2 10 64 https://omekaclassic1.nhlibraries.org/files/original/611338e2880d2edcd6922cc4b3f0b15f.pdf a0d86b329945327ffa574bd2fd087c24 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 BEAVER FALLS In Colebrook on the road to Stewartstown Hollow—Not as high as Montmorency, nor as mighty as the Niagara. but as beautiful in its simpiit ity The New Troubadour Hampshire One may now have primitive conditions or all modern comforts in log cabins high in the Xew Hampshire hills. Far from the city streets and city frets, one may find peace, quietness, and inner harmony The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, sinjiinK the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempi 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. edited by Thomas 'Dre/er VOL. i NOVEMBER, 1931 A Village Makes Use of Ancient Crafts NO.8 FOR six years the people living in and near Center Sandwich have been developing skill and increasing their incomes by making things to be sold by the Sandwich Home Industries. Hundreds of persons have visited the building which houses the industries to see and to purchase examples of native handicrafts. Each rug, andiron, table, basket, pair of fire tongs, chair, bench, stool, luncheon set, jar of jelly, or what not, has been made within the limits of the town, and each thing is sold on a co-operative basis. Only ten per cent commission is deducted from the sale [trice. All the rest goes to the craftsman who did the work. If it were not for Mrs. J. Randolph Coolidge this organization would not be what it is. She has been the New Hampshirt Troubadour Page 3 the leader and inspirer, and it was Coolidge money, too, thai provided the original capital. More should be done elsewhere in the State to encourage home industries. Governor Winant recently appointed a commission, of which Mrs. Coolidge is the head, to co-operate with leaders in other towns. It is possible that eventually there may be a sufficient amount of home-made- products of the Sandwich kind to justify the formation of a co-operative marketing organization for tin- state as a whole. In tlie meantime the Sandwich Industries offer ideas and inspiration to other small towns. Visitors to tlie state also find a trip to Sandwich a pleasant adventure. The view from the high hill just before one drops down to Center Sandwich on tlie road from Moultonboro is one of the finest in the state. How one Man Bought a New Hampshire Farm IT is certain that there are no better satisfied owners of a farm in our state than Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Watts. They have a house in Bronxville and another in Florida, but the place that means most to them is their farm home at Effingham. How they went aboul buying their place may interest you. The New Hampshire Troubadour Last spring Mr. Watts told his real estate man to invite proposals from all real estate dealers in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts. Three thousand inquiries were sent out and four hundred replies received. This number was thinned down to seventy-five and that number of sets of pictures were furnished. Mr. and Mrs. Watts went over all these pictures and decided in favor of nine possible places. The first place they visited was in Maine. That on closer acquaintance did not appeal. Next was the George Towle place at Effingham. They liked that at once, but couldn't resist the appeal of another place that offered a house filled with antiques as a lure. This house was delightful but was turned down because, as Mr. Watts says, "there were too many gas stations and hot dog stands in the vicinity." As they were about to start on their second day's journey, Air. Watts and his wife agreed that inas- much as the Towle place was liked by both of them, there was little sense in looking further. They bought it immediately and workmen have been busy there all through the summer months, clearing out under- brush, trimming the fine big trees, opening up vistas, painting buildings, making flower gardens, and giving new life to the place. What adventures did you have in buying your New Hampshire home? / h, i .1 //um/i.s/an' Troubadout bi.r •- Manly boys are helped to become still more manly in Davis Field House and Gymnasium at Dartmouth College, Hanover. Under the inspiration of one of our country's recognized leaders. Dr. Ernest Martin Hopkins, Dartmouth is known as a place where students are taught to think as individuals and by so thinking to prepare themselves for usefulness in world affairs The Bards Stood High in Ireland PEOPLE who sing the good deeds of their country- men ought to be given a high position. Those who go about looking for the best in all persons and things, and who tell others about their discoveries, encourage people who are doing good work to do still better work. In Ireland, in the good old days, the king could wear a robe of seven colors. Next to him was the graduate bard, who wore six colors. Lords and ladies /',,,•,• t, The Hampshire Troubadom were permitted five governors of fortresses, four officers and gentlemen, three soldiers, two and the common people, only one. How many colors should we be permitted to wear, those of us who are singing the praises of New Hampshire and New Hampshire's worth-while people? After renting houses in the Lake Sunapee section for a couple of years, Samuel Crowther, the internationally known author, bought an old farm and is having a great time fixing it up without robbing it of the original simplicity, lie rejoiced especially when he discovered an old dam that was built more than ioo years ago in order to provide power for a little shop that turned out bowls for ships' compasses. The dam is built of blocks fully two feet square. The first thing Sam knows, he'll be a permanent resident and may open that shop again. He ought to practise in New Hampshire what he and Henry Ford talk about in their books — that is, getting people back into the country and providing them with factory jobs out where they can live on their own farms. Last summer more than 50 per cent of the sales made by Stewart Bosson of Meredith were of old places bought for the purpose of restoring them and Thi Wow Hampshire Troubadour Page? maintaining their original type. Old age does make its contribution of beauty. An old house that has been lived in for generations offers its new owners many fine treasures. As our secondary roads are improved, more and more of these old places attract people who want summer homes that may possibly be used all the year. era There Is Solitude in New Hampshire, Too Tut: camp on the shores of Dan Hole Pond, where George Rockwell spends as much time as he can spare from his business in the city, is reached by what is little better than a trail. One who doesn't care much what may happen to his car may get there by motor. The town road which one must take to reach the gate at the entrance to George's place is one over which it is well to drive carefully. When any attempt is made to improve that road, George bursts forth into what sounds like profane language, lie knows that bad roads insure privacy, and it is privacy and solitude that he wants when he goes to the country. Good roads, you see, may be bad roads in the sight of some people. It all depends upon what one wants. We asked (Ieorge one time what would happen if he were to meet another car on that narrow road. ! The New Hampshire Troubadour "If I met another car," answered George without hesitation, "I'd know it was time for me to move elsewhere." One doesn't have to move to the Galapagos Islands to find solitude. George Rockwell has found all he needs on Dan Hole Pond in New Hampshire. One of the newest of our hydro-electric plants. Fifteen Mile Falls Dam, Monroe. Electricity now enables people far in the country to enioy milking machines, iceless refrigerators, and motor-operated machinery, banishes kerosene lamps from the houses and lanterns from barns, provides cheap power for large and small manufacturing plants, and makes life richer and pleasanter The New Hampshire Troubadour Why Not Become Winter Visitors, Too? NOTHING makes The Goose so tarnashun mad as the question summer visitors often ask her when they call at her farm for Jersey milk, or to borrow a cat, or possibly a dog. They ask, "And what do you do up here during the winter? "Their at- titude is, " You poor souls, how can you exist away off here in the country when there is snow on the ground and there are no summer visitors with whom to talk?" The Goose (who in private life is Mrs. Alvin Hatch) printed this paragraph in her column in The Granite State News: "Fellow natives, what is your favorite answer to the remark made at your kitchen door, to the effect that after the summer people have betaken