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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 May 1951 The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt yon to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission. Concord. New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31. 1949. at the Post Office at Concord. New Hampshire under the Act of March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XXI MAY, 1951 Number 2 I KNEW IT WAS MAY by Grace Wight Buckle I knew it was May — the shadbush burst In a riot of white overnight, and the sun Spread wee, yellow five-fingers, one by one, All over the pastures, gray. It was May by the wild bird's note a-float On the still, soft air of a fair, young morn, And the scent of violets newly born In a garden over the way. It was May by my heart and its pulse a-start, Like waves that glitter the foaming sea — And by happy hopes that awoke in me — I knew, O I knew it was May. New Hampshire Troubadour ENJOYING LIFE THOREAU-LY by Lois Grant Patches Osterville, Massachusetts (Also Acworth, New Hampshire) HENRY THOREAU, the iconoclast of Concord, has a great many enthusiastic disciples over the world, practicing his in- dependence, his social heresies, and his love of nature. I would not call myself an ardent disciple, but I would like to use his most serious person for a little play on words as I say that when vacation time comes I want to enjoy life Thoreau-ly. Why I wait for vacation is hard to explain. All too infrequently can days be ripped away from their fellows like words out of context or verses out of scripture to be used for the soul's good, but when the family can get away into the foothills of New Hampshire for two weeks or a month the earth and its processes become important to me. Sunrise and sunset become noticed. Dawn and sunrise gift- wrap the day and present it to us for living. Sunset gives it equally colorful beauty as it become ours for remembering. It is easy and normal to be on hand for both presentations when one is in the country. After one mountain sunrise, with its tonic value, there is a desire for more of the same thing. The colors affect the attitudes with which the work or play of the day is undertaken. Hunger is likely to be the alarm clock in the mountains. Early bedtime and the sound sleep brought on by physical weariness and the lighter air make early rising a natural thing. With only one eye open the thought of a mug of coffee, with a plate of bacon and eggs, and toast made over the coals of a 4 The May 1951 quick fire, entice with the force of a well of water on the desert. Fire, though perhaps not properly called one of earth's pro- cesses, is a most important element in the enjoyment of out-door or cahin living. A wood fire is a luxury in our thermostatically heated homes. The fireplace, the mantel and the fire are in- cluded lor aesthetic value, while in the camp or cabin fire is a basic necessity. Wood comes to he appreciated for its character. Old sumac can be relied upon for quick heat, the dry pine Spring at the church and town hall at Greenfield. ERIC M. SANFORD for crackling intensity, apple wood for the coals that are nearly smokeless for slow cooking or broiling oak, maple, birch and ash make the evening fire, started with plenty of kindling and burning on until bed-time. In the years of tent camping before we built our vacation lodge our fireplace was a carefully laid pile of rocks. Later we made a semicircular monstrosity which we call our mauso- leum because it has contained the ashes of so many trees. A barbecue was made on the left side, a cupboard for wood and picnic supplies on the right, with the wide center left for our evening fires. At dusk when camp was made ready for the night, the food checked to see that nothing was left to tempt rodents, the beds and their mosquito tents arranged, the fire was started. Lobster fishermen of Seabrook and Hampton at Hampton Harbor, just in from hauling the lobster pots. DOUGLAS ARMSDEN Fire affects persons variously, according to temperaments and the times. It may loosen tongues or it may bring on a medita- tive spirit. It may light up the corners of the memory into which we have tucked incidents of the past so that we see them again, vividly or dimly, for delight or for regret. When one sits in front of an out-door fire, the stars and planets become important. How seldom we notice them even in village life, let alone the town and city. The variability of the sky's lamps and candles is full of wonder and fascination to the watcher. Without a knowledge of astronomy, even, all of us become psalmists at heart when the heavens are our most visible neighbors. With the building of our lodge, fire continued to hold its position of top-rating. On fall vacations temperatures have fallen to a low of eight above zero, and we have found ice in the wash basin in the sink. At such times The Man must get up early to get a fire roaring, and only when we have lis- tened to its crackle for some time and are assured of a warm semi-circle in which to he comfortable do we exercise the privilege of dressing by the fire. On such mornings the electric stove is spurned in favor of getting breakfast at the fireplace. More than breakfasts were cooked there this past September. Garden produce was still available, and we found corn especially delightful cooked in its husks over the coals. One rainy noon we put potatoes into the coals and cooked our corn and steak over them. Cucumbers and tomatoes completed the main course, while blueberries from our late-bearing bushes furnished our dessert. In the autumn walking becomes our favorite recreation. Each year we tramp over our own sixty acres, noting the encroachment New Hampshire Troubadour 7 WINSTON POTE Cherry blossoms and a farm at Lancaster. of the forest, as they are not used for farming. After our own place has been thoroughly visited, we walk neglected roads to come upon abandoned farms. Hearing that a near-by acreage was for sale, we set out to find and explore it. It was a climb worth taking, even though we passed an area from which lumbermen had cut the largest of the trees, the cream of the trunks taken away, leaving the skim milk of upper branches and brush to make for disorder. We found the air downright nourishing. There was a lingering odor of berries and we