of sap to make a gallon of syrup and when the run is favorable, everybody is on the jump. Pails on trees are full and running over, boiling is at top speed in the evaporator and it's work around the clock. One veteran of many a maple season said he hoped to be able to fill his syrup orders, already at the five hundred gallon mark. Did he really enjoy it or was it just a lot of hard work? You should have seen his eyes light up when he said, "Yes, I like it." New Hampshire Troubadour5 The old trees, some tapped more than fifty years, are weather beaten and a little infirm. They have lived useful lives, giving pleasure and profit. Each one has provided sap for sweet maple syrup, or delightful scalloped sugar cakes, and perhaps maple candies, heart or leaf shaped. Some people are caring for young trees to replace the older ones as they drop out one by one. And this is as it should be. May the time never come when Mother, Dad and the children fail to greet springtime as saptime. SUNSETATNEWFOUNDLAKE by Alden Paul Gurney U.S.N.R. S.2/c Evening was drawing near, and the sun began to settle behind Sugar Loaf Mountain. The lake looked like a giant mirror reflecting the colors of the sky and the blue of the mountain. Bright red shaded gently and smoothly into a light orange, and finally into the gray of evening. The mountain, capped with blue haze, stood in bold relief against the sunset glow. Off the lake drifted a large silvery cloud which wound its way through the valley and seemed to make a path to the heavens. As the sun sank lower the mountain became gray in color, light at the top and gradually deepening into darkness at the base. A soft wind blew through the pine trees, making a low, eerie whispering sound that seemed to be the voice of the forest. An eagle circling the lake turned towards its nest on a barren tree high on a lofty crag. All the earth seemed to become peaceful as God gently pulled the blanket of evening over the world and tucked it to sleep for the night. 6The April 1945 "WHENCECOMETHMYHELP" by Odell Shepard Let me sleep among the shadows of the mountains when I die, In the murmur of the pines and sliding streams, Where the long day loiters by Like a cloud across the sky, Where the moon-drenched night is musical with dreams. Lay me down within a canyon of the mountains, far away, In a valley filled with dim and rosy light, Where the flashing rivers play Out across the golden day, And a noise of many waters brims the night. All the wisdom, all the beauty I have lived for, unaware, Came upon me by the banks of upland rills I have seen God walking there In the solemn soundless air When the morning wakened wonder in the hills. I am what the mountains made me, of their green and gold and gray, Of the dawnlight and the moonlight and the foam.... Mighty mothers far away, Ye, who washed my soul in spray, I am coming, mother mountains, coming home. When I draw my dreams about me, when I leave the darkling plain Where my soul forgets to soar and learns to plod, I shall go back home again To the kingdoms of the rain, To the blue purlieus of heaven, nearer God. Where the rose of dawn blooms earlier across the miles of mist, Between the tides of sundown and moonrise I shall keep a lover's tryst With the gold and amethyst, With the stars for my companions in the skies. From "The Oxford Book of American Verse," by Bliss Carman New Hampshire Troubadour7 ROCHESTER Rochester, incorporated in 1722, and including what are now Farmington and Milton, became a city in 1891. Top row, left to right: 1. The Square. 2. City Hall. 3. Main Street from the Square. Middle row: 1. Honor Roll in front of City Hall. 2. Home of the late Ex. Gov. Rolland Spaulding. Bottom row: 1. Cocheco River from North Main Street Bridge. 2. Spaulding High School Athletic Field. 3. Frisbie Memorial Hospital. All photos by A. Thornton Gray New Boston, home of the Molly Stark Gun of Revolutionary War Time, an unspoiled hill town with many fine farms —year-round and summer homes, and magnificent views from its encircling hills, OLDNEWHAMPSHIRE by Engign Sid Dimond U.S.N.R. Fellows in the service are constantly exposed to information on "what they are fighting for." Of course, every man has his own conception of the ideals involved in this struggle. Most of us, as everyday human beings, find these elements best expressed in just one word . . . democracy. And so, realizing that democracy (with its related freedoms) is the reason for whatever sacrifices are necessary to win the war, we find ourselves asking, "What does democracy mean to me?" The answer is usually based on the so-called "little" comforts and pleasures of life which have come into our lives as a result of living under that system of government. 10 The April 1945 What are some of these comforts and pleasures? The wife . . . Mom . . . the family. The dear ones are always first, especially when things are going badly and one is lonely. But always there, running for second place, is the home town, the state, and all it has to offer. Now it seems to me that we from New Hampshire are especially fortunate in that direction. As we look back over the days when we were just civilians, hundreds of precious memories are recalled. In my particular case, it's the smell of boiling maple sap in the pans at Granddad's maple sugar house in Penacook . . . swimming and boating at the State's largest lake ... or the thrill of a first Tramway ride, especially when the Tram passes over the supports and you suddenly realize that you are hundreds of feet above a tiny, green, miniature forest. Or, perhaps, standing on the top of Rattlesnake Hill and watching the hustle and bustle of Concord as though it were just a toy model of a town . . . the placid Merrimack threading its way toward Manchester, and infinite busses and trains going their way. Yeah, that's New Hampshire! Or, perhaps, it's just a stroll through the picturesque State campus at Durham, or a Sunday afternoon dip at the State beach down Hampton way! And many is the week end the boys and I have enjoyed a trek to the summit of Mt. Washington, or a drive to the Ski Tow, passing through Crawford Notch for another peek at nature's panorama. Most of us have our own little spot in New Hampshire where we feel closer to God through the beauty of Mother Nature . . . and thoughts go back there sometimes. With me, it's a little out-of-the-way place called Broad Cove, just outside of Hopkinton, where man's civilization hasn't touched the rugged scenery. There I can think ... free from the maddening pace of the modern world. Shucks, there are many others which could be mentioned . . . but each man has his own particular places . . . his own particular memories ... and his own particular plans for those glorious New Hampshire Troubadour11 days after victory has become ours. Maybe it's a fishing and camping (or skiing trip) in the White Mountains ... or, perhaps, just a new home built down Epsom way. But whatever it is, in a way it is helping to win the war. For, as one of my friends in North Africa wrote, "The memories we cherish, and the plans for future pleasures, always make our present situation seem a little more bearable. Yup, it sure helps!" Back in Garrison School in Concord our teacher taught us a song which has, time and time again, run through my mind. Never has it meant more to me than at the present moment. It is our State Song, and part of it goes something like this: "With a skill that knows no measure .. . God made the rugged old Granite State!" One of these days, old Granite State, we're coming back . . . and when we do we'll be better Americans . . . better able to appreciate what has been placed for us, and built for us, from the shores of the Atlantic to the snow-capped splendor of our mountain ranges! NEWHAMPSHIRETOWNMEETINGS (Quoted by permission from Time magazine of March 26) It was fine town-meeting weather. The roads were passable. Spring was on its way. The good citizens of New Hampshire met, as they have every spring for 150 years or more, to elect the township officers, approve or amend the budgets, define the general policy of 224 towns for the coming year. It was the purest and the oldest manifestation of democracy in the U.S. Mindful of the unusually heavy snows and the discomfort of the past winter, the cautious people of the Granite State unbound their wallets, voted to buy record amounts of snow-removal and bridge-building equipment. They laid out unusually large sums, too, for 12The April 1945 Colburn Park and main business section of Lebanon such postwar projects as road construction, sewer systems, sewage disposal, and memorials for their servicemen. Pembroke decided to auction off its police station to the highest bidder. Weare sold its tramp house for $1 — cash. Dorchester recessed at noon for a hot dinner and homemade fudge. Oldtimers pondered Surry's attendance — the smallest town meeting in years — and concluded that "everybody's working." Mason was pleased that its police department cost only $8 in 1944, but voted to give it an additional $17 for 1945. Rye felicitated its venerable town clerk on his 83 years and his 58th term in office. These were the normal, every-year matters of New Hampshire living. But this year, as never before, the sights of New Hampshire-men were set on wider horizons. At the bottom of every ballot in every town was a searching question: "To see if the town will vote to support United States membership in a general system of inter- New Hampshire Troubadour 13 national cooperation, such as that proposed at the Dumbarton Oaks Conference, having police power to maintain the peace of the world." The question had . . . become Senate Joint Resolution No. 1. In most towns there was little debate on it, and most townsfolk admitted that they did not know much about the plan. But they gave international cooperation a thumping (18-to-l) yea. Their sons were fighting all over the world, and they were for anything that gave hope of keeping it from happening again.. . . Front Cover: Mt. Washington and Peabody River from Gorham in April. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Adams from the Glen in April. Photograph by Winston Pote. Spring fishing on New Hampshire lakes begins April 15, with trolling for lake trout and salmon. On the same day the season opens for brook trout at Lake Sunapee, New London, and at Pleasant Lake, Elkins. Elsewhere in the state the brook trout season opens May 1. Mild weather in late February and in March has advanced spring fishing conditions by about two weeks. The brook trout daily limit is 15 fish, six inches or more in length, or five pounds, except that at Sunapee the minimum length is ten inches, and in northern Coos County there are a few special regulations. Anglers are advised to consult the fishing laws to be sure that they remain within the regulations. A copy will be sent on request. The youngest and one of the most active agricultural organizations of the state is the New Hampshire Maple Producers Association. There are now 116 members. "Two crocheted bonnets," by Sarah K. Colony. Our own judgment was, if they were intended for bonnets, they would ornament the head of a lady to the best advantage in the shade, when the mercury stood about 90. 14 The April 1945 "As a whole, the Ladies' Department was marked by fewer features of mediocrity than any other of the exhibition. One omission, it struck us, might be rectified at future meetings: that was the absence of the ages of the young contributors from the tickets upon their specimens of crayon, oil, and other paintings, etc. We know the delicacy which interferes with this requirement in the case of older young ladies, and would respectfully suggest that the age should be specified in every case where the competitor has not exceeded fourteen years." — From "Transactions of the New Hampshire State Agricultural Society for the year 1854" In the February issue of "Historical New Hampshire," a publication of the New Hampshire Historical Society, there is an interesting article, "Price Control in New Hampshire in 1777," by Dr. Kenneth Scott. We quote the following: "Early in the Spring of 1777 the state legislature fixed the prices for the common necessaries of life. Some two years later, on September 22, 1778, a convention of dele- New Hampshire Troubadour gates for the state met in Concord under the presidency of John Lang-don and agreed that it was ' absolutely necessary to have affixed prices to most articles of trade.' Some 30 commodities were named with their 'ceiling' prices. These prices were to hold for Portsmouth and certain other places, while the remaining towns were to make their own regulations and set prices to be taken by innkeepers, tradesmen and laborers. It was further recommended that everyone sell commodities as much lower than the proposed prices as possible, while all persons acting contrary to the regulations were to be exposed as 'enemies to their country.' " Blake H. Rand, aged 83 years, Rye's perennial town clerk, was returned to office at Tuesday's town meeting, to serve his 58th term. Mr. Rand lays claim to being New Hampshire's oldest town clerk in point of service. Endorsed by both the Republican and Democratic parties, Clerk Rand, Tuesday, received the highest vote of any town official, 307 persons expressing a preference for his continued services. — Exeter News Letter 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. APRIL NOW IN MORNING CLAD .iby Bliss Carman April now in morning clad Like a gleaming oread, With the south wind in her voice, comes to bid the world rejoice. With the sunlight on her bow, Through her veil of silver showers, April o’er New England now Trails her robe of woodland flowers. Violet and anemone While along the misty sea, Pipe at lip, she seems to blow Haunting airs of long ago. From “Bliss Carman’s Poems” Published by: Dodd, Mead & Co., New York*B S': Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR APRIL 1951 The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May H, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord. New Hampshire under the Act of March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XXI APRIL, 1951 CONFESSION by Frederick W. Branch You ask why I never write Of love that smiles through tears, Of truth and beauty and the might Of faith that laughs at fears And why, instead of these, I write Of floods and fields and walls. Of trees and trains, and eyes that light When Spring's first robin calls. There's beauty in a bridge's flight And courage in a train There's faith in orchards blossomed white And truth where cables strain. Why do I never catch the beat Ol love that smiles and sings? Perhaps my soul has dusty feet Instead of soaring wings. Number 1 New Hampshire Troubadour From "Land Of The Yankees" COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! by Rudolph Elie in The Boston Herald Some day, before I am too old to bail out a rowboat, I should like to catch a salmon. For that matter, I should like to catch, 1, lake trout 2, a whitefish 3, a shad 4, a carp 5, an eel 6, a yellow perch 7, a sunfish 8. a horned pout 9, a chub and to, anything. Not