them- selves to their winter activities, we are left in a somnolent state without anything whatever to occupy our hands or minds (if any)? The Goose has never seemed to assemble just the right collection of words politely to convey the idea that we really live in the winter time. The notion seems to prevail that we kind of go to den like Harry Libby's bear and that only with the coming of spring do we dust ourselves oil and resume our normal activities. The pleasant way to clear up this haze would be for the summer folks to see more of us in the winter time. We'd like that tremendously and we feel sure they would too." Page 10 The New Hampshire Troubadour So, if you really want to know what fun it is to live in New Hampshire after the summer activities end, tome up in December or January or February — or any other month listed on your calendar — and you'll learn for yourself. Have you watched the snow drifting white across a meadow? Have you sat with a good look before a blazing fire? Have you gone sleighing? Or taken part in a picnic on the lake, with plenty of hot cocoa and good things to eat? Or had a jolly evening with a neighbor? Or gone skiing? Or taken a walk on snowshoes over the hills? Or stepped out of your house on a clear winter morning and just sniffed the fresh air? Or attended those jolly country dances? Or just dropped in on a neighbor for a friendly chat? There's true neighborliness and rich, quiet, comfortable living in the country era Two Boys and a Donkey TOMMIE HUNTER and Norman Updegraff just drove by in a rickety four-wheeled cart drawn by a somewhat reluctant donkey. They were moving forward, as any one with fairly good eyesight could tell by watching them pass a given mark, but they were in no danger of breaking any speed laws. Judg- ing by their laughter, though, they were wasting I'll-- New Hampshire Troubadour Page 11 Old stone bridges are vanishing from our trunk roads, but for many years you will find them as you see this one on our of the roads near Keene. Lovers of our state hope that in the future old stone and old covered wooden bridges will be maintained to remind us of a life that is past, even though modern traffic creates a demand for a wide steel or conrete bridge a stone's throw away none of their time wishing they were driving a high- powered roadster. Boys here in the country, where city competitive standards have not penetrated, are still fortunate in being able to find their pleasure in simple things. They do not feel compelled to keep up with anybody else'. They live their own lives. Curiously enough they find so many interesting things to keep them occupied that they seldom get into mischief or be- come heart-breaking problems to their parents. Even I, sitting here at my desk in what was once the old chic-ken house, chuckled as I watched the Page /-' I ia New Hampshire Troubadour two boys pretending they were slow race charioteers, or whatever it is they were playing .it being. Their happiness communicated itsell to me just as the happiness of all happy people enriches those who look on and tire at all receptive. Uprising versus Downsitting Our good friend, John Nolen, city planner and landscape architect, who has done so much to beautify cities and towns all over the I fnited States, tells us he heard a very amusing statement as to the lack of progress in communities. A discussion of public opinion brought out the statement thai progress is not impaired by the uprising of radicals, but by the downsitting of conservatives. If we had a great deal of money, which we have not, we would buy one abandoned farm after another and remodel the old buildings. Usually the only ones worth remodeling are the pioneer build- ings. Those built within the past ( tiarter of a century are nsitally ugly. The local contractors evidently wanted to show what they could do with curlicues and bay windows and jogs in the roofs. They saw no beauty in the simplicity of the early colonial. Hut, fortunately, there are left hundreds of the old build- ings that stand as a permanent invitation to those who tire thinking of owning beautiful country homes. The New Hampshire Troubadour One of the studios at the MacDowell Colony at Peterboro. Here, certainly, is a living monument to a great composer, erected by Mrs. Edward MacDowell who has dedicated her life to materialising her distinguished husband's dream. Here writers, musicians, and other workers in the tield of art, are given the opportunity to do their work under conditions that approach the idea! You can find in our state the kind of life you want. You can spend your time in luxurious hotels. You can own your own cottage at some exclusive country club like Bald Peak. You can rent or own a farm and live as simply or as luxuriously as you please. Free camping sites invite you to pitch your tent. You can find a location for your own cabin in a national park. Scores of over-night camps offer different qualities of accommodations. Even in the dead of winter you can find what you need if you are a lover of weather that makes your blood fairly sing through your reins. "It is our ultimate hope," said Governor John (',. Winant in one of his VVBZ-WBZA broadcasts, "to have our visitors sufficiently impressed with life in New Hampshire to become ultimately identified with community and state activities and join us as legal citizens of the state." Perhaps, if you continue to read The Troubadour regularly, you will respond to that invitation. Why not plan to join the Boston and Maine winter trips which are to lie held again this year after the snow falls? On some Sundays last winter over 1,000 persons filled the special trains. Eventually these Sunday trips on special trains will develop into week-end trips. More and more of our present summer hotels will become all-the-year-round resorts. New Hampshire Troubadour Jeanne Phelps, thirteen, who lives with her mother and grand- mother on a farm near New Boston every summer, takes care of two horses and her own flock of hens. She waters, feeds, and cleans the horses, and handles her chickens like a young business woman. She had 190 hens this past summer. Not many girls have more real enjoyment. Jeanne would like to live on the farm all the time. Possibly if you have children who do not know what to do with them- selves, or cannot keep out of mischief, a farm stocked with animals of their very own may be the solution of your problem. I Those city people who own New Hampshire homes are forming the habit of eating Thanksgiving dinner in them. Thanksgiving par-ties in the country are great fun. For forty years Dr. Charles Jefferson, one of America's most influential and best loved preachers, has been summering at Fitzwilliam, not far from Mt. Monadnock. He came first as a student preacher. Later he built bis own cottage and persuaded many of his friends to follow his example. When he preaches in the tillage church on the last Sunday in I'h? New Hampshire Troubadour August, people drive for a hundred miles or more to hear him. At 71 Dr. Jefferson still plays tennis. New Hampshire helps people to live long and happily. Winter visitors find much sport in our state. Why not enjoy your Thanksgiving Day turkey in New Hampshire this year? Strenuous Alpinists may struggle up the steep face of this cliff and refresh themselves afterwards by bathing in the clear waters of the little lake. Mountains and lakes are tossed hittier and thither for the amusement of the lovers of out-of-doors Ibige Is The Simple Things of Earth are Loveliest By Margaret E. Bruner A lire on the hearth, the lamplight's glow The hour when the heart rinds peace and rest, A mother's lullaby crooned soft and low The wayside blossom, tiny woodland stream That sings a happy, lilting roundelay Solt, Billowy clouds that drift as in a dream, The hush of dawn, the sun's last flaming ray The friendh' trees that give of fruit and shade. The tendrils of the grape-like clinging hands I I there are scenes more gorgeously arrayed, But these the heart has known and understands. Mankind has reached the pinnacle of potter, Idas Conquered land and skv and ocean's crest, And yet. when comes the heart's deep, prayerful hour, lie knows the simple things are loveliest. 