occasionally picked a last red raspberry from a bush by the roadside. Pine odors were strong, and there were mushroom caps poking through the rotting oak stumps and pine needles. When we reached the top of the hill we were rewarded with a view of a deep valley with Monadnock rising on the horizon. Some one had abandoned a home on the hill-crest and silvery hoards and beams lay helter-skelter tumbled into the foundation, with a jagged broken chimney standing smokeless in the sun. Bouquets and the making of dish gardens look much of my time. For the first time we saw the closed gentians and used 8 The May 1951 them in our vases with the plentiful golden rod. The gentian has a blossom that looks like several blue Christmas bulbs fastened inside their four long and pointed leaves. One bouquet remained fresh and beautiful for ten days. While The Man was getting in the wood supply I took my basket in search of mosses and ferns, berries and ground pine. These oddments for dish gardens provided gifts for neighbors and relatives whom I wished to remember in a small way on our return. There were the numerous varieties of moss, the checkerberries with their waxen leaves and red berries, the partridge berry vines the grey-green fungi growing wherever rotting vegetation would give it food the parasitical growth which resembled tiny red flowers the seedlings of maple and birch in their two-inch beginnings all these would live for weeks in our own home and in the homes of our friends. Just once I came upon two freshly risen purple mushrooms which lasted in a moss garden for ten days, giving an oriental touch to the whole. What a queer load of baggage we carried home on the September trip! The moss gardens were made up and put on the floor of the car's rear seat. There were apples from our neglected orchard. From one tree we picked bushels of small but delicious Roman beauties, remarkably free of worms. Cooked in their skins and strained, they were to give us tasty pink apple sauce for weeks to come. Together The Man and I had cut and prepared several bundles of white birch logs for Christmas presents and donations to our own church lair. Chosen for lovely markings, sawed into measured lengths, washed and tied with red ribbon, they make splendid gifts. With them we tucked in several logs of lilac New Hampshire Troubadour 9 LUCY G. LOEKLE Spring scene at a roadside near Richmond. Mrs. Loekle writes: "As a frequent visitor to New Hampshire I have taken many photographs, especially kodachromes, of its beauty spots and also the home life of your sturdy people who live so contentedly in the rugged folds of the Granite Hills. "Among things that are especially noticeable is the well fed plump- ness of your farm animals — no 'austerity' there! — / have not seen their equal in any of the surround- ing states. It is one of the pleasures of visiting New Hampshire to find this unchanged aspect of once thriving, happy rural life. "In the vicinity of Richmond last spring I made a portrait of 'Two New Hampshire Beauties' on the roadside as I could not resist carrying away uith me this memory, as I think it portrays so well the animals of your state, reflecting as they do also, the character of the owners." 10 wood which we like to use a little at a time in our fires in the Franklin stove. Though our God demands no incense, that is no reason to leave it out of our living, and lilac is the most fragrant wood for burning. The simple chores of carrying water and cutting and stacking firewood, the clearing of the fallen trees from the living, all have significance and delight for vacationers who live in a highly conventional situation the balance of the year. I handled a buck saw for the first time last fall, and now that the aching muscles are a thing of the past, the achievement of cutting through a log remains an exciting memory. The rustic life, as may have guessed by now, does something for me. May it always be my privilege to spend a portion of the year, however small, in the country, enjoying life Thoreau-ly. The May 1951 REFLECTIONS ON A MAY MORNING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE by Helen Claire Wills THE STILLNESS OF THE DAWN, on that first May morning in New Hampshire, was comparable to a baby's breath in slumber when, simultaneously with the rising of the sun, a bluebird's song announced the arrival of the day. With the bluebird's song came the sunrise — a picturesque melody of smoky gray and burnished gold — the gray gradually becoming obliterated by the more lustrous rays from the sun's reflection. Then, in turn, the lake outside my window, caught up the golden glints in its slight undulations brought about by the early morning breeze. The dew-drenched leaves on the trees shimmered like butterfly wings in the sun. No one could possibly resist the magic of such a New Hamp- shire morning — nor, would anyone want to! 1 know I didn't, consequently I found myself wide awake, and dressing hurried- ly, with the sense of expectancy that always accompanies the spring. The dogs came bounding at my call and we took off for a brisk walk along the lakeside. The pine trees on either side of the road are beautiful at all times of the year, but that May morning there was added beauty, it seemed, in the newly opened chartreuse leaves of the maple, and the soft green of the birches and poplars, in contrast to the dark, rich green of the pines and spruces. As I sauntered along my attention was caught by the soft murmer of rushing water — first to my right, and then to my left. 1 looked closely to find miniature waterfalls, partially hidden from sight, busy spilling their newly released waters into the New Hampshire Troubadour lake . . . Even a capricious little trout lept ahoved the water all unaware of the fate that was awaiting it — not too far away — in the shape of a fishing enthusiast! As I continued walking I heard the songs of bluebirds, about- to-depart for the summer chick-a-dees, and song sparrows, joyously mingled together where, a moment before, there had been silence except for the murmering of the water. Looking up I saw some little chick-a-dees in the tree directly above me and one brazen little fellow, as he saw me put my hand in my pocket, flew down and lit on my shoulder! As I withdrew my hand and opened it, palm upwards, disclosing sunflower seeds he