really anything, as a matter of fact, because I doubt if there is anyone in Dishwater Mills between July 1 and August 1 who catches as many bass and pickerel as I do. They instinctively realize, when I come by with my casting rod and my immense assortment of gaudy geegaws, that I view with extreme distaste the process of cutting them up for the frying pan. Knowing that they are — when they snap at my bait — merely in for a brief outing in rather more concentrated oxygen than they prefer, they seem to welcome the chance for a visit. We look each other over and part company. The only flaw in this sort of thing is that nobody believes me when I say that I can catch bass and pickerel in Lake Winnipesaukee (which is the principal arena of this singular narrative) any time I feel like it. And without those terrifying helgramites, either. However, what I really want to catch is a salmon, and I have tried every means short of dredging. I know they're in the lake, too, because everybody says so and because there was a picture in the local paper the other day of two fellows holding up a couple of huge ones by the tail. They were game wardens who'd 4 The April 1951 caught them in a trap, but the fact remains they got them. So I know they're in the lake everybody says so. Moreover, a fishing crony of mine, a fellow of indisputable veracity, told me that after ten years of coming up to Winnipesaukee the day the ice went out, he finally found himself right in the middle of a school of gigantic salmon rolling around on the surface feeding on Mies. In two casts with his fly rod, Jim got two salmon, neither of them particularly gigantic. That was ten years ago and he's never seen one since. But they're here Jim says so. Old Harry Perkins says so. too, and he is so eminent in the field of guiding fishermen that he grows a white beard every winter, puts on his red flannel shirt, and comes down to the Sportsmen's Show in Boston to sit around in the New Hampshire booth just to answer questions about salmon and trout fishing and to lend atmosphere to the affair. I saw him in Wolfeboro the other day and we chatted a little while about salmon fishing. He'd just come in with a couple of fellows he'd been guiding and they had a bucket lull of yellow perch and sunfish. The salmon fishing warn’t so good Mrs. Richard Sleeper of Wolfeboro with an eight-pound salmon taken from Winter Harbor. Lake Winnipesaukee. May If. 1950. Other popular salmon lakes in New Hampshire are Newfound, Sunapee. First and Second Connecticut, Merrymeeting. and Pleasant Lake (New London). New Hampshire Troubadour N. H. FISH AND GAME DEPT. Fishing on Paugus Bay, Lake Winnipesaukee, just after ice-out in April. right row, he said, but they didn't git skunked by a damsite. Ain't that a purty mess o' pan fish? But salmon're in here, he added, shoulda seen them big ones we was gettin' a little while hack. So they're in here all right. )im says so and Harry says so and the local newspaper says so and everybody says so. Mr. Corkum, who gets as much dope on the salmon situation as anyone, says they're in the lake too. He runs a sporting goods and men's furnishing shop down in Wolfeboro and everybody, sooner or later, goes in to say hello to Mr. Corkum and buy a new fishing gadget. So in the process they tell him what they've caught and how much it weighed and what they caught it on and everything except where they caught it. Sure, says Mr. Corkum, who has a couple of big ones mounted on the walls of his store, they're in here all right. Everybody says so. Thus inspired, 1 have dragged 40 pounds of spinners from Melvin Village to the Barber's Pole, from the Long Island 6 The April 1951 bridge to Sally's Gut, from Bulrush Cove to Brickyard Cove. I have towed this formidable apparatus, complete with minnow, on the end ol a hundred yards ol copper line at depths of 20 teet, 40 feet, 80 feet, and 160 feet. I have towed this when the wind was coming from the south, east, west, north and all points in between and sometimes from all of them at the same time. I have done this at one mile an hour, two, three, lour, five ami up to 12 miles an hour. Further, in my more desperate moments, I have dangled worms, helgramites, crawfish, minnows, shiners, grasshoppers, old hunks of hread and pieces of red flannel at all depths, in all water temperatures and over all bottoms. 1 have never even had a nibble, let alone caught a salmon. But don't get me wrong. I can get all the bass and pickerel I want any old time. Yet some day, before I am too old to hold a boat rod, I am going to catch a salmon in Lake Winnipesaukee. They're in here. Everybody says so. Local fisherman around Winnipesaukee say you should fish lor "sammun" from "ice out" time (usually in mid-April) until early June. July and August are just naturally tough months to find 'em. Some say right after the ice melts is the best time to fish. Others prefer the period while the lresh water smelt, natural food ol the salmon, are "running" up the brooks to spawn (late April and early May). Still others feel you have best luck when the smelt are through spawning. Of course the answer is simple—just make sure you are in the right spot, at the right time, fishing at the right depth with the right lure, bait, or fly, with the right tackle. That's all!—Ed. New Hampshire Troubadour ~ MY HOME TOWN, PIERMONT by Mildred D, Mndgett Until last summer, Piermont, New Hampshire, was to me just a name. Remembering that my grandfather was born there, we decided to stop and look for the burying ground. We were rewarded with the unexpected pleasure of finding the house built by great-grandfather Tyler over 150 years ago—the first frame house built in Piermont, in which my grandfather was horn. In the house were the hand-hewn beams, to x 16 inches, the handmade bricks used in the 10-foot square chimney with its five fireplaces corner posts in the rooms, and Christian doors. My interest in the early history of Piermont of my Tyler and McConnell ancestors was revived. The Tylers had come up the river from Lebanon, Connecticut, in the fall of 1768. I can imagine what that first log cabin must have been like, for nails and glass were scarce and costly brick and lime were lacking. The logs were probably chinked with mud the chimney made of field stones and there probably wasn't more than one win- dow. Some families actually lived through more than one winter with only a curtain of skins to serve as a door. Fortunately in 1769, wild game was most abundant moose on the meadows and, of course, deer. Hut there were also bears and wolves which destroyed the sheep. Great-grandfather killed a hear in his own yard. Hut the worst disaster was the so-called "Northern Army" of worms in the summer of 1770, when every hit ol corn and wheat was destroyed. Fortunately, the worms letl the pumpkins, and wild pigeons were plentiful. Three Tyler ancestors captured quo dozen pigeons in ten days. The neighbors were invited in for several picking "bees" and « The April 1951 Lobster boats by the Portsmouth. In background each was allowed to take home the pigeons which he had plucked. But the feathers which were left proved to be enough for "four very decent beds," according to great-great- m grandfather. The pumpkins were made in- to "pumpkin dowdy" (stewed a long time until brown) and then frozen tor pies. When the apple harvests were plenti- ful, the community had apple- paring "bees." For it was not unusual to make fifty mince pies at a time and freeze them. New Hampshire Bridge over the Piscataaua River. - Maine docks at is the Interstate Another disaster pursued the early settlers of Piermont, for in 1771 the Connecticut river overflowed its banks and buried their fields in two or three feet of sand. Fortunately, there were some bright spots in the history. The first wedding in Piermont in 1772 was that ol my great- grandparents. The bride was not quite thirteen years old. In the next lorty years, she bore thirteen children. Alter a quarter ol a century of raising a family in log cabins, I am glad she had her last fifteen years in the frame house which we saw last summer. It must have seemed like a palace to her. A graphic description of the arrival in Piermont of great- New Hampshire Troubadour Q DOUGLAS ARMSDEN grandmother Sarah and her parents, the McConnells, has been preserved. A man on horseback found the family miles from Piermont, most ol them barefoot with their household goods on a broken-down horse, but the family was laughing as well as scolding and crying. The decision to send the 12-year-old girl and the two-year-old child ahead with the rider, who had found them, met with a problem. Sarah could not stay on the horse riding side-saddle, so her mother suggested, "in laith, there must be a leg on each side of the horse." The rider carried the two-year-old in his arms and tried to keep him awake by com- menting on the howling of the wolves. When they reached Piermont at midnight on a moolight night and the rider brought the children into his home, he fainted. The McConnells were some of the Scotch-Irish Presbyterians, who were forced to flee from Ireland after the fall of London- derry. These immigrants brought with them the newest skills in spinning and weaving flax, a skill which was as important in Colonial days as the ability to make yarn out of wool. Although eight ol great-grandmother Sarah's thirteen children were girls. who could help her, she must have been efficient to clothe and lecd a family ot fifteen persons, especially in the years after the Revolution, as well as during the war years. Her lather, Capt. Thomas McConnell was already serving in the Revolution, when her husband Jonathan enlisted in Col. House's company. When our army retired from Ticonderoga at the approach ol the British, Jonathan was captured by the Eng- lish. Since he seemed to be a model prisoner, after a while he was allowed to help build a block-house on the east side ol Lake Ceorge. After a few days, the axes needed grinding, so the British allowed Jonathan to go to the spring just over the hill to 10 letch some water. He hung his pail on the hark spout Irom the spring and while the pail was rilling, he took "French leave." For four days, he and his companion lived in the woods on leaves, buds, twigs, and roots until they reached a settlement, l.vcntually he received a pension of $8 per month for his ser- vices, which must have helped a hit in the support of a family ol fifteen. Piermont is now much more to me than just a name. It is really my home town, lor everyone was so cordial that I felt like a prodigal daughter returning to the ancestral home. I like to remember Peaked Mountain lor which the town was named, standing out like a giant pier. Spring skiers running the steep upper slope of the i'tttkerninn Raiine llendnull on t. Washington. WINSTON POTE CURRIER MOUNTAIN by Robert S. Monahan Visitors in the White Mountain National Forest will find a new name on their maps, when the next editions are published. Pine Peak, the 2800-foot summit in the Dartmouth Range over- looking Jefferson and Randolph, has heen officially renamed "Currier Mountain" by a recent decision of the U. S. Board on Geographic Names. Few among those who live and work in the White Mountains need an introduction to the late Horace Currier, whose thirty years of service in the White Mountain National Forest coincided with its first three decades of development. Visitors may not have become so well acquainted with the man personnally, but they know the works he left behind him. They travel over Forest roads which were built and improved under his supervision, they stop at Forest Camps which he helped plan and develop, ant they hike on trails that he WINSTON POTE blazed years ago. That immortal critic of the White Mountains, Starr King, has written that at no other point than Jefferson Hill can a visitor "see the White Hills themselves in such array and force." And in the foreground of the panorama extolled by Starr King rises Currier Moun- tain, where it belongs. Currier Alot/n/aiit. {///ring into the skyline in left center directly over elm tree. Son/hern /teaks of Presidential Range on left. Dart- mouth Range on right. Taken from Carter estate in Jefferson. BEFORE I GET TOO OLD by Henry Davis Nacl/g, Jr. ( a g e 15) Before I get too old I am going to huy some property in New Hampshire. New Hampshire is the hest place to hunt, fish, trap, or lor any other outdoor sport. If you're the kind that just likes to relax lor a few days or take life easy. New Hamp- shire is just the place for you. Northern New Hampshire parti- cularly is the most scenic place in New England with all its mountains peaks. There is Mt. Washington. Twin Mt., Fran- conia Notch, which are all very interesting places to visit. The thing 1 especially like about New Hampshire is that in some parts the forests are quite dense and it is I tin hiking along through big thickets of trees and brush. Every summer our family visits my Aunt, who has a gift shop near Dixville Notch, which is about fifty miles from the Cana- dian line. We have wonderful times at her place. There are about ten good fishing streams within a few miles' radius and we en- joy fishing practically all day. When we finish fishing we take home our catch and then sit around and take it easy. One of the outstanding experiences that 1 have had at my aunt's Iarm is when we decided to take a hike up Signal Mt. The mountain has a fire tower and we stayed overnight with the warden in his cabin. It is interesting to hear him tell all the tales which he had gathered during his five years on the mountain. All in all you can't beat New Hampshire in anything. So be- fore I get too old I am going to buy land near my aunt's and build a few nice cabins so that I can go up there and stay every summer. New Hampshire Troubadour ] X FRONT COVER: The village of Cornish. Color photo by Win- ston Pote. BACK COVER: A s u m m e r cottage on Lake Wentworth, W olleboro. Photo by Eric San- ford. FRONTISPIECE: T h e fire look- out tower and airplane beacon on Mt. Kearsarge, near Warner. Photo by Ralph F. Pratt. New Hampshire visitors are remind- ed to be extra careful to avoid starting fires during the spring "fire season." After the snow melts and the dead leaves and grasses dry out, the tiniest fire may become serious. Troubadour readers may be interested to know the county in which autos bearing New Hampshire plates were regis- tered. The first letter in the registration designates the coun- ty, as follows: B—Belknap. C— Carroll, F—Cheshire. F— Straf- II ford, G—Grafton, Ff—Hills- borough, L—Hillsborough, M Merrimack, O—Coos, R—Rock- ingham, and S—Sullivan. My Thoughts of East Wakefield The little waxes that lap the shore Make me think ol Fast Wake- field more and more. The blue, blue sky, and the big white clouds Are all bunched up in big white crowds. The big tall pine is really mine. The blue-green lake, tor Heav- en's sake, Is just another home I take. All this is really my home ami shield. And that's what I think of Fast Wakefield. Carolyn Porter (age 8) West Medford, Mass. The April 1951 A letter written to the Editor of the Dayton, Ohio, Daily News: Perhaps our Dayton people would be willing to read of some experiences of a late hay fever exile who found relief in New Hampshire which, in Oc- tober, is the most beautiful ol all our states. T h e frost touches the trees early and words can- not adequately describe t h e magic color of the maples with every shade of red, carmine, scarlet, vermilion, orange, and gold. . . The state offers visitors the Cathedral of the Pines near the Bay State border. This great grove of stately trees is on a lofty pinnacle or knoll overlook- ing two bodies ot water with a mountain as a background. Here twenty-seven religious sects have held services . . . The Cathedral is a memorial by the Sloane family to Lt. Sanderson Sloane, killed in action in Ger- tnany in the Second World War. In surroundings of ravishing grandeur and beauty have been New Hampshire Troubadour EVANS PRINTING CDMPANT CQNI i !'