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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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 OCTOBER 1944 PEACEFUL SENTINELS. "The birch, most shy and ladylike of trees." James Russell Lowell Saywer Pictures 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: 5O CENTS A YEAR EDITOR OF OUTDOORS Dere Editor — DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR October, 1944 HANK SAYS: Last week-end I was down to Saleratus, setting on Hooker Hanson's store steps, cleaning my pipe and settling the affairs of the world with Smeller Smith and his hired man Jug Hed Murphy ^^^k^^ff ^^ IV ^^^^f~*" and Hooker hisself and the Hon. Jug Peavey. We was just starting to get world affairs settled in good shape when Slim Jones, a late Sergeant with the U. S. Marines, comes along in his pick-up. He goes in to get hisself a coke and a deck of cigarettes, a roll of barbed wire, a bag of flour and a cupple of pickril hooks. When he comes out and loads same into his pick-up, Smeller Smith says, "I will buy you a cupple of seegars if you will know off the crow in the field over there, for I need him to hang up in my garding." Slim, who carries a Jap slug in his left hip as a life-time sooveneer New Hampshire Troubadour of his recent travels, limps over to his truck and extracts his Model 70 Winchester and slips the caps offien the Alaskan and gets into the sling and sets down and squeezes off two or three times. Then he slips a catridge into the chamber. Jug Hed Murphy asks, "Which eye you going to take him in, Sergeant?" "The right eye," Slim sez, and massages the trigger very gentle. There is a loud noise. Way out in the field the crow gives a kick and cupple of flutters and lays very quiet and peaceful. The Hon. Committee walks out to view the remainders. When we pick up said crow his right eye is missing. Jug Hed Murphy says, "That is almost as good shooting as I used to do with my old .44 Winchester carbine. I could drive the cork in a bottle with that gun two out of three times at two hundred yards and not bust the glass." "That wasn't good shooting. Jug Hed," says Slim. "That was a miracle just like this shot was. The best rifle made will hardly shoot into two inches at one hundred yards or four inches at two hun- dred, using a machine rest in dead air. When you figure the factors of error of aim, error of hold, powder load variations, barril whip, bullit drift and wind drift, it's a miracle you hit anything. A crow is just about a two-inch bullseye after you peel the feathers off. Hitting him anywhere at two hundred is just bull luck, let alone shooting his eye out." The Hon. Jug Peavey he hikes his paunch up into a more com- fortable posishun and sets down on his box on the store porch and says, "We are glad to hear an honest man for a change. I was deer hunting up in the Magalloway five years ago. After due delibera- tion and consideration I took with me a lightweight .45-70 fitted with a large aperture sight on the rear and a large ramp-mounted red bead on front. Due to my excess poundage I sit and watch. I am not an active hunter. On this particular afternoon, the weight of evidence seemed to indicate that I should watch a certain tote road. 4 The October 1944 Lake Winnipesaukee from Abenaki Tower I did. Just at dusk a large, I might say a very large, buck stepped along the road toward me. The wind was from him to me. The sun was behind me and in his eyes. I was sitting in the shade. "I congratulated myself that I was going to drop him right in that tote road, only two hundred yards from the auto road. I laid the red bead on the center of his chest and squeezed off." "How much he weigh?" asked Hooker. "Weigh, my dear fellow? Weigh?" asks The Hon. Jug. "I never had a chance to weigh him. I missed him at thirty-five yards. It was the best miss I ever made in a long life in the hunting field." "I made a better miss than that once," sez the late Sgt. Jones. "I was leading a patrol and came around the bend of the trail. jXew Hampshire Troubadour 5 HAROLD ORNE m *M "The Square" Miljord. Soldier Memorial and Town Hall HAROLD ORNE There were two Japs beating their gums and waving their hands at each other not twenty-five yards off. That was duck soup. I just unlatched the Tommy from the hip. The burst never touched them. They jumped like two burned cats." "They get away?" asks the Hon. Jug Peavey in a mournful voice. "No, not exactly. The feller next me was a North Carolina duck hunter and he made as nice a double as you ever saw. Very, very nice." Hooker Hanson drives a match through his seegar butt so to get a few more drags officii it without starting to make a conflagrashun out of hisself. "I ain't never made such dramatic misses as that, but I made wun wunce that cost me more money. Last spring they was a old buck skunk coming into my wood shed every night and 6 The October 1944 scaring my dear wife about to death." We all looked at each other when he sed that, for we knowed that nothing short of a bull ele- phant would scare Mrs. Hooker. "And my dear wife she ast me to shoot it. So I brang the old .44-40 Frontier home from the store. Now I am pretty handy with a Frontier if I do say so. That night I took me and a five-cell flashlight and the Frontier into the shed. "When I come out into the shed I snapped on the light and it lit right onto that skunk. He was on a pile of kindling about fifteen feet away. Him and me drawed and fired simeltaneous." "He hit you?" asts Smeller. "Nope, and I didn't hit him either. The first bullit went through a brand new wash tub hanging on the wall. No. 2 ruined a per- fectly good cross-cut saw. No. 3 went into the garage behind the shed and blowed a tire on my home brew tractor. No. 4 was never accounted for. No. 5 opened up a five-gallon can of kerosene. No. 6 hit the last bottle of good Scotch I had hid to celebrate the day sumbuddy shoots Hitler. That concluded the festivities as far as the skunk was concerned. He sort of sneered at me and waddled off. Me, I went into the house, after picking up the pieces. My dear wife kept jawing at me till midnight." "Speaking of misses," says Jug Hed Murphy, "another crow has just lit out in that field. What do you say, Sarge?" Slim he treads over to his pick-up and gets another catridge and slips it into the Model 70 and slides the caps oflen the Alaskan and tightens up the sling. "Make it the left eye this time," says Jug Hed. When the Hon. Committee went down to examine the remain- ders we found that the left eye had been removed neater than a hundred-dollar-per-day doctor and the Mayo clinic could of did it. Nobuddy said nothing for quite a while. Not even Jug Hed. Up and at 'em, HANK — Parker Met. Merrew in Outdoors Magazine New Hampshire Troubadour 7 MANCHESTER — The Queen City Originally known as Harrytown, it was granted by Masonian proprietors in 1735 to the "Snowshoe Men" of Capt. William Tyng at Tyng's Town. It was incorporated in 1751 as Derryfield. In 1810 the name was changed to Manchester after the cotton center of England. Pictures, left to right: 1. Notre Dame bridge, Merrimack River, and small part TR^IL \u\i of famous Amoskeag Mills. 2. Boston and Maine Railroad station. 3. Currier Gallery of Art. 4. Market Street, City Hall and Federal Reserve Bank at left, Franklin Street Church at right, Amoskeag Bank Building in background. 5. Women's Center, U.S.O. 6. City Post Office. 7. Manchester Central High Schools. 8. State Armory. Pictures by Manchester Union-Leader. x> tmw^: •c„^pw .•-,-.....,• -'% ,.rA- *-s-- v^.. ivjfc feft^S^HS**'!***T?J « 1 * I.,:.. 'l.*i<7&'. -A'^'TK*. A "New Hampshire Cottage" at Wakefield O suns and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together. Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather. HELEN HUNT JACKSON CHORE TIME by Haydn S. Pearson IN THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR CHORE TIME in winter on the farm. Soft, large flakes of snow drift down past the apartment windows in the city. Four 10 The October 1944 o'clock. Streets are lighted. Indistinct figures hurry along the avenue. Four o'clock on a winter afternoon. On a New England farm, years ago, that was the signal to start the "chores." A homely, peaceful, story-telling word. The family was known in the town as a "reading family." Sometimes at four o'clock it was hard to put aside Dickens or Scott or Shakespeare. For in this family stormy winter days were reading days. The school was three miles distant and experiences with winter storms had convinced the father and mother that lessons would better be done at home. How the children worked to finish them! And when the mother had heard the lessons and was satisfied as to their completion, the rest of the day- was free for reading. But chore time was a happy time. And after a day with books we welcomed a period of activity. We bundled up in the kitchen — boots, stocking cap, overalls, sweaters, mackinaw and mittens. First the paths had to be shoveled — to the barn, to the hen- house, and to the mail box. John, the hired man who had been with the family forty years, and father, enjoyed it as much as the children. There were snowball flurries, and shovelfuls of light snow that descended on one's head unexpectedly. It was fun to go into the big barn. The cow tie-up was warm. The cows mooed softly and rattled their neck stanchions. They wanted some of the good clover hay. The Jerseys were gentle. No harsh words or actions were permitted. We children scrambled up the ladder to the great mow. We pitched forkfuls of hay down to the floor. Twenty cows, four horses, and a dozen young stock ate a lot. Then we jumped from the mow to the hay on the floor. It was a jump of a dozen feet, and we would sink completely from sight. Up the ladder we would scramble again chuckling and shouting. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Dover High School and Civil War Monument John had usually fed the hens, but we gathered the eggs and emptied the drinking buckets so the water would not freeze during the night and break them. We children took most of the care of the young stock, fed them, watered them, and curried them. For each year we entered our own at the County Fair and the money we earned went mostly into the bank toward college. When the barn was clean and the cows brushed, the cows were 12 The October 1044 A. THORNTON GRAY milked and the cream separated. The skim milk was given to the pigs and calves. Then the cows were turned out into the yard to drink. On cold days pails full of hot water were brought from the kitchen to temper the water in the tank. "Why can't the cows drink cold water if the deer and birds and foxes do?" we asked John. "Well," said John in his thoughtful way, "they don't have to give warm milk that makes cream so children can have shoes and books and sleds." It was lots of fun to take care of the horses. We were allowed to lead the two Belgian mares, Nell and Bess, to the trough. We put the home-raised corn and oats into the mangers. We spread a deep layer of clean oat straw for a bed. The colts were too skittish and lively for children to handle. John used to let them out last, slip off the headstalls, open the yard gate, and let them run. How they loved it. Through the snow they galloped, heels flying high, heads up, shorting and whinnying with exuberance. Across the fields, they went, disappearing in the dusk. A moment later they came back, flashing past us, into the orchard, round the barn. Then John would bring a wooden measure half full of corn and shake it as the colts went by. Sometimes they tried to stop so quickly they almost sat down, and they followed John into the barn. After the stock ate their grain, the mangers were all heaped high with hay. Then we put big shovelfuls of sweet-smelling pine sawdust under the cows and in the calf pens. The kerosene lanterns, hanging from nails in the timbers, cast soft yellow gleams of light. Corners were full of mysterious shadows. Outside, the barn door was carefully closed, the milk house se- cured, and in single file, the lanterns glowing and our figures throwing long shadows, we went to the house for supper. Chore time was over. New Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: Autumn scene in Canterbury. Kodachrome by F. R. Wentworth. Color plates, courtesy Rumford Press. BACK COVER: Looking toward Dixville Notch from Errol. Photo by Douglas Armsden. NEW BOOKS "Apple Rush," by Katherine Southwick Keeler. A delightfully written and illustrated book, primarily for children but also interesting to adults, about the apple picking season in a New Hampshire Orchard. (Thomas Nelson & Sons, New York, $2.00). "New Hampshire," Country stories and pictures arranged by Keith Jenni- son. (Henry Holt and Company, New York, $2.50). The start of an old deed conveying property in Grafton County reads, "Beginning at a stick in a hole in the ice." Avis Turner French, author of the poem on the back cover, lives in Antrim, New Hampshire. 8500 Dartmouth men, representing 38 per cent of all living alumni, are in the Armed Forces. 14 We cannot express our appreciation of the help rendered by clubs, organizations, and individuals in securing the names and addresses of New Hampshire men and women in the Armed Services. It is of particular importance at this time that these lists are kept up to date, and we shall appreciate your continued cooperation in making sure that each copy of the Troubadour is delivered without delay by sending in all of the latest addresses. We regret that limitations of time and facilities make it impossible for us to reply personally to the hundreds of fine letters we have received from Service men and women stationed in all parts of the world. To all of you we send our appreciation and best wishes. Donald Tuttle, Editor The October 1944 The other day Thomas H. Alger of Cottage street, this city, was in a local lumber yard spending a fortune for a stick of soft pine and a man in clean white overalls was just ahead paying his bill. The clerk gave him his change and said, "Thank you, Mr. Peaslee." "Peaslec—that sounds like New Hampshire to me," remarked Mr. Alger. The carpenter wheeled around partly suspicious, " Who do you know in New Hampshire?" "Well, I got a 60-acre farm up in East Weare," Mr. Alger replied, " a n d it's known as the Peaslee place. My next door neighbor is mowing my fields right now and his name is Leon Peaslee. Do you know him?" "Well, I ought to, he's my brother," the man replied. Finally Mr. Peaslee said, "By the way, who are you, a Yeaton or a Straw, or somep'n?" "No," Mr. Alger said, "I'm just a local guy. My name is Tom Alger of Brockton. I don't really belong up there. My family is about as thick around here as you Peaslees are up in the hills." "Well," Mr. Peaslee said, "that kind of evens things up cause I just bought the Frank Alger farm in Raynham." — Brockton Daily News. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD,N.H. Ordination Rttck, Tamtcorth. A part of the inscription rtmds: "Memorial of the Ordination on this Rock September 12. 1792, of Reverend Samuel Hidden, as pastor of the Congregational Church of Tamworth instituted on that day. He came into the wilderness and left it a fruitful field. To perpetuate the memory of his virutes and public services, a grandson bearing his honored name, provided for the erection of this cenotaph—1862." <LTTJ For the present, at least, we can accept a limited number of Christmas gift subscriptions to the Troubadour. A special Christmas card is sent with the current number stating that beginning with the January issue the Troubadour will be sent, either for one or two years, as a Christmas gift from you. 15 LETTER IN OCTOBER Avis Turner French in the Boston Herald I shall not write of troubled times, But everything that stills The heart to peace, how blue mist falls Across majestic hills, How crimson maple leaves shine through The late October sun, How crickets play their symphonies When autumn days are done. I shall write simple things, how geese Fly south in letter V, So sure up there alone they bring New values home to me, And if he glimpses past my words To some I do not tell, Perhaps he will be proud and think "She plays the game quite well Thus I can do my best at war," Then he will smile I know To learn the quiet ways at home, For he has loved them so. 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 troubadour101944 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour October 1944 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the October 1944 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! 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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 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 New Hampshire Troubadour October 1940 699,000 acres of land in New Hampshire and 45,400 acres in Maine are included in the While Mountain National Forest, which is visited annually by 3,000,000 people. This picture dimes the entrance to the Dolly Copp Camp in Pinkkam Notch, most popular of all the many camps in the White Mountain National Forest THE NEWHAMPSHIRE 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 flood things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the State Planning, and Development Commission, Concord, N, H. 50 Cents a Year DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME x October 1910 NUMBER 7 Autumn's Charms THE SMELL of burning leaves, the thud of foot falls and the bite in the night air presage the arrival of autumn soon the hillsides will he wearing their bright garments of gold and crimson, the sun will lose some of its warmth, and the darkness of niuht will come early to wrap the world in sable folds. Autumn's loveliness has been proclaimed in song and story. Poets, those gifted creatures whose imagination soars unendingly, have long embraced the beaut} of autumn and found in it the inspiration to stir mankind. But one does not have to be a poet to appreciate the beaut} ol autumn, ll is all around