flew from shoulder to hand, and took his own good time picking out the biggest and best seed before he flew off again to his perch in the tree. For those unacquainted with the epicurean taste of a chick-a-dee I should probably mention that they are inordinately fond of sunflower seeds and, during the winter, are bribed by year 'round residents into almost complete trustfulness. Although the sun, despite the early hour, was warm the air was invigorating and conducive to rapid striding, so I started off again and it was heart warming to be greeted with a cheerful "good morning" — lor I was a newcomer to New England — by a native also out to enjoy the May morning. We exchanged pleasantries, and then it seemed to me from the way she said, "Come, I've something to show you," there was a special treat in store for me — and, so there was. We walked together down the road to her cottage where, as il on parade, dozens of tulips and daffodils were nodding in uni- son, to the sun, against a background ol pink and white apple blossoms. A May Morning's floral tribute to New Hampshire! 12 The May 1951 BOUCHARD Fishing, for trout and salmon at Pleasant Lake, New London. BOY AND FISH He leaned and felt the line go slack And prickled up and down his back, Waiting to feel the sudden run And see the fish arc to the tun. He could not hreathe nor move at all And yet he felt himself grow tall Enough to handle scale and fin Enough to bring a strong fish in. The pull came sharply and he stood As one who finds a moment good, Bracing and reeling head to toes. Watch sunlight bless him as he goes, Man-tall and surely three years older. His first fish swung across his shoulder! The Hampshire Troubadour — Anobel Armour in the Washington Star 13 FRONT COVER: Lilacs at Governor Benning Wentworth estate, Portsmouth. Color photo by Douglas Armsden. BACK COVER: Fishing the Israel River at Jefferson Notch in the White Mountain National Forest. Photo by Winston Pote. FRONTISPIECE: Apple blossoms at Pittsfield. Photo by Eric M. Sanford. NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Democracy Fights: A History of New Hampshire in World War 11, by Philip N. Guyol, published for the State of New Hampshire by Dartmouth Pub- lications, Hanover, N. H., S3.00. A highly readable account of the military, governmental, eco- nomic, and cultural aspects, illuminated by charts, diagrams, and 32 pages of photographs, with many sidelights on the story given in detailed notes 14 and a most attractive volume of 350 pages as to all production details -- design, paper, presswork, and binding. Dublin Days, Old and New, by Henry D. Allison of Dublin, New Hampshire, Exposition Press, Inc., New York. An in- formal history of a typical N e w England village, embodying au- thentic Americana and inform- ative "ruralia," ancient and modern traditions that give it a universality and timelessness. While the ordinary farmer and villageman of the past two cen- turies gave Dublin and the Monadnock Region their essen- tial spirit and character, the fact that Dublin has had many per- manent and temporary residents of prominence in art, literature, education, and business gives the volume added interest. Keith Jennison's New Hampshire, an arrangement of photo- graphs and pithy comments, has been reprinted. Henry Holt and Co., Inc., New York, $2.95. The May 1951 As reported by the Manchester Union-Leader: The Newbery Award, given each year to the author of the nation's best children's book, has been won by Mrs. William McGreal of Peterborough. Mrs. McGreal, who writes under the name of Elizabeth Yates, is the author of Amos Fortune — Free Man, a story based on the life of a Negro slave who purchased his freedom and then made his home in Jaffrey. Summer visitors in New Hampshire this year will no- tice signs marking scenic road- side areas. Sections of the high- ways have been designated for scenic improvement by the New Hampshire Voluntary Road- side Improvement Committee, which was organized last year to help solve the important are contra, square, and folk problems of keeping attractive what the motorist sees as he travels. The voluntary effort is intended to help bring about general improvement of road sides and adjacent premises. Complaints and suggestions may be sent to the secretary of the committee, care of Supervisor of Highway Marking, Depart- ment of Public Works and Highways, at Concord. A new edition of the New Hampshire Recreational Calendar, giving dates of spring and summer events, opening dates of tourist attractions, and other information, will be sent to anyone wishing it. Just ask the State Planning and Development Commission for a copy. The sixth annual New Hampshire Folk Festival is to be at New Hampshire Hall, University of New Hampshire, Durham, May 25 and 26. 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour071951 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour July 1951 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the July 1951 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour!</em><!--more-->[gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/July1951Final.pdf"] Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1951 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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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 NOVEMBER 1944 Mt. Lafayette from Mountain View House, Whitefield " There's not a leaf that falls upon the ground But holds some joy of silence or of sound. Some sprite begotten of a summer dream." — Laman Blanchard COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR volume xivNovember, 1944number 8 THANKSGIVING1944 by Kenneth Andler Someone has said that not all the darkness in the world can put out the light of one small candle. That's about the way it is with Thanksgiving in this year of 1944. There's a lot of darkness. A woman in my law office the other day sat across the desk from me and with tears in her eyes told me, in a voice held under control only by will power, of the plans she had made for her oldest son, of the sacrifices she had made for her family, of the sort of boys she had raised, and how word had recently come that the oldest boy had been killed in action in the South Pacific. The letter from General MacArthur, the medal for heroism, she had put in a drawer and