•• N. H. erected before the congregations' seats of massive planks an altar, a lectern, a baptismal font, and pulpit, with stones from every state in the union, from the Dead Sea, Mount of Olives, Vatican, Coliseum, Creat Wall of China, battlefields, and sites of famous events in history. It is not advertised. There is no charge. There are thousands of reverent visitors from all parts of the nation and the world. There- is no obligation. All is free. Mr. Douglas Sloane spoke to the crowd. He pointed out rare and beautiful stones in the font and lectern, the petrified wood from Arizona and Idaho, and then we were startled to see him point to a stone near the top of the altar and say "This stone, known as Dayton limestone, is from the quarry from which the Old Courthouse at Dayton, Ohio, was made, said by the late eminent architect, Ralph Adams Cram, to be the finest thing in America. Roy G. Fitzgerald 15 ^'?* '•Mr*" A LOW OPINION — Dorothy Hanson Today on my no-trespass sign A robin sat— Copper-colored, pert, Possessive, fat. You're welcome, Iriend, to all The meadow view The prohibition's not Designed for you. Only mankind are trespassers By law's decree. An angleworm, of course. Might disagree. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour August 1944 By winding roads, through pasture lands, 'Long streams thatflow by hidden ways, The graceful elms lift up their heads In mute but perfect praise. — WARWICK JAMES PRICE F. R. WENTWORTH The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. SUBSCRIPTION: 50 CENTS A YEAR DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME xiv August, 1944 JUNE 6, 1 944 by Kenneth Andler ON THE SIXTH DAY OF JUNE in the year of our Lord, 1944, there occurred in Europe an event unparalleled since 1066: the Invasion. On that day, too, in our New Hampshire village something took place unprecedented in local history: a prayer meeting on the Common. Of course, this local incident as seen against the backdrop of the stupendous European event was of only microscopic importance, but examination of the design of a snowflake may be as interesting and instructive as the contemplation of the blizzard of which it is a part. If anyone had told us a few years ago that it would be possible to collect from the whole town of Newport even ten people for an outdoor prayer meeting open to all faiths we would certainly have thought him crazy. Prayer meetings even in churches haven't been held for years. But such was the impact of the news from Europe that in spite of threatening weather some two thousand persons gathered for the occasion. New Hampshire Troubadour 3 The Common at Newport WALDRON'S STUDIO This day of prayer which was, of course, observed in many other places was instigated here by the commanding officer of the local State Guard company, a man not essentially religious but, as a veteran of the last war, intensely patriotic. Opened by him. the meeting was conducted by ministers of the Congregational, Meth-odist and Baptist denominations, by a Roman Catholic priest and by a leading Jewish citizen. The Common is an exceptionally large village green surrounded by ancient elms and maples. Near the center of it stands the Monument, of native granite, the statue of a Civil War soldier in rather heroic proportions. At the north end of the green a sizeable elm, set out as a sapling after the last war, grows in living memory of those who gave their lives in that conflict. Only a week before, on 4 The August 1944 Memorial Day, the State Guard had fired a volley here and a bugle had sent its liquid notes echoing out into the hills, its silvery music gathering up into one knot all the emotional strands connected with that day. Here on D-Day, near the monument, around a platform erected for the purpose, gathered the people at a prearranged signal sounded on the fire alarm to offer prayer at 5:30 in the afternoon. The speakers used a public address system. The throng was silent, attentive, reverent. There was none of the confusion usually asso- ciated with open air meetings. It was a church outdoors. An accomplished fact is a real thing, and having occurred, it is indisputable. But I venture to say that as the years go by this prayer meeting will be looked back upon with wonder and amazement by those who were there. And succeeding generations who are told about it, if they are living in normal, peaceful times, will look upon the people of this generation much as we have been accus- tomed to regard the early Puritans who conducted family prayers each day, that is to say, as very rare birds indeed and not like the flesh and blood human beings we know. Such descendants of ours if enjoying the soft and safe ways of peace will no more understand us than we have understood until lately those hardy pioneers living in dangerous times who frequently called on a Power greater than themselves for aid. In the so-called debunking age of the twenties, if I recall correctly, some doubt was cast on the incident of George Washington kneeling in the snow at Valley Forge to pray. Who would doubt that today? Who would look upon it as a curious event in a remote and vague past? On the contrary, it seems as up to date as today's newspaper. The numerous incidents, in this war. of men adrift in open boats praying for rescue, of religious services held before sanguinary battles attest to the old, old fact that in times of trouble men call upon God for help. It becomes clear to us that the people in olden times, whom we have thought to be more religious than we New Hampshire Troubadour 5 DOUGLAS ARMSDEN The Dolly Copp Camp Ground, Pinkham Notch, White Mountain National Forest are, were no doubt a great deal like ourselves, but were plunged into the shadow of overwhelming events as we have been and that we are reacting much as they did. This isn't a sermon. I'm trying to report and explain what happened here. But even an agnostic would have sensed the tremendous moving power of faith, and anyone grown cynical of America would have felt here a power greater than armaments. At the close of the meeting the assembled multitude said the Lord's Prayer. The voice of the throng was as one voice and as the words went up into the tall elms we knew instinctively that here was an America we had read about but never seen, the heart of a country of many faiths but with one mind, one enduring purpose: with God's help to free this country from the challenge of aggres- sion and to gather her sons back to their own firesides. 6 The August 1944 NIGHT SOUNDS NOT long ago we spent a night in the city. It was hot. We could neither read nor sleep. So we listened. Mostly we heard the horns of taxis. Every few minutes the roar of a train. The drumming of airplanes. About 3 a.m. a dance party disgorged noisily with shouts and laughter. Soon after that the early trucks started rumbling. Ash cans were tossed in the alley. It was morning, and we'd had about 40 minutes snooze in the bed that cost $5.50. How different are the night sounds on our New Hampshire sleeping porch. We hear the bell of the Amherst town clock, slow and mellow, and the faster strike of the Milford clock. There's something about the night striking of the old town clocks that is comforting one kind of strike we are happy to have. The other night noises are restful too. All summer we have listened to distant cowbells. The treetoads fill the night air with their shrill songs. An airplane goes over. Far away a dog barks and is answered from a different direction. A cricket starts chirping. Then far up the river a bullfrog tunes in with a deep "cuttychung, cuttychunk." Faintly we hear the rumble of a distant truck on the state road. A whippoorwill joins the nocturnal orchestra. The noises one hears in a country summer night, even to the flutter of a moth against the screen, are music, soothing and com- forting. The striking of the clocks, the distant cowbells, the sleepy twitter of a bird, the far-off frog . . . perhaps we are unkind to mention them before our metropolitan friends whose nightly slumbers are gained in spite of the din of bands, trains, trolleys, taxis and alcoholics. — A. B. ROTCH — in the Milford Cabinet New Hampshire Troubadour 7 Top row, left to right: Hooper Golf Club, Walpole (ORNE) Canaan Street sidewalk with a row of maples each side (SHOREY), year round log cabin home at Wolfeboro (ORNE). Bottom row, left to right: Summer camp girls boarding "The Swallow" trip around Lake Winnipesaukee (ORNE) The Old Swimming Hole, Gale River, Franconia (POTE) "Hey, Fellow! How's about a little boat ride for me?" Lake Shore Park, Winnipesaukee (ORNE) Endicott Rock Park, The Weirs, Lake Winnipesaukee (ORNE). BEQUEST FROM THE POORHOUSE Excerpt from "TALKS ABOUT BOOKS AND AUTHORS" by William Lyon Phelps PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF ENGLISH LITERATURE, YALE IN THE POCKET of a ragged coat belonging to one of the inmates of the Chicago Poorhouse, I am told, there was found, after his death, a will. The man had been a lawyer. So unusual was it that it was sent to an attorney and the story goes that he was so impressed with its contents that he read it before the Chicago Bar Association, and that later it was ordered probated. And this is the will of the ragged old inmate of the Chicago Poorhouse. I, Charles Lounsberry, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do hereby make and publish this my last will and testa- ment in order to distribute my interest in the world among suc- ceeding men. That part of my interest which is known in law as my property, being inconsiderable and of no account, I make no disposition of. My right to live, being but a life estate, is not at my disposal, but, these things excepted, all else in the world I now proceed to devise and bequeath. Item: — I give to good fathers and mothers, in trust for their children, all good little words of praise and encouragement, and all quaint pet names and endearments and I charge said parents to use them justly, but generously, as the deeds of their children shall require. Item: — I leave to children inclusively, but only for the term of their childhood, all and every flower of the field and the blossoms of the woods, with the right to play among them freely according to the custom of children, warning them at the same time against this- tles and thorns. And I devise to children the banks of the brooks and the golden sands beneath the waters thereof, and the odors of the 10 The August 1944 DOUGLAS ARMSDEN Surf near Wallis Sands, Rye, a part of New Hampshire's beautiful 18-mile Atlantic Seacoast line willows that dip therein, and the white clouds that float high over giant trees. And I leave the children the long, long days to be merry in, in a thousand ways, and the night and the train of the Milky Way to wonder at, but subject, nevertheless, to the rights herein- after given to lovers. Item: — I devise to boys, jointly, all the useful idle fields and commons where ball may be played, all pleasant waters where one may fish, or where, when grim winter comes, one may skate to hold the same for the period of their boyhood. And all meadows, with the clover blossoms and butterflies thereof the woods with their beauty the squirrels and the birds and the echoes and strange noises, and all the distant places, which may be visited together with the adventures there found. And I give to said boys each his own place at the fireside at night, with all pictures that may be New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Echo Lake, Franconia Notch Douglas Armsden seen in the burning wood, to enjoy without let or hindrance or without any encumbrance or care. Item: — To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, with what- ever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red roses by the wall, the bloom of the hawthorne, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love. Item: — To young men, jointly, I bequeath all the boisterous, inspiring sports of rivalry, and I give to them the disdain of weak- ness, and undaunted confidence in their own strength. I leave to them the power to make lasting friendships and of possessing 12 The August 1944 companions, and to them, exclusively, I give all merry songs and choruses to sing with lusty voices. Item: — And to those who are no longer children or youths, or lovers, I leave memory and bequeath to them the volumes of poems of Burns and Shakespeare, and other poets, if there be others, to the end that they may live the old days over again, freely and fully with- out tithe or diminution. Item: — To the loved ones with snowy crowns, I bequeath the happiness of old age, the love and gratitude of their children until they fall asleep. DEAR DON, — It's a hard time these fine days to keep an eye on the ball. My gaze roams frequently to two framed Maxfield Parrish posters that have hung on the walls of my office at this Post ever since I reported for duty. You will remember sending them to me. For three extremely hectic years these posters have served as constant reminders of the home I couldn't get away to visit. They have been balm for tired eyes and symbols of the peace we all so eagerly look forward to, beautifully illustrating our part of the America we love and are fighting a war to preserve intact. Now that I've reached retirement age, — in the Army one becomes feeble, mentally incompetent and of no further use at the age of sixty, — I am looking forward to returning home, to the clean air and the peace and quiet of the very small town in the hills of the old Granite State. As soon as I have completed the War Department business with which I am presently engaged and finally break away, I intend leaving the posters where they have been for so long, confident that others will enjoy them as I have. Thanks for them and for the help they have been. New Hampshire Troubadour HOWARD A. GOODSPEED, Lt. Colonel, CE, IR. FRONT COVER: Mt. Chocorua. Photo by Harold Orne, hand coloring by Sawyer Pictures. BACK COVER: Jackson Birches. Photo by Winston Pote. Never mind where, but this actually happened recently "somewhere in New Hampshire." A lady telephoned the police station that a strange man had followed her home and was prowling around outside. Two policemen