us. and we are inlluenced by it. whether we know it or not. It is part of our existence as much as light and air and water. The hill Mowers, so much hardier than their summer sisters, be- cause of the immutable ways of nature, seize the opportunity lor a final display and splash their brilliance in a prodigal way. Their presence affects us. whether we stop to commune with them or not. Along the roadsides, the season's colorful crops are placed on New Hampshire Troubadoar Paga 3 view. The squash and the pumpkin arc piling high. Fruits and vegetables of autumn seem to have a special flavor. In the summer New England has advantages known to no other pari of the land. In the winter ii competes with other areas toat- tracl the winter sports enthusiast who finds his pleasure on the swift, exhilarating ski run or on the glistening surface nl smooth ice. But autumn is really New England's time. There is something in the air thai quickens the spirit. The heal of summer has gone. and with it has vanished the lassitude that is part of its being. The bitterness of winter is still far enough away to be out of mind. Ifays are bright and clear, and in the cool nights the serene blessedness of quiet, resl I til sleep comes back to people who have been wearied by the heat and the dust and the noise of summer. Family life, disrupted by the similiter quest for recreation and excitement, resumes its normal way when autumn comes. The blessings of home and family reappear in full measure and appreciation of them becomes more keen. As the days pass and autumn's end approaches, the home steadily grows in influence and charm. Around the fireside chil- dren are gathered with their school books, while parents settle back ill their east chairs and find comfort and joy in the most ideal atmosphere oi all. There is something typically New England about autumn. One thinks of New England hillsides and meadows and little school houses and count) lairs, and quiet country streams, and rugged farmers contemplating their preparations for the winter. The cord wood is stacked up, the hay is in the barn, everything is reach for the rigorous season ahead. And the- farmer pauses, content with the labors of the summer, satisfied that he has prepared well lor the- long, cold days of winter Autumn is a time for contemplation, for the counting of blessings, for giving thanks. - Editorial in the Boston Post Page 4 The October 1940 Trampers on the Crawford Path approaching Mt. Washington. Mt. Monroe [5,385 feet) and Lakes-of-the-Clouds Hut in the distance The Fellowship of the Timberline By TALBOT JOHNS FOR a small but constantly growing group of New Englanders who are usually considered by their friends to be not quite right in their minds, fall means but one thing - the best time of year in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. For them it is the season when goofers (tenderfoot tourists) and black flies are absent from "the hills," when birches splash in golden torrents down five-mile slopes, and summer's heat haze gives wax to the The Hampthin Troubadour Page 5 On the headwall of Tuckerman Ravine looking south clear, cold days that make climbing a pleasure and every view an experience thai makes lib- a good thing to be living. Every year finds more addicts to this inspired type of divine lunacy trudging from Crawford Notch up the blunt ridge of the Southern Peaks, or pausing at Eagle Pass to admire its fantastic cliffs before heading for timberline on Mt. Lafayette directly opposite New Hampshire's Great Stone Face. It's a sport and a religion, too for everybody who loves trees and gaunt rocks and moss and bubbling streams. Last summer I met in the same day a sturdy, tanned, little nine-year- old girl and the cruiser-built youngster of over fifty who holds every distance and speed and altitude record in the mountains. Page 6 The October 1940 Doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief they're all there with their sisters and their cousins and their aunts. Contrary to the general opinion, there is nothing tiring about climbing in the White Mountains once a fundamental truth is realized that the hills have been there a good many thousand years and are sure to wait at least until you reach the top. For two years, before I learned my lesson, I ran my 210 pounds into a perspiring wreck, counting tn pulse at 140 when 1 stopped for rests. But everybody has his pace and when you find it you'll discover that you inarch steadily up the steepest slopes without ever stopping for rests. Nothing is more unhealthy, or less fun, than hiking yourself into a stale of exit a its lion, then slopping lor a quivering, shaky "recovery." Your wind hardly ever comes back -- your legs never do. Take it easy and enjoy yourself. Take a census of any Hundred of The Irue timberline fraternity and you'll find that ninety-nine of them carry a little red or green book, five hundred pages long and small enough to put in your pocket. That is the mountains' first real necessity the White Mountain guide of the Appalachian Mountain Club. With it you are never lost or afraid. Its maps and descriptions lay the mounains open at your feet for a daj or a week or a sutinner. Through fog and storm it leads you to the nearest haven. Around the evening campfire it supplies wonderful reading matter. It is the hills bound in a cover and delivered to you lor your everlasting enjoyment. Maybe you still have your first climb to do. It so, you don't necessarily have to be a goofer join the timberline fraternity from the start and be one of them. Otherwise you'll feel left out of things. Look at these three, dusting down the ridge of Jefferson to the Gulfside Trail, bound for the Lakes-of-the-Clouds hut nestling under Washington's shoulder. Two of them are wearing dark colored shorts (yes, even in the fall). The third, older, is wearing New Hampshire Troubadour Page7 a pair of khaki pants, roomy and main times laundered until they are streaked with white because cleanliness is appreciated in the hills as elsewhere. You wonder at their heavy boots, just ankle- high, until you see them clattering and striding confidently down jagged rock pastures just like the ones you slipped and slithered tenderly Over ten minutes ago in your sport shoes. You look at their faded, light-weight wool or flannel shirts and neat, well- weathered knapsacks and feel a little ashamed of the gaudy sweater tied awkwardly around your waist. The heavy woolen socks rolled down to their shoe-tops make your blistered, silk- clad, perspiration-slippery feet ache with envy. You find that two of the trio have shoes studded with heavy hobnails while the third has plain leather soles. Both types are good, but nails tire preferred by main. Advanced goofers wear sneakers "for coming down the rocks." Sneakers are fine excepl when crossing brooks, wet logs, roots, moss patches, wet rocks or jagged ones in other words, they tire treacherous about ninety percent of the time. Nailed shoes (costing from six to eighteen dollars) hold everywhere in all weather. Invest in them - they tire your only real expenditure and your safety and happiness depend on them. After you have bought your shoes and raided an Army and Navy Store for a rain shirt or windproof parka, long work pants or shorts (never knee boots and riding breeches) and knapsack, your outfit is practically complete. Compass and guidebook are necessary -- treat these mountains as though they were peaks twice as high and you'll never get on the front page of the local papers with "Climber lost in early sleet storm." If you have the right outfit don't worry about its looking new. It won't look that way very long, and even veterans have to renew their outfits ever} once in a while. They are a friendly bunch, this fellowship of the timberline. Whenever the} meet von on the trail thev stop and pass the time Page 8 The October 1940 Interior view of the beautiful New Hampshire Building, on the grounds of the Eastern States Exposition, Springfield, Massachusetts. Over 300,000 people attended this year's Exposition during the week of September 15 to 21 of day. If you should happen to hurt your knee they will tape it up for you (though you should cany your own tape). When you drag at dusk into one of the rough log leantos that are located a day's trip apart till through the hills lhey will offer you a cup of coffee, a blanket or supper if you are lacking, and good companionship all the time, Get into the hills this fall. You'll be a lot better for it when you come out, as long as you're careful of your feet and the weather —and both are easy to watch. New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Not long ago I look a neophyte up for his first trip. He'd been pretty blue over something for