only within the last few days had she begun to cherish them. Her other boys were now going overseas. "I don't expect to see them ever again," she said. "You get an insight into these things. It never occurred to me I'd lose Buddy. I don't know how he New Hampshire Troubadour3 A. THORNTON OKAY Market Square and Pleasant Street, Portsmouth. Left to right: Portsmouth Savings Bank. First National Bank. New Hampshire National Bunk and Portsmouth Trust and Guarantee Company. Piscataqua Savings Bank. died, they won't tell me. But he's gone. It*s just as though you were sitting in a brightly lighted room and someone snapped out the lights." It's a sombre background for Thanksgiving this year. But the custom itself was kindled in the darkest times and the light from it has never been extinguished. More than half the Pilgrims had died in that first grim winter on these shores when the few survivors gave thanks for their initial harvest. The first President to issue a Thanksgiving Day Proclamation was George Washington. After that the custom was observed unofficially and on varying dates in different localities. In 1863 4The November 1944 , Abraham Lincoln proclaimed the last Thursday of November as Thanksgiving Day and this was uniformly observed by all succeeding Presidents until these last few years, when this custom got shoved around a bit. The official origin of the day — Abraham Lincoln's proclamation — was brought about only after persistent efforts by Sarah J. Hale, one of the most remarkable women of modern times. .As editor of Godey's Lady's Book, she campaigned for seventeen years to nationalize the holiday. This proclamation of Lincoln's (actually written by Secretary Seward) came in the midst of the Civil War, darker days than these, and it found much to be thankful for. It stated also, "No human counsel hath devised, nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God. who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered us in mercy." The famine winter of Plymouth, the bloody days of the Civil War •— here is no background of moonlight and roses. And how about Mrs. Hale? Was she one who'd always been in clover? Hardly. Born and reared in Newport, New Hampshire, the wife of a lawyer in that town, she had been married only nine years when her husband died. She already had four children at that time and two weeks later gave birth to a fifth. She was left poor, which didn't bother her for herself but she was deeply distressed to think that her children would never receive an education. She resolved to give them one. For six years she tried to support her family by sewing, by running a millinery business, but without success. Then this woman, largely self-educated, tried writing, and at the age of forty in 1828, when woman's place was in the home, got a job starting the Ladies' Magazine, the first woman's magazine in America. For more than forty years she was editor of Godey's Lady's Book, she helped organize Vassar College, she was the first to suggest publicplaygrounds,shebeganthefightforadvancementof r« REGINALD R. STEBBINS Keene High School women's wages, raised the money that finished Bunker Hill Monument, wrote the best known children's poem in the English language, "Mary Had a Little Lamb," — and was responsible for Thanksgiving being a national holiday. So, on the whole, it seems that Thanksgiving has much to do with the victorious overcoming of hardships and with thankfulness for whatever we have. The day itself has a special atmosphere, It's distinctively American. The tantalizing aroma from the kitchen of baking turkey, of pies and spices, the excited cries of the children, the November hills touched with the first snow, the chill of approaching winter outdoors and the warmth of the house within, the harvest gathered and under cover, and through it all, despite the darkness of war, or the loneliness and longing for those now absent, a certain warmth about the heart, a thankfulness even if unspoken, which makes this truly Thanksgiving. The November 1944 HEMONTHOFFLAMINGLEAVES by Mrs. Rollo B. Potter October has pushed September back into the sea of memories and from the lofty elms clusters of yellow leaves are falling telegrams from the high places to tell us that Summer is gone. I am writing from the little town of Acworth bringing to you boys and girls in service, as well as to the many summer people who have had to return to their city homes, just little reminders of the beauty of October that might be anywhere in New Hampshire and not in Acworth alone. To the many who, during the summer, climbed the hill back of Our Elms, with your tin berry pails catching the glint of the August sun, and where one almost forgets to pick the clusters of frosty, sapphire-like berries when they see the splendor of the view from this high point — Old Ascutney and the Green Mountains in the west, Monadnock at the south, and the Sunapee and Lempster lesser mountains at the east. You would, on these October days, find the view more extended and more beautiful than ever. The Great Artist's hand guiding the brush of Jack Frost has completed a canvas, reminding one of a huge oriental rug of marvelous colors, covering the landscape. The blending of the flaming soft maples, the golden yellow of the graceful white birches with the dark green of the evergreens, and in the foreground the mass of crimson blueberry bushes, the flaming torches of the sumac, and one may even catch a touch of the orange bittersweet berries just popped open by the frost, their beauty against the old gray stone wall is beyond description. Should you chance to be at the top of the hill at sunset you will see the steeple of our grand old church, all pinky white as the setting sun hits it. This church is 123 years old, the highest church in all New Berlin, fourth largest city in the state. Home of the Brown Company, famous as leaders in the pulp and paper industry. Home also of the Nansen Ski Club, the c America. Top: The city from Cate's Hill, with Presidential Range of Vt hite Mountain Bottom: Alain street, showing corner of Berlin City National Bank at left. Brown Berlin Ski Jump. The steel ski tower is the highest in the world. ^7 >v. 3P i SSSflS5* *T - a4 'i»i jtjii HAROLD ORNE TheUncle Sam House at Mason in the Monadnock Region where the gentleman who symbolizps the United States