rushed over but failed to locate the prowler and left, telling her to call them if the stranger showed up again and added the comforting information that he was probably miles away by that time anyway. The woman's two children were putting a ouija board through its paces seeking to find the inside dope on the end of the war in Europe, and it suddenly occurred to the lady of the house that she might get better service from the gadget than from the cops, so she asked the ouija board where the prowler was, and it replied that he was right there in the back yard. She looked out of the window and to her horror, there he was. Again the police were summoned, and again their search was without avail. Repressing an eager desire to seek further information from the 14 ouija board, the baffled cops re- turned tt> the police station and started a subscription to buy two ouija boards to aid in the future detection of crime in the city. "The Heart of New Hampshire," by Cornelius Weygandt, long-time summer resident of New Hamp- shire, is the author's fourth book about New Hampshire. Its prede- cessors are " T h e White Hills," "New Hampshire Neighbors," and "November Rowen." It is called "The Heart of New Hampshire" because it attempts to explain what is central and animating in New Hampshire life, as well as because it looks out on the world from a hilltop farmhouse almost within hailing distance of the geographical center of the state. It regards New Hampshiremen as the merriest of the Puritans. (G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York, $3.00). On one occasion in town meeting there was considerable difficulty in choosing a representative. Phineas Farrar, having held that office for several years in succession, it was deemed advisable by many of the leading citizens to choose someone The August 1944 else in his stead, but being divided in their opinions, they were for some time unable to make any choice among the several candidates. A warm discussion was tak- ing place when the old Esquire entered the room. He accordingly rose and said in his own peculiar tone, "Mr. Moderator and gentlemen, let me give you a few words of advice — if you want a man to represent you in the General Court of this State, send Esquire Farrar by all means, for he has been so many times he knows the way and the necessary steps to be taken. If you wish to send a man to Canada, send Col. Joseph Frost, he has two or three sons living there, and would like to visit them. But if you want to send a man to hell send Hezekiah Hodgkins, for he will have to go sometime, and it is time he was there now." — Bemis' History of Marlborough SHORT FALLS, May 25 -- Two 300-pound pigs escaped from their pen Thursday morning and started out to see the world. Arriving at the track of the Suncook Vally Railroad, a few dozen yards from their home, they settled down to wait for the train. Doorway of the "Powder Major" John Demerritt House, Madbury, built 1723. Part of the powder captured at Fort William and Mary, New Castle, December 1774 teas hidden here and later used in the Buttle of Bunker Hill Unfortunately they chose to sit on the track, and the train was delayed some minutes while neighbors and men of the train crew labored to dislodge them. When finally corraled, they traveling pigs were all worn out by their exertions, and had to lie down in the state of collapse, for the rest of the morning. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFOHD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. 15 I SAW GOD WASH THE WORLD William L. Stidger I saw God wash the world last night With his sweet showers on high, And then, when morning came, I saw Him hang it out to dry. He washed each tiny blade of grass And every trembling tree He flung his showers against the hill, And swept the billowing sea. The white rose is a cleaner white, The red rose is more red, Since God washed every fragrant face And put them all to bed. There's not a bird there's not a bee That wings along the way Hut is a cleaner bird and bee Than it was yesterday. I saw God wash the world last night. Ah, would He had washed me As clean of all my dust and dirt As that old white birch tree. — from "Quotable Poems" Clark-Gillespie Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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VOLUME XVIII August, 1948 NUMBER 5 BRIDGEWATER AND OLD HOME DAY bu f\ev. (charted \AJ, ^T, ^mitk Halfway between Nashua and Lancaster, between the Connecticut River and the border of Maine, Bridgewater might claim to be the geographical center of New Hampshire. The town now reaches from the Pemigewasset River to Newfound Lake, and the two main roads which skirt its edges are well known highways to the White Mountains. Between these lower levels at about 600 feet it humps up to an elevation of over 1900 feet at Peaked Hill. From the private lodge at this point all the most spectacular features of the State, lakes, mountains, and rivers, can be seen in one panorama. From many another point on the necessarily steep roads inspiring views can be caught — and houses are placed to catch them: Cardigan seen across Newfound Lake; big and little Squam with the Sandwich range across the river valley; Franconia Notch beyond the foothills. The prospects nourish without intimidating the human spirit. New Hampshire Troubadour 3 Just as its roads go quickly up and down, so has its population. Bridgewater history is typical of many a New Hampshire hill section. From proprietary land to pioneer settlement, from frontier conditions to self-sufficiency, from subsistence farming to losing competition with new, easier land and industry, from near-abandonment to restoration the course has run in the space of 182 years. It grew more rapidly than it declined, its peak at a population of over 1,000 in 1810. Now there are more cellar-holes than residents, but there are also ties which cannot be broken even if the outward symbol of roof and walls which fashioned them are sometimes gone. Square dancing at Peterborough. Square dancing for some time has been enjoying a great revival in popularity. Dances are being held regularly this summer at a number of hotels and recreation centers. ERIC M. SANFORD Bridgewater was once a part of the Masonian grant known as New Chester and embraced also what is now known as Hill and Bristol. A syndicate acquired it in 1753. It was not surveyed until 1765. The next year the first settler arrived in the person of Thomas Crawford. He built a log cabin on Bridgewater Hill not far from the present Sherman Fletcher house on the Town House road. In 1770 the first frame dwelling was put up by John Mitchell and his wife and it is still standing, used as our country home, after 175 years' occupation by one family. Bridgewater has its share of Colonial architectural features, for the people had an eye for simple grace and the beauty of proportion. Nearer the top of the hill the town center developed with its old cemetery and its houses grouped about the Town House. While the population flourished this served as a meeting place and church, its use by several denominations on a monthly schedule exhibiting a practical form of church unity. It was one of the oldtime two-story buildings of unusual architectural interest, but was reduced to its present form in 1881 to save necessary repairs. Here, and in the grove about it, for the last fifty years Old Home Day has been regularly observed. When Governor Rollins first suggested the custom be inaugurated, the residents lost no time in introducing it to "the Hill." The old families of Bridgewater lived, and lived deeply in human values, longer on their places than most people live in contemporary homes. Not a few still hold the same land and live seasonally if not completely in the same houses. Many of the summer residents have been there longer than most people today stay in one place. The old residents made their contributions far and wide, and still do, carrying out into the world something which Bridgewater gave. They come back to the land and the air and the outlook which nourished them. Where the families are gone, the names usually still linger, and some of the original homes stand substantially unchanged. Name, place, and people are often re- New Hampshire Troubadour 5 Sailboat Regatta on Lake Massabesic, Manchester. ERIC M. SANFORD united on Old Home Day. And they graciously welcome those of us who reverse the process and bring whatever name we have elsewhere to the seclusion of this hilly haven to acquire something which was their birthright. There are factors to be recalled and still inherent in the soil of the hill farms which should not be forgotten or ignored if America is to retain its health and freedom. The older residents come back to them; the newer residents seek them; the place makes old and new one. This year, Old Home Week will be a gala one, the fiftieth without break. No doubt there will be a parade, notable speakers, the older places open to old neighbors, much reminiscence; there will be the traditional church service, baked-bean lunch, handcraft sale, poem written for the occasion, business meeting, and dance. Half a century should establish a custom and ensure that its values will not be discarded. Elsewhere the same will be true; the same sort of history, the same sort of people, the same nostalgia. The hills call and the lakes echo, "Come home!" Editor's Note — Bridgewater's Old Home Day this year is to be August 26. 6 The August 1948 MOUNT WASHINGTON VACATION WEATHER IT IS NORMALLY GOOD AND YOU CAN PICK IT TO BE BETTER bu ~J\en Ljoula Former Official in Charge Mount Washington Observatory. Regardless of looking for perfect conditions the average fair weather mountain day in July and August is good. If on top for the sunrise you may expect a temperature above 40 which will climb to near 60 by mid-afternoon. The wind will keep you comfortably cool averaging about 25 mph. and the sun will pour down through the dust-free (and usually haze-free) air in abundance. If climbing, you can expect a cooling breeze at timberline. If riding up, you will want to put on a sweater when you alight from the train at the Gulf Tanks or on the top. Such exhilarating conditions will make you glad to be out of the heat of the city and really glad to be alive. If a cloud brushes by, reach out and touch it. You may never have such a chance again unless you become airborne, and the thrill of doing it with your feet on solid ground is not to be compared. But despite such attractive interests you most of all came up to this highest point in the north-east to look into five states and Canada, see the Atlantic ocean and Winnipe-saukee, and, by being in the center of it, feel almost a part of that mighty sweep of the Presidential range of the White Mountains. By following the methods given below, you can be sure of enjoying these experiences. You can pick the day when Mt. Washington weather will be good. "It was so fine when we started up . . . but look at it now.,: A visitor to the summit, now thoroughly cloud-doused, is mouthing a time-worn phrase to the weatherman in the Mt. Washington New Hampshire Troubadour 7 Observatory. Outside the fog-smeared thick-glassed windows the air is filled with the wet cloud droplets; so complete is the obscurement that nearby buildings appear only as darker portions of the gray mass; the tremendous view is completely blotted out. The summit is in the middle of a cloud and anyone who enjoys the scenery in one is happy with but little . . . and that little is also very wet. The visitor, rightly, feels cheated. Why does this happen . . . and why should it happen to you? Does the great God of the sky . . . the keeper of the stars and the clouds . . . resent man's intrusion into his lofty domain. The answer is that he does not. However, through very interesting stories and legends, the mountain has been built into a creator of storms; a brewer of the raw elements that split the air with stabbing lightning, ripping winds, and lashing rain. This picture befits such an East Coast giant as Mt. Washington but it does not fit after scientific inspection. The mountain does not breed weather, it merely intensifies it. To have clouds or a storm you must first have moist air, then this air must be lifted to the condensation level. Mt. Washington cannot create moist air but it does Create a lifting when air Fishing Profile Lake, Franconia Notch. Eag 8 The August 1948 WINSTON POTE Eagle Cliff on Mt. Lafayette in background. moving along its base is deflected up its sides. This lifting causes expansion with resulting cooling and, with sufficient moisture, . . . condensation. Thus a cioud is formed on the summit. Rain, snow or a thunderstorm may emerge from such a cloud. However none of these occurs with any intensity unless the cloud is a very thick one. Under normal conditions it just sits on the top of the mountain, getting everything very wet, blotting out the view, and making you feel very cheated . . . that is, unless you pick your day. How does one pick Mt. Washington vacation weather? First of all follow the forecast via newspaper and radio. It usually will not specifically apply to the mountains but it will be an indication. If there is a chance of a storm in the lowlands it will be in general more intense on the mountain. However, if you are in the vicinity of the mountain check with the Mt. Washington Observatory which distributes specific mountain forecasts. These may also be obtained from the Weather Bureau in East Boston; from Joseph Crepeau, airways observer at Fabyans; and from Joe Dodge at the AMC camps in Pinkham Notch. They can tell you what it will be "up-top." New Hampshire Troubadour Then last, but by far not the least effective method, observe conditions yourself. If the day is clear, or if there are only some high clouds at home, with but little wind, and a storm has not just passed, your chances of a favorable day on the summit are good. Pile into the car and head for the peaks. As you near the mountains look for the appearance of those big, white, flat base (cumulus) clouds. If they are increasing rapidly plan a day around the base of the mountain, for the summit is likely to be enshrouded before noon. This need not spoil your trip, for hiking, looking, or sunning on the lower elevations is a joy and usually it is safe to plan a sunset trip to the top, for by then the summit should be clear. Thus most every "fair forecast" day will give you usable mountain weather. For a perfect mountain day, however, look for the arrival of a strong high pressure area with its clear, dry, polar air. The radio or newspapers again will shout its arrival and you will recognize it from the bright blue, cloudless sky, good visibility, crispness of the air and deep blue look of the mountains. If you have a barometer it will merely confirm these conditions by being high and rising. When you see it, set off for the summit assured that you will have no finer weather in the mountains. PAUL SAMPLE bu L^Uzabetk l/l/l. S^wiitk For those who have summered in rural New Hampshire, or enjoyed winter sports in the New Hampshire