a couple of weeks and a touch of the hills was just what he needed. After a night at Lakes-of-the-Clouds hut we rambled down the magnificent Boott Spur of Mount Washington and rested for a moment in a rocky nest fifteen hundred feet and more above the floor of Tuckerman's Ravine. Little clouds, bright in the sunshine, drifted lazily past Nelson Crag and over Huntington's headwad1. J " Gets you, doesn't it. " 1 asked. "That cloud,'' said the former blues expert, "looks like a lace handkerchief tucked in a blond angel's belt." You see? —Courtesy of Leisure Magazine The Stone Walls of New Hampshire By David Dowling WHEN I was a boy I attended a school in a State other than New Hampshire. We had an old school teacher — I say old, because her hair was gray and she seemed old to me at that time. She was a native of New Hampshire and hardly a day went by but she had some little story to tell us about that State. Circumstances compelled her to live elsewhere but her heart was in her native country. She instilled in us something of her own enthusiasm and instead of growing weary of her stories we looked forward to them. She told us man things about New Hampshire, describing the de- lightful old houses with their cheery fireplaces, but most of all she loved the old stone walls. She not only described their beauty but she told us of the labor incident to their building. We felt that we knew every step in the task and shared in the pride of accomplishment. She frankly stated that there were no other stone walls elsewhere to compare with those of New Hampshire. She didn't Pagt 10 The October 1940 "And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbours.'" From Robert Frost's poem, "Mending Wall" make that statement boastfully but rather with the calm assurance of one stating a truth that could not be challenged. It never was for we accepted it without question. "If you ever get a chance," she would say, "you must go to New Hampshire and see those stone walls." It was many tears later that I did get a chance to go to New Hampshire and the first thing I looked for was a stone wall. Since that time I have seen many of them and have become better acquainted with New Hampshire. Now I am not so sure but that old school teacher was right in believing that the stone walls of New Hampshire are the most beautiful in the world. New Hampshire Troubadour Page 11 The Connecticut Valley By LOCKWOOO MERRIMAN PHYSICALLY, New Hampshire is different from Vermont in several ways. Those differences to some may appear obvious to others, they may scarcely exist. But the appeal of both states is equally strong the scenery and countryside of each equally lovely although in slightly differing ways. The Connecticut River, at its least a boundary line between the two states, at its best the fostering genius of a natural setting peculiar to itself, shows on its two banks, both immediately contiguous to the water and for miles into each state, a type of scenery which cither New Hampshire or Vermont would be proud to call its own and which unites the best of each. That particular section of the valley which appeals most to me and which I know the best, may be found around Plainlield and Cornish in New Hampshire and across the river around Ascutney, Vermont. Truly in this region we have all the best thai anyone Can ask from New England. There we find cascades tumbling front the hillsides into the river. There we have the quaint old Blow- Me-Down Mill, with its dam and shimmering fall, its stone bridge and overhanging trees. The picturesquely winding road skirts the mill pond, later emerging through regularly colonnaded whitepines on the way towards I'lainlield. Across the river rises Mt. Ascut- ney, regarding benignly the best part of the Connecticut Valley. Small wonder, then, that such men as Augustus Saint-Gaudens. Winston Churchill, and Maxfield Parrish should choose this part of our state to live and work in. They unquestionably found both inspiration and relaxation in the rustic atmosphere and natural beauty of this selling. 'Those of Us who live in this section of the country and the more of us who travel so often through it cannot fail to enjoy in some measure its green hills and its winding river, Page 12 The October 1940 The stone bridge over Blow-Me-Down Brook in Cornish to absorb its spirit of serenity, to experience occasionally its exquisite loveliness, to feel its profound agelessness. Often I like to sit by the river next to the old covered bridge which crosses to Windsor (the longest bridge of this kind in the world) and muse, reflect, perhaps, thai long ago down this very river, by this very spot passed Major Rogers on his raft escaping from the French and Indians and seeking aid for his starved companions miles upstream. It is a river of tradition it is a river of sentiment it is a river of beauty. And it winds through a section of country which partakes of all these traits in the full measure of bountiful Nature, New Hampshire Troubadour Page 13 This mont's cover picture is from the studio of Sawyer Pictures, Concord. "Something in a florist's window today reminded me how lovely Bittersweet is at this time of year on gray stone walls — that Crotched and the Lyndeboros will be blue and hazy in the warm sun at noon and black etched against the deepening night sky — that on crisp nights there will be shooting stars arching across the heavens and there will be the scent of wood smoke in the air as the evening fifes are lighted, "One of the grandest things about having lived among the New Hampshire hills is that a bit of color in a flower shop in Michi- gan can release a whole train of memories and in a split second transport at least my thoughts home again. " Am borrowing a line from a poem by Rupert Brooke I think when I say, 'These things 1 have loved. . . .'" — MARJORIE BEAN PHILIITI, Detroit, Michigan The seventh annual fair of the League of New Hampshire Arts and Crafts which was held at Holderness in August was by far the most successful one yet, both in attendance and in sales. The 1940 fair season in New Hampshiree nds on Columbus Day, October 12, with the famous Sandwich Fair. Our Roving Reporter who "spe-cializes in irrelevant and disconnected happenings" notes that at a big outdoor picnic he recently attended, the 50-yard dash for, men was won by the husband of the woman who won the rollingpin contest. He thinks it was merely a coincidence bin submits it for our consideration. New Hampshire will celebrate Thanksgiving Day on November 28. The annual autumn foliage show is now on and will continue until the middle of the month and in some sections of the Stale even later. This office is again issuing weekly autumn foliage bulletins showing the condition of the foliage in various parts of the State. Page 14 The October 1940 An exhibition called "Design Decade in New Hampshire" will be held at Carpenter Galleries, Hanover, from October 1 to Octo- ber 31, under the sponsorship of the Department of Art. Its pur- pose is to exhibit sketches, plans and photographs for the dramatic presentation of the progress made in New Hampshire for the past decade in designing buildings, bridges, manufactured products, recreational facilities, community layouts, and other subjects in the field of useful arts. The National Shut-in Society was started sixty years ago by three invalid girls who wrote each other cheery letters. Ten years later it was incorporated and it is now a national association with headquarters in New York City and members in forty-six states. The Society does not give material aid to its members, who are those crippled or bedridden or blind, but sends them literature and letters of sympathy and encouragement. The State Representative of the Society, Mrs. Glaydis S. Little, 623 Belmont Street, Manchester, New Hampshire, will be glad to tell you how you could help along this wonderful work. Nfii Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD.N.H. Home Thoughts By Odell Shepard October in New England, And I not there to see The glamour of rhe goldenrod, The flame of the maple tree! October in my own land. . . . I know what glory fills The mountains of New Hampshire And Massachusetts hills. I know what hues of opal Rhode Island breezes fan, And how Connecticut puts on Colors of Hindustan. Vermont, in robes of splendor. Sings with the woods of Maine Alternate hallelujahs Of gold and crimson stain. The armies of the aster, Frail hosts in blue and gray, Invade the hills of home and I Three thousand miles award I shall take down the calendar And Irom the rounded rear Blot out one name, October, The loveliest and most dear. For I would not remember. While she is marching by, The pomp of her stately passing, The magic of her cry. From: The Home Book