once lived (See page 14) Hampshire, and its architectural beauty as it stands with only the sky for its background, is worth traveling far to see, especially in the setting of an October day with the green common in front and the brilliant foliage and blue of autumnal sky framing it. On the woodsy back roads one sees the reflection of the foliage and the white birches at "Chatt's Pond," the screaming bluejays and crows, the red squirrels and chipmunks chattering as they busy themselves storing their supply of butternuts for the winter. In one old cellar hole not far from the village these busy and thrifty little fellows had filled boxes, rusty old pails, and cans with nuts. 10 The November 1944 At a brook by the roadside I saw as many as fifty trout, or more, from four to ten inches long, huddled together in a shallow pond. Perhaps they too were holding a conference, even as Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin, making their plans for the days ahead when you boys are coming back to wander along the banks of these brooks once more. Possibly the trout were planning how best to elude the fascinating lures these boys will be casting into the pools — wet or dry flies, so realistic no trout feels quite safe when a Royal Coach, a Gray Hackle, or a Mickey Finn floats temptingly within an inch of his nose. Yes, all this beauty of New Hampshire will be unchanged when you return, which we sincerely hope will be before the falling leaves of another autumn turn cart-wheels on the lawn. THEFIRSTREADER by Harry Hansen IN NEW YORK WORLD-TELEGRAM Robert Frost once wrote a poem about the need of being versed in country things I felt that need in Franconia. He wrote, too, about the leaning birches of New England that bend over like a girl drying her hair. They are still standing there, white reeds against the darker green of the pines, waiting for the boy who shall swing from their topmost branches. This was Robert Frost's land, and is Ernest Poole's, and there I went to take my eyes from the pages of books and let them rest on the hills. Over-reading is like over-eating it harms the body and chokes the mind. For an antidote I sought vistas of white-painted houses that stand far apart, spacious yards that lead right up to the forests, New Hampshire Troubadour11 tall pines that send the smell of balsam right down to the valleys. Who cares to open a book on Cannon Mountain, where the eye roams over 50 miles of tumbling heights? There were books in Farmer Keen's house — George Eliot, Mary Johnston, Dumas, E. W. Hornung, and Dragon Seed and Presidential Agent. I inspected their spines but was not tempted. In my unregenerate days in Megalopolis I had read them all. I was here to tramp through Franconia Notch, climb the rude forest trails of the foaming Pemigewasset and at the end of the day look forward to the superlative cooking of Farmer Keen's wife. Just once I had a narrow escape from being surrounded by books again. My daughter stopped before a yellow-brick building, wholly out of tune with the white wooden houses of Franconia, and suggested that I visit the public library. But it was noon and the librarian had locked up and gone to lunch. We went on to the frugal grocer's, who had on sale picture postcards still showing the Profile House, which burned down in the 1920's. We went to a church sale, too, where linens, cake and preserves were sold to raise money for the astonishing purpose of sending two boys to camp. From Franconia we journeyed to the Weirs, where I encountered an interesting relic — an aged member of the G.A.R., with broad-brimmed hat and blue coat, being led to a meeting of the American Legion. Even if he enlisted in the final months of the Civil War he must have been around 95. I had not seen veterans for years, but in my boyhood saw them parade, nearly every one a postmaster and indubitably a Republican. So I did not read a book on my vacation trip, but stored up a dozen suggestions. Robert Frost's lines about the State that had one specimen of everything will mean more to me henceforth Thoreau's distress at the ravages of industry will be better understood. When I read Hawthorne's tale of the great stone face again. DOUGLAS ARMSDEN Looking across Lake Winnipesaukee from the Libby Museum near Wolfeboro I shall think of the profile as Hawthorne saw it a century ago. Cornelius Weygandt and Ellen Bowles will tell me things I can comprehend better now. And then I will feast my eyes on the pictures of New England doorways and Marblehead that Samuel Chamberlain made for two incomparable books before he went to the wars. Even when I read about democracy in books that have nothing to do with the White Mountains, I shall esteem it the more because I have breathed its air in Franconia. Front Cover: A hunter and his dog temporarily lose interest in everything except the view across Loon Pond to the autumn-clad Gilmanton Hills. Kodachrome by F. R. Wentworth. Back Cover: A New Hampshire farm home near Canaan. Photo by Harold Orne. In reference to the Uncle Sam House at Mason shown on page 10, the following paragraph is quoted from the New England Historical Register, Vol. 8, p. 277: "Samuel Wilson died at Troy, N. Y, July 31,1844, aged 88 years. It was from him that the United States derived the name of Uncle Sam. It was in this way. He was a contractor for supplying the army in the war of 1812 with a large amount of beef and pork. He had long been familiarly known by the name of Uncle Sam, so-called to distinguish him from his brother Edward, who was, by everybody, called Uncle Ned. The brand upon his barrels for the army was, of course, U. S. The transition from the United States to Uncle Sam was so easy, that it was at once made, and the name of the packer of the United States provisions was immediately transferred to the gov- ernment, and became familiar, not only throughout the army but the whole country." Laconia, Oct. 31 —For years it has been the custom of wiseacres the country over to answer innocent queries concerning the whereabouts of a fire when an alarm is sounded with the stock answer to the effect that "the steel bridge is burning." Well, fire actually did break out at the steel bridge over the Winni-pesaukee river this week, and firemen from the Central station were called out on a still alarm. Painters working on the bridge had