hills, or motored along the backroads and byways through the farmland and villages off the beaten track, the paintings of Paul Sample are an everlasting source of pleasant memories. If you ask a New Hampshire resi- 10 The August 1948 "Going To Town" painted by Paul Sample in 1936. The scene is near Hanover. This painting was selected by International Business Machines Corporation for their show at the World's Fair in 1940 as representative of the art and character of New Hampshire. Since the day of cleared winter roads, New Hampshire residents have seldom seen this method of going to town. dent which contemporary artist he thinks can best convey the spirit of the New Hampshire countryside, he is apt to answer without hesitation: "Why, Paul Sample, of course." Sample paints the New Hampshire scene (many Vermont scenes, too) from the point of view of a realist, neither twisting the forms into abstract patterns, nor finding strange meanings, psychological or emotional implications underlying the landscape as we see it. He views it from the objective standpoint, expressing the external, rather than seeking the internal aspect of nature. Yet he avoids the banal and trite tradition of painting everything he sees, as he sees it, at a particular moment. His realism is selective, picking out and pointing up certain features, eliminating much of the overwhelming mass of detail, New Hampshire Troubadour 11 and never losing sight of the larger aspect of the painting, the total effect of the design as a whole. Particularly in his water colors, in which medium Sample has great technical skill, he achieves effects of monumentality, of tremendous space and distance with the utmost economy of means. The winter landscapes with large areas of white paper punctuated by small figures or farms nestling in the hills, accents of dark against the overpowering whiteness of the snow, are among the artist's most successful works, and the ones most prized by New Hampshire collectors. Sample feels that figures are essential to every landscape. Without them it can be exceedingly barren and lifeless. The figures lend scale and give some idea of the wide empty areas of the country around them, whether it be buried under tons of crisp white snow, or basking in the sunlight of a pleasant summer day. Congregational Church at Rye. DOUGLAS ARMSDEN Although Sample is most often occupied with the interpretation of the New England scene, his work is not at all limited to landscape. An able portrait and figure painter, he chooses the rural New England types, found in the scattered farms and the tiny villages. He has painted many of them, either busy with their farming or other daily work, or occupied with their favorite diversions — at band concerts, church suppers and socials, country auctions, at the circus, hunting, in the barber shop, enjoying a "hymn sing," or merely passing the time of day. A study of Sample's New England paintings, can give the ob- The August 7948 server a picture of small town and farm life. Not a New Englander by birth, Sample has said: "I am a New Englander by adoption on my own initiative. Born in the South, raised all over this country ... I have always felt that New England was the eventual spot for me ..." Quite appropriately Sample was chosen as the artist to represent New Hampshire in the International Business Machines Corporation collection of contemporary American art, shown at the World's Fair in 1940. A native of Louisville, Sample graduated from Dartmouth in 1921, having distinguished himself chiefly for his athletic prowess — in football, basketball and boxing, of which he was the college's heavyweight champion. He first started to paint when he was nearly 30, going to California in 1925, where he was on the faculty of the University of Southern California for 11 years. His first recognition as a painter came in 1928, when he received an award at a county fair exhibit in California. He became well known for his western landscapes, done in Arizona, Montana and New Mexico, and on the occasion of his first one-man show in New York in 1934, he was hailed as one of the rising young painters of the West. Sample came to Dartmouth in 1938 as artist-in-residence at the college, and has been there ever since, with time out during the war to serve as artist-correspondent for Life Magazine, doing a series of paintings of life on board a submarine on patrol in the Central Pacific. Sample has received prizes and awards for his work in many of the leading national and international exhibitions held in this country, and his paintings are included in the collections of a number of the leading museums. A comprehensive picture of his work as a whole may be seen in the retrospective exhibition of nearly 90 oils and water colors on view at The Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester until September 15. An illustrated catalogue has been published in connection with the exhibition. New Hampshire Troubadour 1 3 Front Cover: Androscoggin River at Shelburne. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Covered bridge and falls on the Contoocook River, U. S. highway 202, in the Monad-nock Region near Bennington. Photo by Eric M. Sanford. Frontispiece: Scene at Bridge-water. Photo by Harold Fowler. COMING EVENTS In addition to the summer theatres mentioned in the July Troubadour, the Salisbury Players are at Salisbury Heights, and the Old Fort Players are at Charlestown. The Dartmouth Players, previously listed, are not operating. The 175th anniversary celebration of Jaffrey is to be held August 20-22." Many New Hampshire communities are observing their fiftieth Old Home Day or Old Home Week this summer. An association was established on the initiative of Gov. Frank W. Rollins in June 1899, to establish and foster the Old Home observances throughout the state. The official dates this year are August 21—28, but some towns choose different dates. The following letter was written to the editor of The Saturday Evening Post, where it appeared in the issue of June 26, 1948: '' I am 13 years old and I would like to ask you something. When are you going to have an article on one of New Hampshire's wonderful cities? "New Hampshire is the most beautiful state in the union and far above the other 'states' (?) in New England. In fact, New Hampshire is so wonderful you must be saving it for the final grand issue. Save the best until the end." Jimmy Merritt Lebanon, N. H. Then the impossible happened. While reeling the lure in, fascinatedly studying the mechanics of the spinning reel, there was a terrific yank on the line and before my stupefied eyes there rose out of the water the hugest small mouth black bass I had ever seen. It seemed to stand on the water on its tail, shaking its vast head like an enraged gnu. In an instant it had shaken the hook free of its mouth and with a final derisive sneer, dove beneath the cold gray water. — From a recent column (about Lake Winnipesaukee) in the Boston Herald by Rudolph Elie 14 The August 1948 * a NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS White Mountains Hilites, by Ash-lev G. Hazeltine, published by H-W-M Sales, Woodsville, N. H., $.60, is a pocket-size booklet of 48 pages, containing brief, readable information about the White Mountains Region. The subjects covered are those of the greatest interest to residents and recreational visitors. ^VJT A summary of hayfever studies made by the New Hampshire Health Department in 1947 is available upon request. It includes a list of towns and cities in which ragweed growths were classified as being light or none. The Boston, Concord, and Montreal Railroad (now part of the Boston and Maine) opened to Meredith, New Hampshire, a hundred years ago, August 10, 1848. Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Hallas of Newton Centre, Massachusetts, climbed to the tops of 58 of New England's mountains (45 of them in New Hampshire) over a period of 20 years to obtain the stones that compose the face of the fireplace (which they built themselves) shown in the photo. The view from the porch in which the fireplace is built "is a skyline of nine hills of what we like to call 'The Friendly Range,' about two miles away across the intervale of Beard Brook, which is a tributary of the north branch of the Contoocook River near East Washington, New Hampshire." To complete the theme and the aptness of the quotation,'' I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills," framed photographs of a number of the mountains from which the stones were carried hang on the walls of the porch. New Hampshire Troubadour 15 FORESIGHT I shall have lived too long when I can see Only the outlines of reality; A bridge, and not the mind that planned it there, Old thumb-latched doors, and not the cross they wear, The seasons' change, and not the laws which bring Harvest in Autumn, robins in the Spring. When I can find no thoughts to dress in rhyme Then I shall know I've lived beyond my time. —Part of a longer poem by Frederick W. Branch in his volume, Land of the Yankees RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N. H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The Christmas Number of the New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas Greetings from Governor Winant To ALL my fellow members of that cheerful company, the read- ers of The New Hampshire Troubadour, Christmas Greetings! At this season, every day sees carloads of Christmas greens shipped from New Hamp- shire hills to our great cities, there to typify the holiday spirit. And so The Troubadour carries each month to dwellers in those cities, and to many of our home folks as well, a genial, helpful, wise, and witty message of appreciation for the New Hampshire of to- day and of inspiration for the New Hampshire of tomorrow. Christmas Greetings from Governor VVinant John G. Winant The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission, Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. VOL. 1 Edited by Thomas Dreier DECEMBER, 1931 Christmas All the Year NO. 9 THE days before Christmas are the happiest of the year for most youngsters. This is because of their attitude of expectancy. They are half-pleased and half-tormented by a delicious uncertainty. Some- thing is coming that will make them happy. That much they know. But what? There is the mystery. It is this Christmas attitude of the child that even we grown-ups should try to keep all through the year. We know that when we plunge into the days in expectation of great things we feel a rare happiness. There is an aura around us that com- municates itself even to our surroundings and to those with whom we come in contact. The happiness we think is hidden inside us shows itself. There is a new note in our voice, an eager look in our eyes. The New Hampshire Troubadour To those that expect shall be given. They are rewarded for their belief in the divinity of desire. They know that the supply of good is unlimited and that all they need to do is to get in tune. It is the receptive person to whom the world gives its choicest treasures. The conqueror may have his great moments, but his pleasure is coarse compared with that of the person who is given things because they belong to him by rights which no conqueror understands. The receptive person is not merely acquiescent. lie is not negative or indifferent. His eager ex- pectancy, liner than a demand, makes a magnet that draws to him what he needs for his work. For that is all he asks. Mere accumulations of things, even beautiful and precious things, make no appeal to him. All he takes is what will help him express himself more completely in service. The eagerly receptive person never loses the spirit that makes Christmas what it is. Santa Claus comes every day to him. or nearly every day. The unexpectedness of his coming and going is what makes life such a happy adventure. Expect Good Fortune and the guest for whom you prepare will come and live with you. The White Mountain National Forest covers an ana of 522,000 acres. The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo hy George F. Slade Midwinter magic. Here fairies have been at work. Or were they merely playing with diamonds which they left clinging to trees and shrubs when they dropped off to sleep, to lilt music of the eager young brook which is hurrying along carrying messages from the hills to the sea? Pleasures in Contact With Earth THESE is something about life in the country that satisfies the natural man. Love of the soil is part of our inheritance. Although we live in an in- dustrial civilization, we really are children of a civilization that was purely agricultural. The New Hampshire Troubadour Bertrand Russell says he saw a boy two years old who had been brought up in London taken out for the first time to walk in green country. The season was winter and everything was wet and muddy. To the adult eye there was nothing to cause delight, but in the boy there sprang up a strange ecstasy. He knelt on the wet ground, put his face in the grass, and gave utterance to half-inarticulate cries of delight. Mr. Russell goes on to say that many pleasures, of which we may take gambling as a good example, have in them no element of this contact with earth. Such pleasures, in the instant when they cease, leave a man feeling dusty and dissatisfied, hungry for he knows not what. "The special kind of boredom," says Air. Russell, "from which modern urban populations suffer, is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of earth. It makes life hot and dusty and thirsty, like a pilgrimage in the desert. Among those who are rich enough to choose their way of life, the particular brand of unendurable boredom from which they suffer is due, paradoxical as this may seem, to their fear of boredom. In flying from the fructifying kind of boredom they fall a prey to the other, far- worse kind. A happy life must be, to a great extent, a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live." The New Hampshire Troubadour It's because an ever-increasing number of men and women are discovering this truth for themselves that they are seeking homes in the country. To many of them gardening yields infinitely greater joy than golf ever did or ever could. The amusements of the city night clubs seem cheap and tawdry in comparison with an evening in the country when the neighbors drop in for a friendly visit. r. Here are the dogs and men as they looked when they were training at Wonalancet N. H., for the South Pole Expedition. There are other dogs now at Wonalancet, dogs that you will want for your very envn if you go there to be tempted. Photo by Warren Boyer J5 The Matterhorn of the White Mountains is Mount Chocorua. What an appetite comes to the city man or woman who follows the winter trails up the heights! A week's vaeation in winter in the White Mountains will send you back to the city with new strength for the rest ot the winter's work. What Is High Standard Living? WE are told that we must not lower our stand- ard of living. Just what does that mean? Some tell us that we go down the scale when our smaller income compels us to give up our extra