of Modern Virse—Stevenson Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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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 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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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 September 1944 A schoolboy helps out on the labor shortage of a Hampton Falls apple orchard. The soil, climate and growing season in New Hampshire produce apples that are unequaled far color, flavor and keeping qualities 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: 5O CENTS A YEAR DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME xiv September, 1944 COUNTRY AUCTIONS by Cornelius Weygandt THE COUNTRY AUCTION that held place in public interest throughout New Hampshire with county fair, circus and town meeting is all but passed. It is following musters of militia and barn raisings, the moving of houses on skids drawn by oxen and corn-huskings on threshing floors, meetings of neighborhood literary societies and singing school into the no man's land of forgotten things. Old Home Day has come into being, and local historical societies, and larger activities for country high schools, and arts and crafts exhibits, and the movies and radio, but nothing has arisen to take just the place the auction in a farm or village home held in the life of yesterday. In all these gatherings there was the joy that lies in a crowd, or in talks with friends seldom met, or in picturesquenesses or pageantry, or in the fun of trading. There is an intimacy of human appeal, however, in the selling off of the treasures of a home, that no other sort of country gathering possesses. What people must sill on moving The New Hampshire Troubadour or to settle an estate tells you what they lived with, what they valued, what they were like. Weaving was the heart's delight of one household, books of another, jellies and jams and sauces of a third. Here are coverlets there Thomson's Seasons and Scott's Lady of the Lake, and a first edition of Poe's Tales and yonder currant jelly and plum jam and red astrachan sauce. It was the code down to 1920, at auctions at homes of any consequence, for crackers and cheese and doughnuts and coffee to be served free, by the people selling, to all comers. The last such auction I attended was at a big and well stocked house on Vittum Hill above the Bear camp. Then came the day in which you could buy goodies prepared by the local ladies' aid. Now you are lucky if there is a hot dog man around. There is heart-break in certain scenes at auctions, when, say, a pair of baby's shoes are put up, and the auctioneer reads from a tag attached: "Pet's shoes: she died February 22, 1871". Or when keepsakes of hair fall from a family Bible put up. Or when a stocking, unfinished, with needles still in it, is the item cried. In this last instance, at a farm auction under the Ossipees, a woman rushed for- ward and wrested the stocking from the slack hands of the auctioneer. Her aunt had been working on it in her last illness. You will hear spicy talk in the crowd at auctions, as that I heard between sisters-in-law by Province Lake. "So the Olins are a matter of concern and consideration to you", said Miss Olin to her brother's wife. "Well, let me tell you there are Olins need no crying up, and you are not the one can cry up those that need it " It was over fifty years ago I bought Prime's Along New England Roads at an auction of the books that had come in for review to a Philadelphia newspaper. That book was a record of driving, with a pair of horses, up into the White Mountains, and of stopping at the roadside when the spirit so moved the handler of the reins. It was there I read my first account of a New Hampshire auction. That reading whetted the interest aroused by my lather's talk of his 4 The September 1944 DORIS DAY "The Drovier's House," North Sandwich, Dr. Weygandt's summer home for the past twenty-five years many vacations in "The Presidentials", to which he travelled via Alton Bay, Center Harbor, Piper's and North Conway. His visits reached back into stage coach days. It was not, however, until I came on "Country Sale" by Edmund Blunden, that English poet whom Thomas Hardy liked best of his contemporaries, that I found a description to the life of such vendues as I have known. It might have been a sale I attended twenty years ago in Tuftonboro that he was recounting instead of one in his native Sussex. There were more old men at this Tuftonboro sale that were cast in the mould of John Bull than in that of Uncle Sam. They were red cheeked, heavy paunched, largely jovial. What an auctioneer loves is to get two bidders determined to New Hampshire Troubadour 5 Mt. Monadnock from Peterborough have a certain article. Near Moultonboro Falls I saw two men bid up a milking stool worth no more than a dollar until the more stubborn of the two paid 19.50 for it. At Ossipee Center, I bought an iron trident with a long wooden handle, and eel spear, and was hailed as Father Neptune by the irreverent as I carried it back to my place in the crowd. Over atKezar Falls the auctioneer threwme the wooden works of a shelf clock, on which I had not bid, and said: "Mr. Weygandt, you have bought that for twenty-five cents." I took the works home, where my son found in them a wheel that fitted into the works of a clock made in Bristol — Bristol, New Hampshire, not Bristol, Connecticut. It is ticking away, that clock that was once Alvie Batchelder's medicine chest, on the mantel piece of the room where I write. 6 The September 1944 Bernice Perry Pulling contasl at Sandwich Fair T. C. Ellis Pulling contest at Sandwich Fair I have gotten few bargains at auctions, but many little things that have interested me: the miniature of a charming small girl, in "The Ragged Mountains" a mould carved out of wood so it leaves the figure of a fish in relief on a cake, on the hill south of Meredith old diaries that reveal the detail of life of a century ago in Shadagee in Sanbornton, in the levelled town of Hill a felt strainer for maple sap used as a fool's cap in school, in North Sandwich. Better than any little treasures, though, are the talks I have had with friends in the crowd, and my memories of rich speech I have heard from Frank Bryer, now with God, past master of the rhythms and pic- turesquenesses of expression in our mountain English. There is a joy, forever gone out of life now that we shall never again hear him begin his crying of an auction with "Say, Folkses!" New Hampshire Troubadour 7 SCENES IN CONCORD Left to right: 1. Business section, Main St. 2. High School. 3. State House. Built 1816-19, enlarged and remodelled 1864-66 and again enlarged 1909. 4. White Park. 5. City Y.M.C.A. 6. Roll of Honor in front of State House. 7. Penacook, Ward 1 of Concord, and a part of Boscawen. 8. Memorial Athletic Field. 9. City Library, dedicated 1940. 10. Upper end of Main St. Pictures by Fred W. Davis and F. R. Wentworth Home by H. Sheriden Baketel, M.D. You ask why I have returned to New Hampshire. — New Hampshire is my State. To be sure, I was born in Ohio but since 1877, when my dearly beloved father, the Reverend Dr. Oliver S. Baketel, was transferred to Newfields, I have been a 100 per cent Granite State man. Every inch of the state, from Coos to the sea, — all belongs to me in affection. For more than 40 years, New York or contiguous New Jersey has been my temporary abiding place, but my real home has been in the Greenland-Portsmouth area, even though I owned no property there. Home is where the heart is, and for more than six decades I have looked on that section of Rockingham as my actual abode. Nine delightful years in the formative period of my youth were spent in Greenland and Portsmouth. Education goes far toward determining the future of the individual, for in the classroom, boys and girls dream dreams and see visions. If their teachers impress on them love of town and state and country, it becomes fixed, even to the extent of being an obsession, as in my case. My instructors at Brackett Academy, Portsmouth High School, Phillips Exeter and Dartmouth must have been lovers of New Hampshire, for my earliest recollections are of the virtues and grandeurs of our commonwealth, revealed to us by the pedagogues. We were taught to believe that the grass is greener, the mountains grander, the valleys more peaceful, the lakes and rivers more placid, picturesque, and the seacoast more beautiful, than in any other section. I believed it then and I do now. The countryside of England, with its regularly patterned fields, 10 The September 7944 Home of Dr. Baketel, Greenland A. A. Peterson its lakes, hills, and famous estates the view across the Bay of Naples from the Vomero on a moonlight night when Vesuvius is erupting the ancient glories of Rome and Florence the revealing delights of the Cote d'Or by the blue waters of the Mediterranean the trip down the castle-lined Rhine the flat canal-bisected lands of the Low Countries the never-to-be-forgotten peaks and lakes of Switzerland, from whence came some of my forebears in 1725 — all these scenes have gladdened our eyes during the many trips that we have made abroad. But wherever we were the thought was ever present — "this is wonderful but it is not New Hampshire." I will stake the peaceful beauty of The Parade in Greenland, on which we live, against the charms of any English or French village. No more perfect marine picture has even been painted than the view of the Isles of Shoals from New Caslle or Rye on a clear day. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Spectacle Pond, Croydon Harold Orne The Alps are stupendous and awe-inspiring, but to me the scene from the country home of my son, Sheridan, Jr., on Sawyer Hill, Canaan, is more soul-satisfying — looking down the hill a mile or more to Goose Pond, a lovely lake, and then up the wooded slopes of the Moose range. And beyond the ridges of the Moose lieth Hanover, loveliest village of the plain — nestling to its tree encircled breast the college of Webster and Choate, the institution which fixed its place in the hearts of college men when Webster said, "Dartmouth is a small college, but there are those who love her." Oxford — Cambridge? Medievally superb, but there is only one Dartmouth. It is my hope that from my Greenland home I can continue to look out over life calmly and steadfastly, until the world for me loses itself in the twilight of time and eternity. 12 The September 1944 AUTUMN FOLIAGE By Maj. W. J. Lincoln Adams As IF to compensate us for the falling leaves of October, which will soon leave the branches bare, Nature paints her autumn foliage with a loveliness of color unknown at any other time of the year. The breathtaking beauty of these exquisite hues, particularly in the golden light of an October afternoon, is beyond all description. They grow mellower as the sunlight wanes until, at twilight, they have softened to delicate pastel shades. At this season of the year our fair, sunlit days are presaged by mists in the valleys, in the early morning, lying there like lakes of cloud, which in truth they are, until the mounting sun dispels them with its increasing warmth. The hillsides are brilliant, however, in their autumn coloring under cloudless skies, even while the river valleys are still shrouded in the morning mists. But before long the entire face of nature, valley as well as hillside, is smiling in the gen- ial sunlight of an October day. Nights are frosty and clear at this time of the year, and the con- stellations swing close to the earth the vault of Heaven seems near. You breathe the keen, fresh air from the north and you realize that summer is past. Next day, however, in the mellow sunlight you feel that winter is still far away. This is the season of magical colors. Vivid-hued foliage against backgrounds of somber greens blue skies, the whitest of clouds, and a golden sun. At night, irridescent stars in a purple heaven, and in due time the great-orbed hunter's moon. The nightly frosts, falling softly on grass and bush, are transformed to glistening robes of diamonds and pearls in the morning light. Is this Paradise, you wonder or can it be you are still living on the earth? New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: A country auction. Kodachrome by F. R. Wentworth. Back Cover: Franconia Range and Pemigewasset River from Woodstock. Photo by C. T. Bodwell At the suggestion of Sgt. Joseph R. H. Camire of Manchester, now in Iran, we are starting a series of pictures of the eleven cities of the state. On pages 8 and 9 of this issue are pictures of Concord in the next issue we will show Manchester These are chiefly for the benefit of our boys and girls in the Service but we hope they will be of interest to our readers generally. The storekeeper in one of the rural towns inquired of the wife of a man who had been reported as "ailing," how he was getting along. "He ain't hard sick," she replied, "but he's considerable poorly." On being assigned to a Naval hospital in this Country after two and a half years' work in the Naval hospital in North Ireland, Lt. Comm. Ralph W. Hunter, son of Edgar M. Hunter, Chairman of the New Hamphisre Public Service Commission, shipped to his Hanover home a pedigreed Irish setter which he purchased soon after reaching Ulster. Three weeks later when the crate was opened at his new home Bernie Boy, alias Ginger, stepped out, sat down in the driveway and solemnly held out his right front paw to Mr. Hunter, Sr. When that had been shaken heartily he stood up and put his paws on Mr. Hunter's shoulders. That settled everthing Bernie Boy, alias Ginger, "took over" and when his master arrived three weeks later everything was well under control, still is, and there is every indication, admit Mr. Hunter, Sr. and Mrs. Hunter, that the situation is likely to continue permanently. Temple, Aug. 25 -- (AP) -- Tomorrow is Good Roads Day for this hilltop village town. Annually, men from all sections of this community turn out with tools, teams and trucks and improve some piece of road for the benefit of everyone. Townswomen prepare and serve elaborate dinners and the event is a community reunion in which everyone participates. Good Roads Day, town officials point out, is a survival of early days when "everyone got together and worked for the common good." The September 1944 DUNBARTON, July 2 (AP) -- When Town Moderator Louis H. Holcombe bangs his gavel Wednesday night at a special town meeting, this town's 500 citizens will consider a matter of importance. The question to be acted on is what color to paint the Town Hall. " Let the people rule," says Holcombe, as he explains why the special town meeting was called. One group of citizens wants the Town Hall painted white, while another favors gray. Selectman John G. Pride, William Merrill and Donald Montgomery claim they don't care what the color is so long as the building is painted. New records in both total sum and number of contributors were established by the 1944 Dartmouth College Alumni Fund with a fine total of $284,251 from 13,499 contributors. The total received is 114 percent of the $250,000 goal set for this year, while the proportion of givers to living graduates is 89 per cent, not counting more than a thousand gifts from the classes of 1944, 1945, and 1946, still regarded as undergraduates. Contributions from the more than 8,000 Dartmouth men now in Nan Hampshire Troubadour uniform were again a feature of the 1944 campaign. The bulk of this year's Dartmouth fund, raised by the Alumni Council, is expected to be added to the College's postwar reconversion reserve, started last year with $190,000 from the 1943 Alumni Fund and now totaling about $275,000. The tax rate for Monroe and North Monroe has been established at 65 cents, the same as for last year. This rate is the lowest in the mem- ory of the town's oldest residents, and is brought about by the fact that two large power developments, the 15-Mile Falls plant and the Mclndoes station, are located in the town limits. — Littleeton Courier 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H WHENCE COMETH MY HELP by P. L. Montgomery Here, on these hills, no sense of loneliness Touches my soul. When the long days are fine, And I can see, for miles on miles, the line Of far-off mountains where their summits press Against the arching azure of the skies, Or when the rain blots all objects out from me But the dim outline of the nearest tree, And little sounds so strangely magnifies, I am content. Peace on my soul descends. No unfilled longings rise in me to choke My will. I smell the fragrance of damp sod Whose pungency with forest odors blends, And from my shoulders, like an outworn cloak, My troubles fall, so close to me seems God. 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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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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour061944 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour June 1944 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the June 1944 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! </em> <!--more--> [gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Troubadour1944JuneFinal.pdf"] Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1944 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. 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