accidentally ignited with a blowtorch some shavings used to insulate a conduit under the bridge. Hunting game, anyone will tell you, is sometimes like looking for a four-leafed clover. It may be found right in your own backyard. At any rate, Philip Morse, who has had spine-chilling adventures hunting big game in the wilds of Africa in pre-war days, with his well-known dad, Ira H. Morse of Warren, journeyed to Canada recently to hunt moose. No luck came his 14 The November 1944 way.Hedidn't even asmuch as cast his optics on such an animal. Bound for his Massachusetts home after hisunsuccessfultrekinthe Canadian woods, Phil stopped for a brief visit at his father's abode and was there just long enough to learn that only a few hours before his arrival, a huge moose was seen in a nearby field. — Leo E. Cloutier in "Sports Shavings Column" of Manchester Union "In 1803, Jonathan Buxton was appointedbellringer.Hisduties consisted in ringing the bell on Sundays for divine service and in tolling it at funerals. His compensation was ten dollars a year. The town also voted unanimously to pay a bounty of twelve and one-half cents for all crows killed in town. The dead crows came in so fast that after a year's experience, under the suspicion that some of the birds presented for bounty were not killed in town, the vote was rescinded and the town saved from threatened bankruptcy." — "History of Milford," by George A. Ramsdell ■ REMEMBERTHESE Remember these when days are melancholy And war puts lines of grief on every face When persons push, and skies seem far away Or buildings cramp the stretch of width and space: Cool misty morns in hidden valleys deep: Shifting of dusty blue to darker night Bright silver streams cascading among trees Short sepia streaks of hurried birds in flight Flashes of lightning through the tops of pines Loose tent doors flapping wildly in the gale Pure peaks of mountains stretching high through clouds White flowers that smile along the muddy trail. — Tomi Little Poem for fall The stock is in from pasture, the barn is full of hay, the youngest flock of pullets has just begun to lay, the crops have all been gathered to heap the cellar bins there’ll only be the chores to do when wintertime begins. But I’m not looking forward to all the season brings: the table on Thanksgiving, the Christmas caroling These days that meant reunion Will come again this year Too brimming full of longing for those who are not here. But we will set the table as we have done before, and hang the wreaths of Christmas on every waiting door Hoping that the time will bring us the end of war and then the lads, whose safe returning will make us gay again. by Frederick W. Branch 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 COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XIV January, 1945number 10 BUILDINGA COLONIALMEETINGHOUSE On August 26, 1771, a town meeting at Amherst voted that "the building committee provide drink for raising the frame of the meeting house not exceeding eight barrels for such as shall do the labor of raising and for all spectators," and "one barrel of brown sugar for use of laborers and spectators to be distributed according to the discretion of said committee." Amherst was generous in its entertainment since two barrels of rum was the average supply that was purchased in most of the towns. A raising was a gala event. The Herculean task demanded all the muscular strength of the countryside. The fathers believed that their energy must be stimulated with plenty of New England rum. Certainly every man must exert his utmost power if accidents were to be avoided. The probable average weight of the entire frame was 65 pounds per cubic foot. A single truss for the roof weighed nearly 10,000 pounds. The carpenter in charge of the work was supposed to risk his life by riding up on the gallery girth New Hampshire Troubadour3 to supervise the pinning of the joints at the four corners as the several frames were raised. No wonder that housewives filled their brick ovens with beans and corn bread, pies and pound cake, for a noonday feast was a necessary part of the festivities. The building was dedicated January 19, 1774, three years and fifteen days from the beginning of the structure. On March 4, 1884, the town voted against purchasing a bell, also not to allow singers seats "that Psalmody may be carried on with greater regulation." Experience changed the mind of the citizens evidently because four years later a vote passed that "the seats in the front gallery be granted for the use of a number of persons skilled in singing." Again in 1796 the consent of the parish was sought that the bass viol might be used in the meeting house on Sundays "to assist the singers at the time of public worship." Again the approval of the voters was not obtained. In 1818 a meeting of citizens refused to pass a vote for the purchase of stoves. Not daunted, the advocates for warmth circulated a subscription paper which provided funds to install stoves six years later, no objections being offered by the voters to this financial arrangement. The following story, which is copied as it was told in Dunbarton, illustrates the opposition of many people to the introduction of stoves which were considered a dangerous invention: "Time was when the people thought they must be more modern and have some heat in the church. A few fought it and said if the Grace of God was not enough to keep them warm, they had better stay at home. Two old maids fought bitterly, but the majority won, and the stove was ordered from Boston, and was set up, but the pipe was too short, and so they did not 'fire up' the first Sunday, but put it up temporarily, so they could see how it was going to look. The 'two unconfisticated blessings' came with their fans and sat through the service fanning all the time. 'Holy Poker,' but they were mad when they found there was no fire!" [As told.] 4The January 1945 ?**. 'J.