car and try to be content with one. Others weep Page 8 The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo by George Slade TM because lower income means fewer night clubs or no betting at all on the golf course. What makes a man feel rich? Do material pos- sessions alone give him that feeling? Then all millionaires ought to be bubbling over with happi- ness. Yet in the old story it was the shirtless man who was the only truly happy man in the kingdom. Apparently happiness is connected in some way or other with what we think and feel. Our intellect and our emotions are of more importance than some of us realize. How have I lowered my living standard when I substitute running the lawn mower or cutting brush for golf? Does the rider in the automobile see more and enjoy more than the person who walks? That is admittedly a debatable question. A hundred dollars invested in books or a course of study may enrich one far more than a million invested in a yacht. Our money income is important, of course, but too often its importance is exaggerated. A woman committed suicide because her husband's income dropped down to where it permitted the use of a Ford but denied the continuance of the sixteen- cylinder Cadillac. That woman's appreciation of true values was warped. India's great leader is demonstrating that material wealth and world influence do not necessarily go together. A rich life The New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Photo by Walter R. Merrimar In the twinkling of an eye, a bobsled can turn solemn oldsters into joyous, shouting youngsters. Now, think of the joys of a sleigh ride on a sunny afternoon or on a moonlight night. Can't you hear the snow crunching under the runners? Here is one happy group at Pecketts' on Sugar Hill. may have nothing whatever to do with rich foods, rich clothes, or material luxury. Rich living is the result of entertaining rich thoughts and emotions. From Mount Washington to California A woman from California, according to James Langley, searched about last summer on the top of Mount Washington for a rock to be taken across the The New Hampshire Troubadour continent for her rock garden. "The particular merit of the stone on the mountain sides," says Mr. Langley, "is its discoloration by time and by the accumulation of moss or other animal or vegetable growths until its surface of beautiful dull grey has become spotted with an entrancing mixture of rich shades of green." Mr. Langley, who is editor of The Concord Monitor, tells us that Mount Washing- ton's alpine flowers are also in much demand by- rock gardeners. Thank God for Quiet Things WHEN the holiday season of the year comes with its uncounted liberated desires which find expression in generosity and neighborliness, we ought to pause and think about those things that during the past year have contributed most to our happiness and contentment of spirit. Most of us discover that we find our greatest joy in simple things. It may have been no more than the fleeting smile of some well-beloved, the gurgling laughter of a baby, the sight of the stars at night, moonlight seen through pine trees, a garden of old-fashioned flowers, the clasp of a friend's hand, a letter that came to us when we were in trouble, or a kindly- emotion aroused by the thought of some one to whom we wished to do good. The New Hampshire Troubadour Perhaps it would be well for each of us during this holiday season, when we may be tempted to think that only gifts suggestive of lavish spending count, to read these verses by Winifred Savage Wilson: Thank God for quiet things! The little brook below the hill Where browsing cattle drink their fill, The (lancing shadows on the ground That pirouette without a sound, This old, gray stile whereon I rest That countless simple feet have pressed, The fields that stretch away, away To meet the sky-line, soft and gray. Thank 1 aid for quiet things! The placid moon that conies at night To clothe my little world in while, As there I walk the old brick way Where flowers their modest faces lay. Then I rejoice to think of Him Who walked the lanes of Galilee, And, in the seamless garment dressed, Brought solace (or the world's unrest. Be mine the peace his promise brings. Oh! 1 thank God for quiet things! tt-fa) Those of us who lead double lives, spending half our time in the city and half in the country, are like the child who, as Charles S. Brooks describes him, /''ire /-' Tin- New Hampshire Troubadour "stands on the rim of magic, one foot in fairyland; and, like a tree that stands above a sunlit pool, he questions which sky is his reality." There are actually two hotels on the top of Mt. Wash- ington, the Summit House and the Tip-Top House. Here is the place to go to watch the sun rise and also to watch f it set. The Sunday morning winter excursion trains of lli? Hoston &' Maine Railroad tarry hundreds of skiiers and snow slitters from Boston and way stations to the hills an.I woods of New Ha mo- shire. More than a thou- sand men. women, and children enjoy these ex- cursions Sunday after Sunday. Photo by Warren Boyef Our Front Cover When you climb up from Pinkham Notch through Tuckerman's Ravine, where yon look down upon Hermit Lake or over the tops of the trees to Boott Spur, you'll feel like kneeling down and giving thanks for snow-covered moun- tains. At your right is the famous Head Wall of Tuckerman's, up which so many eager men and women climb laboriously to reach the top of the king of them all, Mount Washington. Photo bv Harold I. Orne. Archaeological research tells us that The Weirs was the Great Meeting Place of the early Amer- ican Indians, and the largest settlement in New England. Now it is a popular summer resort. The old-time redskins have given way to the brown-skinned bathing beauties. For the purpose of raising money to make themselves more attractive, Salmon Falls and South Berwick, separated only by the Salmon Falls River, held a community auction last summer. Articles auctioned were donated. Each donor was paid a small percentage of the selling price of the article. The money is to be used in beautifying the roadsides at the entrance to the towns. Every year more of our towns are interesting themselves in the work of beautification. Stewart Bosson has a birch bark canoe made by the Indians. Its true history has not been entirely learned, but it is known that among its users have been the poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, and that distinguished educator, Dr. Charles William Eliot. Imagine the joy of its present owner in this canoe that links the old with the new. Next season there probably will be few places in New Hampshire more beautiful than the Neidner estate, near Hillsboro. You will understand why it is called Rosewald Farm when you see the thousands of rose bushes. Beauti- ful stone walls have been built and outside of them roses have been planted. Eventually this will be one of the finest show places in western New Hampshire. John Pearson just came in to talk enthusiastically of the museum that Ira H. Morse has built at Warren, here is a rare collection of mounted animals and trophies collected in the African jungle The New Hampshire Troubadour during 1626 and 1027. There are also curios from India, China and Japan. This is another splendid gift to the state — a companion to the Libby Museum on the shore road between Wolfeboro and Melvin Village. Mr. Morse and Dr. Libby deserve the thanks of all of us. In the White Mountain district are 86 mountain peaks, 13 of which are over 3,000 feet above sea level and 11 of which are over 5,000 feet high. Here are 600 miles of moun- tain trails, more than 500 lakes, 53 camps for boys and 33 for girls, 62 golf courses, hundreds of miles of paved automobile roads, trout streams everywhere, and almost any kind of country pleasure you care to find. The big living room of the Summit House, on the top of Mt. Washington, is 102 by 37 feet, with beamed ceilings and a big open fireplace. There's room for 80 guests in the dining room, and rooms upstairs, with twin beds, accommodate 22 guests. Of course there are also electric lights and hot and cold water. The Gift He Liked WHAT a human note was struck by the poet who wrote this verse: "What a lovely lot of pretty things!" Mary turned to thank the kneeling Kings. And then to Him; "See what they have for you: Spices and myrrh and silks all gold and blue. And see this sparkling stone!" He hid His head Against a little woolly lamb instead. The New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas By FRANK H. SWEET Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the mistletoe, Ho! for the Christmas holly; And ho! for the merry boys and girls Who make the day so jolly. And ho! for the deep, new-fallen snow, For the lace-work on each tree, And ho! for the joyous Christmas bells That ring so merrily. Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the tire's warm glow. For the mirth and the cheer within; And ho! for the tender, thoughtful hearts, And the children's merry din. Ho! ho! for the strong and loving girls. For the manly, tender boys, And ho! thrice ho! for the coming home To share in the Christmas joys. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The Christmas Number of the New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas Greetings from Governor Winant To ALL my fellow members of that cheerful company, the read- ers of The New Hampshire Troubadour, Christmas Greetings! At this season, every day sees carloads of Christmas greens shipped from New Hamp- shire hills to our great cities, there to typify the holiday spirit. And so The Troubadour carries each month to dwellers in those cities, and to many of our home folks as well, a genial, helpful, wise, and witty message of appreciation for the New Hampshire of to- day and of inspiration for the New Hampshire of tomorrow. Christmas Greetings from Governor VVinant John G. Winant The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission, Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. VOL. 1 Edited by Thomas Dreier DECEMBER, 1931 Christmas All the Year NO. 9 THE days before Christmas are the happiest of the year for most youngsters. This is because of their attitude of expectancy. They are half-pleased and half-tormented by a delicious uncertainty. Some- thing is coming that will make them happy. That much they know. But what? There is the mystery. It is this Christmas attitude of the child that even we grown-ups should try to keep all through the year. We know that when we plunge into the days in expectation of great things we feel a rare happiness. There is an aura around us that com- municates itself even to our surroundings and to those with whom we come in contact. The happiness we think is hidden inside us shows itself. There is a new note in our voice, an eager look in our eyes. The New Hampshire Troubadour To those that expect shall be given. They are rewarded for their belief in the divinity of desire. They know that the supply of good is unlimited and that all they need to do is to get in tune. It is the receptive person to whom the world gives its choicest treasures. The conqueror may have his great moments, but his pleasure is coarse compared with that of the person who is given things because they belong to him by rights which no conqueror understands. The receptive person is not merely acquiescent. lie is not negative or indifferent. His eager ex- pectancy, liner than a demand, makes a magnet that draws to him what he needs for his work. For that is all he asks. Mere accumulations of things, even beautiful and precious things, make no appeal to him. All he takes is what will help him express himself more completely in service. The eagerly receptive person never loses the spirit that makes Christmas what it is. Santa Claus comes every day to him. or nearly every day. The unexpectedness of his coming and going is what makes life such a happy adventure. Expect Good Fortune and the guest for whom you prepare will come and live with you. The White Mountain National Forest covers an ana of 522,000 acres. The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo hy George F. Slade Midwinter magic. Here fairies have been at work. Or were they merely playing with diamonds which they left clinging to trees and shrubs when they dropped off to sleep, to lilt music of the eager young brook which is hurrying along carrying messages from the hills to the sea? Pleasures in Contact With Earth THESE is something about life in the country that satisfies the natural man. Love of the soil is part of our inheritance. Although we live in an in- dustrial civilization, we really are children of a civilization that was purely agricultural. The New Hampshire Troubadour Bertrand Russell says he saw a boy two years old who had been brought up in London taken out for the first time to walk in green country. The season was winter and everything was wet and muddy. To the adult eye there was nothing to cause delight, but in the boy there sprang up a strange ecstasy. He knelt on the wet ground, put his face in the grass, and gave utterance to half-inarticulate cries of delight. Mr. Russell goes on to say that many pleasures, of which we may take gambling as a good example, have in them no element of this contact with earth. Such pleasures, in the instant when they cease, leave a man feeling dusty and dissatisfied, hungry for he knows not what. "The special kind of boredom," says Air. Russell, "from which modern urban populations suffer, is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of earth. It makes life hot and dusty and thirsty, like a pilgrimage in the desert. Among those who are rich enough to choose their way of life, the particular brand of unendurable boredom from which they suffer is due, paradoxical as this may seem, to their fear of boredom. In flying from the fructifying kind of boredom they fall a prey to the other, far- worse kind. A happy life must be, to a great extent, a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live." The New Hampshire Troubadour It's because an ever-increasing number of men and women are discovering this truth for themselves that they are seeking homes in the country. To many of them gardening yields infinitely greater joy than golf ever did or ever could. The amusements of the city night clubs seem cheap and tawdry in comparison with an evening in the country when the neighbors drop in for a friendly visit. r. Here are the dogs and men as they looked when they were training at Wonalancet N. H., for the South Pole Expedition. There are other dogs now at Wonalancet, dogs that you will want for your very envn if you go there to be tempted. Photo by Warren Boyer J5 The Matterhorn of the White Mountains is Mount Chocorua. What an appetite comes to the city man or woman who follows the winter trails up the heights! A week's vaeation in winter in the White Mountains will send you back to the city with new strength for the rest ot the winter's work. What Is High Standard Living? WE are told that we must not lower our stand- ard of living. Just what does that mean? Some tell us that we go down the scale when our smaller income compels us to give up our extra car and try to be content with one. Others weep Page 8 The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo by George Slade TM because lower income means fewer night clubs or no betting at all on the golf course. What makes a man feel rich? Do material pos- sessions alone give him that feeling? Then all millionaires ought to be bubbling over with happi- ness. Yet in the old story it was the shirtless man who was the only truly happy man in the kingdom. Apparently happiness is connected in some way or other with what we think and feel. Our intellect and our emotions are of more importance than some of us realize. How have I lowered my living standard when I substitute running the lawn mower or cutting brush for golf? Does the rider in the automobile see more and enjoy more than the person who walks? That is admittedly a debatable question. A hundred dollars invested in books or a course of study may enrich one far more than a million invested in a yacht. Our money income is important, of course, but too often its importance is exaggerated. A woman committed suicide because her husband's income dropped down to where it permitted the use of a Ford but denied the continuance of the sixteen- cylinder Cadillac. That woman's appreciation of true values was warped. India's great leader is demonstrating that material wealth and world influence do not necessarily go together. A rich life The New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Photo by Walter R. Merrimar In the twinkling of an eye, a bobsled can turn solemn oldsters into joyous, shouting youngsters. Now, think of the joys of a sleigh ride on a sunny afternoon or on a moonlight night. Can't you hear the snow crunching under the runners? Here is one happy group at Pecketts' on Sugar Hill. may have nothing whatever to do with rich foods, rich clothes, or material luxury. Rich living is the result of entertaining rich thoughts and emotions. From Mount Washington to California A woman from California, according to James Langley, searched about last summer on the top of Mount Washington for a rock to be taken across the The New Hampshire Troubadour continent for her rock garden. "The particular merit of the stone on the mountain sides," says Mr. Langley, "is its discoloration by time and by the accumulation of moss or other animal or vegetable growths until its surface of beautiful dull grey has become spotted with an entrancing mixture of rich shades of green." Mr. Langley, who is editor of The Concord Monitor, tells us that Mount Washing- ton's alpine flowers are also in much demand by- rock gardeners. Thank God for Quiet Things WHEN the holiday season of the year comes with its uncounted liberated desires which find expression in generosity and neighborliness, we ought to pause and think about those things that during the past year have contributed most to our happiness and contentment of spirit. Most of us discover that we find our greatest joy in simple things. It may have been no more than the fleeting smile of some well-beloved, the gurgling laughter of a baby, the sight of the stars at night, moonlight seen through pine trees, a garden of old-fashioned flowers, the clasp of a friend's hand, a letter that came to us when we were in trouble, or a kindly- emotion aroused by the thought of some one to whom we wished to do good. The New Hampshire Troubadour Perhaps it would be well for each of us during this holiday season, when we may be tempted to think that only gifts suggestive of lavish spending count, to read these verses by Winifred Savage Wilson: Thank God for quiet things! The little brook below the hill Where browsing cattle drink their fill, The (lancing shadows on the ground That pirouette without a sound, This old, gray stile whereon I rest That countless simple feet have pressed, The fields that stretch away, away To meet the sky-line, soft and gray. Thank 1 aid for quiet things! The placid moon that conies at night To clothe my little world in while, As there I walk the old brick way Where flowers their modest faces lay. Then I rejoice to think of Him Who walked the lanes of Galilee, And, in the seamless garment dressed, Brought solace (or the world's unrest. Be mine the peace his promise brings. Oh! 1 thank God for quiet things! tt-fa) Those of us who lead double lives, spending half our time in the city and half in the country, are like the child who, as Charles S. Brooks describes him, /''ire /-' Tin- New Hampshire Troubadour "stands on the rim of magic, one foot in fairyland; and, like a tree that stands above a sunlit pool, he questions which sky is his reality." There are actually two hotels on the top of Mt. Wash- ington, the Summit House and the Tip-Top House. Here is the place to go to watch the sun rise and also to watch f it set. The Sunday morning winter excursion trains of lli? Hoston &' Maine Railroad tarry hundreds of skiiers and snow slitters from Boston and way stations to the hills an.I woods of New Ha mo- shire. More than a thou- sand men. women, and children enjoy these ex- cursions Sunday after Sunday. Photo by Warren Boyef Our Front Cover When you climb up from Pinkham Notch through Tuckerman's Ravine, where yon look down upon Hermit Lake or over the tops of the trees to Boott Spur, you'll feel like kneeling down and giving thanks for snow-covered moun- tains. At your right is the famous Head Wall of Tuckerman's, up which so many eager men and women climb laboriously to reach the top of the king of them all, Mount Washington. Photo bv Harold I. Orne. Archaeological research tells us that The Weirs was the Great Meeting Place of the early Amer- ican Indians, and the largest settlement in New England. Now it is a popular summer resort. The old-time redskins have given way to the brown-skinned bathing beauties. For the purpose of raising money to make themselves more attractive, Salmon Falls and South Berwick, separated only by the Salmon Falls River, held a community auction last summer. Articles auctioned were donated. Each donor was paid a small percentage of the selling price of the article. The money is to be used in beautifying the roadsides at the entrance to the towns. Every year more of our towns are interesting themselves in the work of beautification. Stewart Bosson has a birch bark canoe made by the Indians. Its true history has not been entirely learned, but it is known that among its users have been the poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, and that distinguished educator, Dr. Charles William Eliot. Imagine the joy of its present owner in this canoe that links the old with the new. Next season there probably will be few places in New Hampshire more beautiful than the Neidner estate, near Hillsboro. You will understand why it is called Rosewald Farm when you see the thousands of rose bushes. Beauti- ful stone walls have been built and outside of them roses have been planted. Eventually this will be one of the finest show places in western New Hampshire. John Pearson just came in to talk enthusiastically of the museum that Ira H. Morse has built at Warren, here is a rare collection of mounted animals and trophies collected in the African jungle The New Hampshire Troubadour during 1626 and 1027. There are also curios from India, China and Japan. This is another splendid gift to the state — a companion to the Libby Museum on the shore road between Wolfeboro and Melvin Village. Mr. Morse and Dr. Libby deserve the thanks of all of us. In the White Mountain district are 86 mountain peaks, 13 of which are over 3,000 feet above sea level and 11 of which are over 5,000 feet high. Here are 600 miles of moun- tain trails, more than 500 lakes, 53 camps for boys and 33 for girls, 62 golf courses, hundreds of miles of paved automobile roads, trout streams everywhere, and almost any kind of country pleasure you care to find. The big living room of the Summit House, on the top of Mt. Washington, is 102 by 37 feet, with beamed ceilings and a big open fireplace. There's room for 80 guests in the dining room, and rooms upstairs, with twin beds, accommodate 22 guests. Of course there are also electric lights and hot and cold water. The Gift He Liked WHAT a human note was struck by the poet who wrote this verse: "What a lovely lot of pretty things!" Mary turned to thank the kneeling Kings. And then to Him; "See what they have for you: Spices and myrrh and silks all gold and blue. And see this sparkling stone!" He hid His head Against a little woolly lamb instead. The New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas By FRANK H. SWEET Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the mistletoe, Ho! for the Christmas holly; And ho! for the merry boys and girls Who make the day so jolly. And ho! for the deep, new-fallen snow, For the lace-work on each tree, And ho! for the joyous Christmas bells That ring so merrily. Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the tire's warm glow. For the mirth and the cheer within; And ho! for the tender, thoughtful hearts, And the children's merry din. Ho! ho! for the strong and loving girls. For the manly, tender boys, And ho! thrice ho! for the coming home To share in the Christmas joys. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour December 1948 The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY' AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE. LITE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY' THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW McC. HEATH, Editor December, 1948 SNOWFALL by Annie Balcomb Wheeler All day thick clouds - widespreading wings Have hovered low above the cove. The feel of snow is in the air, The scent of it. A torn limb swings And frets out in the maple grove Where silence like unspoken prayer Is felt. The shrill and chiding note Of the jay is still. Among the brown Bare twigs two chickadees recite Their little piece, thin and remote. Oh look! the Hakes are sifting down The storm is coming with the night. These love the snow: old cellar-holes, And houses watching, hollow-eyed, Down silent roads that lead afar. How like they are to proud old souls Who pray for kindly death to hide Their loneliness, each wound and scar. Footpaths and Pavements New Hampshire Troubadour VOLUME XVIII BEAUTY ON WHITE HILLS by Haydn S. Pearson Now is close the heart of winter. It is the time of low twelve on the land and Earth's pulse is slow and faint. Beneath ice and snow, brooks creep slowly down to the sea and the thin murmuring of the waters is muted music in the air. A brooding spirit rests on the Northland and the beauty on white hills touches a chord in him who is sensitive to the loveliness of the season. I here are days of brilliant sunshine when the slanting rays pick myriads of jewels from the snow-covered land. The sun rises late and circles low in a pale blue sky. Sometimes shaggy flocks of clouds graze slowly along the trails overhead, reminding one of September's clouds and sky. there are many shades of colors in the snow : purples, violets, blues, red and grays. Where snow has drifted into rhythmic ripples one thinks of small wavelets on northern lakes on an autumn day wavelets moving toward narrow banks of white sandy beaches and jutting granite aims. A sun-bright day in late December paints a picture of heart-lifting beauty. There are also moody gray days that have a distinctive, quiet appeal. The Storm King may lie massing his legions. The weather has inn its regular cycle of cumulus, cirrus and stratus clouds and now heavy gray nimbus shades are lowered over the countryside. There is an intense, hushed expectancy as Earth wails for the first Casual Hakes to come meandering downward to deepen its protect- ing blanket. Hour by hour, minute by minute, the gray shades thicken until the storm gates are noiselessly opened. NOTE: Mr. Pearson is the author of Country Flavor, The Countryman’s Cookbook, Sea Flavor, and More Country Flavor. EDITOR 4 The December 1948 A highway near Warner, shortly after ti snow storms which it will be traveled by many skiers this season to reach New Hampshire ski centers, including the new chair lift at Mt. Sunapee State Park. The photo illustrates the efficiency of the State Highway Department in maintaining excellent driving conditions all winter. When the Storm ends after a fall of heavy moist Makes there are scenes of breathtaking beauty. The spruces, pines, tamaracks and hemlocks wear ermine furs and their laden branches make a picture in the sunshine. Old. lichen-etched, weather-furrowed stonewalls are patterns of gray and white. Zigzag rail fences hold parallel lines of white and brown and the R.F.D. boxes In the side of the road wear jaunty white taps. Countrymen go about the task of once again clearing paths to barn, shed and corn crib. There are stories to be read in the snow after each new laser. Down along the meadow creek are footprints of muskrats and mink. Beneath the weeds in the garden are the trails of the Meld n lice. Beneath the wild apple trees one can see where the deer came in search of brown, pulps apples. In the heart of winter, assay from arteries of cement and macadam, New Hampshire Troubadour is a good time to see heritages of the past. Through woodlands of maple, oak, birch and beech stretch the stonewalls built by pioneers of long ago. Beside quiet country roads arc granite-walled cellar holes, now filled with tangled vines and shrubs, poignant memorials to days of yesteryear when men and women and children lived in these hills. In the Northland the predominating motif is beauty on white hills. Stand on the height of an upland pasture or on a mountain shoulder on a clear day. Peace and glory rest on the land. Gone are the fevered Frettings and harrying tensions of man-made society. The river valley below is a broad white counterpane. The line of willows and elms by the river makes a twisting, feather- stitched seam. Par in the distance the green-blue, white-laced trees on the mountain range rise to meet the skyline. Gray-black smoke banners spiral upward front farmhouse chimneys. At the head of the valley houses crouch along the main street beneath bare trees and a white church spire makes a gleaming miniature exclamation point against the blue of the sky. The church bell lolls another hour of infinity and the faint, sweet notes float by in quiet air. There is loveliness everywhere on white hills in winter. And when the sun has taken its course and drops behind tree-lined hills, there is a brief flaming moment of exquisite beamy. Night's curtain is pulled on noiseless pulleys. Shafts of light slant from farm windows. The moon sends its soft light over a white world. Phis is the time of beauty on white hills. The cider jug in our back hall Has such a lively cork We never know where it will fall When the cider starts to work. — From "The Cider Jug" by Sarah Rexford Noyes The December 1948 COUNTRY FUN from 1he Nashua Cavalier “There are so many jolly things to do in the country," writes Arthur W. Rotch, whose whole life has been spent at Milford, N. H., where he publishes The Cabinet. He continues: "We're always sorry for die city youngsters who grow up ignorant of them and without happy memories of hooking rides on pungs in winter, lapping die maple trees in March, hunting mayflowers for teacher's desk, making paddle-wheels to be turned by a swift brook, fishing hornpout, gathering chestnuts . . . and burning brush. William M. Rittase A student at Colby Junior College, New London, enjoys an outing on snowshoes. "No, we don’t mean a puny little bonfire in the back yard to burn the trimmings from the shade trees and dead stalks from the garden. A back yard bonfire I is fun, but we're talking about the huge piles of brush left in the woods from logging and cordwood operations. Thai's more fun, and real work. And the weather conditions have to be about right, fire Chief Casey said they were just right last week end. "Our brush piles are big. They have the still scraggly tops of oak trees, and a lol of soggy pine that went down in the hurricane. Put several inches of snow on that kind of brush pile and you can’t New Hampshire Troubadour Ashuelot Village in winter. start it with a match and one old newspaper. Not unless you're a better fireman than we are. "With a jug of kerosene and no little effort we got a good hot fire started under two piles. Then it's a race to keep the brush piled on the hot spot. If you think you can sit on a sunup and just watch the roaring dames, guess again. "A nice stiff breeze helps. But the breeze has the darnedest habit of shifting suddenly from north to south just as you get close to the fire on the north side with your arms full of fuel. Whether you drop it and run, or wade in, depends on how stubborn you are at the moment. "Well, we managed to burn up three big piles, fairly clean. Others we didn't burn. There wasn't enough kerosene. Some are too close to nice pines. And anyway, it would be mean to burn all the brush piles the little rabbits need 'em. That's where they run to escape the big birds and dogs and foxes. We watched a bunny 8 The December 1948 run from one brush pile to another and he went within ten feet of our dog who was so busy digging in the rabbit's burrow that he never saw the rabbit. "After a long afternoon burning brush you go home tired. Your arms and legs and back know you haven't been spending the time on a sofa. Your eyes know it too. You'll have bramble scratches on your hands and a welt or two where a stiff Whipping branch has swiped vou. There will he holes burned in your shirt bv living sparks, and you smell like a hook-and-ladderman just back from a three-alarmer. "What, you wonder, is the sense of working so hard just to make a piece of wild woodland look more like Central Park, and maybe reduce slightly the hazard of lire next summer? "What's the sense in picking (lowers, or making a wheel for the brook to turn, or going fishing, or balling a ball around? "The simple answer is that it's fun. We're sorry for the city tellers who always wear white collars and never stand on a country hillside by a blazing brush pile and through smoke reddened eyes watch the early dusk of a winter afternoon settle in a valley canopied by golden sunset clouds. “They just don't know the fun of burning brush." AMONG THE GREAT OF THE GRANITE STATE by J. Duane Squires, Ph.D. II. MOSES GERRISH FARMER (FEBRUARY 9, 1820-MAY 25, 1893) ONE of the fascinating phases of history is the story of invention. No aspect of that story is more interesting than the study of individuals who invented devices which were "ahead of the limes." In such instances both the inventors and the very face of their New Hampshire Troubadour 9 ingenuity have been largely forgotten by later generations. Such was the case with Moses Gerrish Farmer, a native or Boscawen, New Hampshire. This talented voting man entered Dartmouth at the age of nineteen, but was soon forced by illness to withdraw from college. After a few tears spent in teaching and in business, he threw himself with ability and energy into a study of that newly-discovered natural force called electricity. In July, 1847, in Dover, New Hampshire. Farmer displayed a miniature electric railway capable of carrying people for short rides. Four years later he saw installed in Boston his electric fire alarm system, the first such mechanism in the United States. In 1868 he lighted a home in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with electric lights of his own devising. Forty incandescent lamps with platinum wire filaments furnished the illumination, (This was eleven years before Thomas Edison, working independently and on slightly different principles, invented the electric light as we know it today.) But in much of his work Farmer was ahead of the time. Commercial development of his invention, plus a (heap and reliable method of generating electric potter were still in the future. In his later years, therefore. Moses Gerrish Farmer turned his attention to the budding science of torpedoes in undersea warfare, and served for nine years with the U. S. Navy as an expert consultant in such matters. In 1893 he went to Chicago to display at the Columbian Exposition a complete exhibit of his inventions. But fate intervened to dent him the recognition that Was rightly his: he died before the exhibit could be put together. Skating new the Inn at Hanover. Bouchard The December 1948 HANK'S WINTER LETTER by Parker McL. Merrow from Eastern Slope Regionnaire PRETTY soon them dear little snow Hakes will come oozing down, covering the landscape with a magic w bite carpit. When that happens, the ski slope pet pietors will strut overhauling the old reliable tow and likewise the Cash register. Carroll Reed he will get hisself a set uv arch supporters so's he can Stand in Wttn spot lor ten hours at a sireteh Hash- ing the old personality smile and peddling de- luxe laminated skis at S45 per copy and the hospital will stock in 12 gross of X-ray film and half a ton of plaster of Paris, getting ready for the fractures. The happy owners uv ski lodges will start buying second hand hammers to beat on the steam pipes to make the week-end guest think that steam is reall) coming up to the room. When awl them preparashuns has ben made, folks up this wa will be awl set lot the ski season. Uv course the) issumtimesa bit ul trubble getting good perfes- siottal cooks for the winter, on acct sum cooks prefer Miami for the season to the Eastern Slopes. 1 hear tell that the Eastern Slopes Assoshiashun has went to Berlin and retained the services of a good honest French-Canadian lumber camp boss to go to Boston and New York and pick up chefs and pastry cooks ill $50 per copy. Uv course stiniiiines they is delivered a bit worse for wear but they .tint nothing wrong with them that a week in the hospital wont fix. About a week before the season really gels rolling the Chamber uv (I ineice will dusl oil all the old eharat lets and give them $5 New Hampshire Troubadour 11 per da in hang around the stores and streets to furnish local color. A real old granger with a Santa Claus beard and a sleigh thai has the old eagil decorashuns on the hack done in gold leaf, can gel as high as ten bux per day, just riding around to give the snow bunnies suthing to stare at and take pitchers of. I he garage perpietors is busy stocking in No 40 oil so thai on cold mornings the skiers car will turn over just wunce and then quit. Then they get a job towing same tit 85 per head, which is a lovel) business pervided you can gel enull of it. When you go into wun of the grab-em-and-gruntjoints this winter and order a "sliced chicken sandwich all while meat" the meat urn will gel will be sliced, hut how ninth chicken they will be is suthing else again. I aint never ben able to ligger out w bat makes a skier ski. I had a ride in an ice boat wunce across Wolfeboro Bav with Doe Mel Hale what is a hoss doctor. We want doing much over Sit miles an bom and when Doe finally slipped out nv the wind and skidded up to the Town Wharf I got out with beads uv sweat froze tight to my forehead. I asl him clicf he ski. besides ice boating. Doe lie looked shocked and sas "NO INDEED thai skiing business is DANGEROUS." lake the lion I isb and Game Director uv the State uv New Hampshire, Ralph Carpenter 2nd. Yon couldn't get him onto skis ,11 Sad per hour. But he will take his personal plane and put it onto skis and go oul checking fellers fishing through the ice on an after- noon when the chickadees is wawking on acci it is too wind) and cold to IIv. Me. I .tin loo old to ski, lor when you gel in age. you like to set b the lire and watch the folks go by. Bui if I was five years yunger I think I should lei Carroll Reed defraud me and I would try the I Mtards. 12 An) ways, its going to be a grand winter, as usual. So come on up. Yon know me Hank The December 1948 A skier on Tuckerman Ravine Headwall (late winter). Bouchard Streak down the narrow bill, cut with quick heels Sudden hot corners thai each turn reveals (heck speed w idi Christies tail-wagging is fun One more ravine, and the ski-chase is done. Three men behind, and two catching up fast, The leader slid winging ahead to die last Brown muscles throbbing and eves burning bright, Reluctantly ending die heavenly flight, I his is die answer to man's high desire Skimming die mountains on nails of white fire And you down below, who would know more of God Ask men who have brushed against clouds, ski-shod. -From Health Magazine New Hampshire Troubadour FRONT COVER: Methodist Church at Stark. Color photo by Winston Pole. BACK COVER: Carter Dome from the Glen near Pinkham Notch. Fire lookout tower is coated with frost. Photo by Winston Pole. FRONTISPIECE: Scene at Hopkinton after an early season snowfall. Photo by Walter S. Colvin. Echoes from the Sandwich Fair: SANDWICH, Oct. 13 Honors for traveling the longest distance to attend Sandwich Fair this year went to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Powers, who drove from Sheridan, Wyoming, more than 2,400 miles. John McOuade of Cincinnati usually claims the long-distance laurels, but this year he had to concede the honors to the Powers family. SANDWICH, Oct. 21 Sandwich today had another claimant for honors of coming the longest distance to attend the Fair. A caul received by Harry Blanchard, president of the fair association, informed him that Mrs. Mattie MacKeen, formerly of Moultonboro, had come from Los Angeles, California the past two years especially to attend the festivities. The Northern Railroad constructed a line from Concord, N. H. to White River Junction, Vt., on which complete trips began in 1848. The centenary was observed recently. Dr. J. Duane Squires of Colby Junior College delivered a notable address about the railroad at a New Hampshire Luncheon of the Newcomen Society. The Concord Monitor commented editorially: “There is a tremendous amount of romance in the hundred years of the northern Railroad, which was roughly the third hundred years of the settlement of New Hampshire. There is no good current history of the state, and the anniversary suggests that one might well he written which would condense and preserve in retrospect the state's century of coming of age." "New Hampshire is wonderful, and the summer goes too fast," writes Winslow Eaves, who will return to his classes in sculpture and ceramics after a summer of work in the New Hampshire hills. In the small town of West Andover he was in close contact with Edwin and Mary Scheier and Karl Drerup, nationally known artists whom Eaves found "not in the least eccentric but hard-working, sincere human beings.” -From Bulletin of Minson-Williams-Proctor Institute, Utica, N.Y. The December 1948 The new Hampshire races of the New England Sled Dog Club scheduled to date for the coming season are as follous: Jan. 1, Tamworth Jan. 8-9, Fizwilliam: Jan. 15-16, Pittsfield Jan. 22-23. Jackson (pending) Jan. 29-30, Newport Feb. 12 13. Colebrook (pending). NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Manchester on the Merrimack, by Grace Holbrook Blond of Manchester, New Hampshire, was published last month at S3. Illustrations byJohn O’Hara Cosgrave II decorate this new and delightfully told history of Manchester. We Human Chemicals, or The Knack of Getting Along with Everybody, The Updegraff Press, Ltd., Scarsdale, Y. Y., $2, is by Thomas Dreier, the first editor of the Troubadour. The author, the publisher Robert R. Updegraff, and Dr. Gustavus J. Esselen. who contributed technical knowledge and suggestions, are all summer residents of New Hampshire. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N.H. Westmorland Town Hall Curtain A beautiful view of Westmoreland, painted on a stage curtain by Everett Longley Warner, was a Christmas gift to the town last year, Mr. Warner, a noted artist, whose ancestors were among the founders of the village, resides in the Park Hill section of town. The 1948-49 edition of the New Hampshire Winter Map includes information on three important new ski areas: Mt. Sunapee State Park with a chair lift, Thorn Mountain, Jackson, with a chair lift, and Black Mountain, also in Jackson, with a Constant Alpine-type lift. The winter edition of the New Hampshire Recreational Calendar will include data on competitive skiing events and information for the winter vacationist who does not ski or prefers skiing in small doses. 15 Cutting The Christmas Tree BY ADELBERT M. JAKEMAN It is the country thing to do. But ever good and ever new. With sharpened axe and careful eye We pass the pine and hemlock by, And step around each lesser tree That fails in height or symmetry. At last we see the perfect one And know our Christmas search is done. It falls in beauty at our feet Our hearts in wonder lose a beat. Then proud to be thus burdened down We ride in fragrance back to town. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour121948 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour December 1948 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the December 1948 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour. </em><!--more--> [gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Troubadour1948DecemberFinal.pdf"] Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1948 Type The nature or genre of the resource Magazine Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant New Hampshire Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT UNDETERMINED: This Rights Statement should be used for Items for which the copyright status is unknown and for which the organization that has made the Item available has undertaken an (unsuccessful) effort to determine the copyright status of the underlying Work. Typically, this Rights Statement is used when the organization is missing key facts essential to making an accurate copyright status determination. URI: http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/UND/1.0/ Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource New Hampshire State Library, 20 Park Stree, Concord, NH 03301https://nh.gov/nhsl Language A language of the resource eng Subject The topic of the resource Ashuelot Village Colby Junior College Covered Bridges Moses Gerrish Farmer New London Warner Westmoreland