- «fc«*. l *-4 t «-■ RICHARD QRAEF The Wayland P. Tolman farm. Nelson Another tale from a later period in Hillsborough is amusing: "The only method of heating the meeting house in the early days was the foot stove. "Some time after the new church was built a furnace was installed which met the disfavor of some, particularly in the case of one old lady, Mary Ann by name. "The first time she came down the aisle, she stopped when she came to the register in the middle of the aisle, lifted her skirts ankle high, jumped across, thence passing down to her seat in the front New Hampshire Troubadour row as though nothing unusual had happened. The good old lady was not taking any chances in keeping warm by such 'new-fangle cast iron contraption as that,' she said. "On seating herself she proceeded to light her little foot stove, paying no attention to the titter from the boys and some of the grown-ups in the gallery." In the following year, 1819, the Toleration Act passed the General Court which separated church and state. Within a few years many towns were thankful to release their property to a church organization. Accordingly, Amherst voted to sell its meeting house at auction in 1833 though not without reservations. The First Congregational Church and Society were the purchasers after agreeing to allow the town to use the building for all town meetings as long a time as it might wish the bell, clock, belfry, and tower to remain the property of the town with the right of the Society to pass through the tower doors, ring the bell for funerals and public worship and on other occasions, with a clear statement, "without expense to the town." Owners of pews were to have the right to them and owners of stoves and organ to be allowed to remove their property. The purchasers agreed to keep the house in repair or it should revert to the town. Certainly the voters of Amherst still cherished their meeting house. During the following decades the town maintained these reservations but at length all claims, with the exception of the town clock, were deeded to the Congregational Society. Such is a typical history of a meeting house. The thirty and more now standing could duplicate, in general conditions, the same problems and experiences. With self-sacrifice to finance them and with pride in their ownership, the forefathers established standards of religion and of government in these buildings that have been the foundation of the civilization of all New England. — from Colonial Meeting Houses of New Hampshire by Eva A. Speare The January 1945 UNH NEWSPHOTO President Ernest M. Hopkins of Dartmouth College congratulates the newly inaugurated tenth president of the University of New Hampshire, Dr. Harold W. Stoke, at ceremonies held in Durham on December 17th. Appropriately the address of greeting in behalf of the Granite State sister colleges was delivered by President Hopkins before a large audience of high-ranking state officials, representatives from the educational world, including 15 college presidents, alumni, and students. 41-year-old President Stoke, former acting dean of the graduate school at the University of Wisconsin, chose for the subject of his inaugural address, "Education For An Age Of Power" New Hampshire Troubadour PORTSMOUTH The Seaport of New Hampshire. On the Piscataqua River. First named Strawberry Bank. Explored 1603. Settled 1623Incorporated as a city 1849.Top row, left to right:1. The Old North Church, Market Square. 2. The Rundlett-May House, built 1806. 3. View from hospital looking across South Pond. Junior High School at left. Bottom row, left to right: St. John's Church, built 1807. This parish owns one of the four American copies of the famous "Vinegar Bible.” 2. Waterfront on Piscataqua River. 3. Prescott Park. 4. Market Square and Congress Street, the Portsmouth Athenaeum (1803) in the foreground. All photos by A.Thornton Gray. NOVEMBERINTHEWHITEMOUNTAINS by Virginia Sebastian And now it is November and purple shadows fall behind the hills. The quiet murmur of the little wind bespeaks with warning of the storm and fury soon to come and all the world in stillness waits. And the mountains rise up in solid dignity crowned with snow on their black heights. I remember the winding road from the town and how you caught your breath at that first sight of Mount Washington around that curve in the road . . . and no matter how many times you saw the sweep of view it always seemed to be the first because somehow Washington never looks the same. But now in November that special purple haze settles down upon it, when dusk approaches, that somehow seems to isolate the mountain and set it apart from all else. One morning you would awaken to find the Carriage Road covered with snow and suddenly its aloneness seemed to be gone and it was as though it were just there out beyond the barn in the field north of Overlook, although in reality it is ten miles up the Pinkham Notch road. But I remember two months back in September when we did climb Washington. Somehow all the struggle and effort to reach the top is forgotten in the elation of gaining the summit. I remember starting off early in the morning and driving up to Joe Dodge's AMC Huts in Pinkham Notch and when we arrived there the mountain was hidden in a cloud although the sun was shining all around. We walked through the woods and into the forest up past Crystal Cascades and on to the Raymond Path. Here there was no sound but the crackling of the leaves underneath our feet and the occasional sound of a small strange bird and the faint whisper of the pines above our heads. And then at last we broke out through 10The January 1945 the woods and the great jagged streaked look of Huntington Ravine rose above us and we were ready for the climb over rocks so smooth and steep you had to hang on to the color in them! Three quarters of the way up we stopped for lunch and chose a little ledge on which to eat. It seemed as though you could leap off into the air and land on a mountain across the valley — all the southern mountains stretched before us — Wildcat, Middle, Tin, Thorn, and others filling in between. And up above the little white clouds scuttled over the edge of the rocks at the lip of the headwall of Huntington Ravine. On we must go and up finally to scale the last chimney and there we were in the deep thick carpet of above-treeline growth and we walked through carpets of tufted velvet in the backyard of the summit. Suddenly the tiredness left our limbs and we floated on up the last part of Jacob's Ladder hopping across the ties to the top — the cloud which hung over the mountain all morning was gone now and we looked down over all the world. Some of us merely stood in the wind and watched the view — it was more of a watching than a looking because there was so much below that it seemed you could never quite fill your eyes with enough of it. And then it was all over and down we must go — down over the big sharp rocks to the Headwall of Tuckerman's Ravine where the waterfall roared under the rocks. Down we went through the path of the cold little brook, hopping from stone to stone and never slowing down for fear of falling. And so across the floor of the ravine and when we reached Hermit Lake we stood a moment to look up there to the fine straight reach of cliff and a sudden respect was born in us for this great mountain which stood so immobile through all the seasons and the storms and we somehow drew strength from its greatness. Down now into the forest again — and soon we began to run over the trail with little stones flying out from our feet and late afternoon descended into the woods and the thrush sang its evening song, and its song was echoed in our hearts. New Hampshire Troubadour11 MOTHERLIQUOR There is a place in our fair land apart Where safe from Daiquiri or reeky rye Man taxes all his chemistry and art To brew the drink for which some children cry Which elders toiling up New England trails Pause to withdraw in bottles from their packs Which country stores display with ice in pails — As native as spruce gum or lumberjacks. It's beer, birch beer, Without a peer The finest friend At journey's end. Come, take a swig And taste the twig, And praise research That gave us birch. New Hampshire is the state. I name her first, Perhaps because I went there long ago And climbed the Sandwich Range and raised a thirst, And drank a bottle I had bought below. Thus Marco Polo sampling China tea, Or one who gave the world the coffee craze And died unsung — some Turk or Arab, he — And thus myself. I drank, and now I praise. No rye or Scotch Comes near the Notch No gin or rum While there be some To love, to cheer, The best birch beer (The white, the brown) And drink it down. 1 2The January 1945 WILLIAM C. DRAKE Start of a day's skiing at Jackson in the Eastern Slope Region New England speaks of "tonic," meaning "pop" — Like sarsaparilla, known to every child But that's a root, and it will never top White Mountain birch, all sunny and all wild. Back in a hundred villages remote From traffic and superior cuisine, I know a finer minor antidote To all the ills of man and his machine. Drink all you want In green Vermont, The State of Maine, Then drink again The clear, the crude, New Hampshire-brewed, And sing in church: God save the birch! — David McCord Reprinted by permission from "And What's More," by David McCord, Coward-McCann, Inc., New York City New HampshireTroubadour1 3 Front Cover from Kodachrome by Guy L. Shorey. Back Cover, Mts. Adams, Jefferson, and Washington of the Presidential Range, White Mountains, from Jefferson Highlands. Photo by Winston Pote. ^ywr The annual winter Recreational Calendar is now being distributed, and we shall be glad to send you a copy. It lists ski lifts, ski schools, winter events, and hotels and ski lodges with rates. ^yfJT State House circles are getting a chuckle out of one advertisement appearing in the 1945 edition of the Brown Book, official social register of the incoming state legislature. A local firm of funeral directors is listed with other Concord business firms in greeting the new lawmakers. Their ad states: "Welcome to the members of the New Hampshire Legislature. We arc glad you're here. Please call upon us for any service we can render you." — Concord Monitor. Pueblo, Colorado. - Justice of the Peace S. A. Bates, who offered to perform free marriage ceremonies for couples from Vermont and New Hampshire to round out his record of weddings for couples from all 48 states, performed a free ceremony here for Corporal Donald S. Cochrane and Miss Barbara E. Smart, who comes from Dover, N. H. He has one state to go. — New York Herald Tribune. ^jor NEWHAMPSHIREHILLS Where ray mind's eye will wander far Away from jungles, coral isles, To sunny fields where corn shocks stand A marking of a better land. Where other customs, other styles Cling to these war-warped memories. I look across a moonlit sea With other thoughts possessing me, Trout streams, woods where fallen snow Revealswhichwaythe"white-tails" go — But clearest yet of all these things Beyond the foamy coral frills, I see them day and night the same, ThosebeautifulNewHampshire Hills. - Lester H. Hancock, USNR 14 The January 1945 "Pep, Pills, and Politics" is a new book by Dr. Arthur W. Hopkins of West Swanzey, New Hampshire. Dr. Hopkins is a graduate of Dartmouth and has been a practicing physician in West Swanzey for many years. The book is an account of his experiences as a country practitioner. In a review of the book in the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine by Prof. L. B. Richardson this comment is made: "His career, modest as it is, has been one of high utility and great interest. That interest is well reflected in this story of his life." (Vermont Printing Company. $2.50.) On December 13, 1944, Dartmouth College reached its 175th birthday, but in place of the formal ceremonies which would attend the occasion in peacetime, the college simply had another busy day of Navy and civilian wartime service. Present civilian enrollment of 240 barely matches that of a century ago, but the trustees have declined to curtail the regular liberal arts curriculum no matter how great the wartime shrinkage. This has been Dartmouth's way of keeping faith with its educational tradition and with its self-chosen mission. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORDPRESS CONCORDNH Fifty-five New Hampshire clergymen representing nine different religions are serving as chaplains in the armed forces. The first bomb loosed from a B-29 Bomber flown by Capt. Clayton F. Gray on a combat mission over Japan was marked "Cindy to Tojo, in honor of his infant daughter, Lucinda. Mrs. Gray is a native of Keene, New Hampshire, and Capt. Gray is a recent Dartmouth graduate. On the summit of Mt.Washington, looking down the Tuckerman Headwall, Boott Spur in background WINSTON POTE THETIMEWILLCOME By Pauline Soroka Chadwell e wi'l come — He will return to be b.ved hills, where seasons come and go tides of beauty's changing sea — j of brilliant autumn fire, deep snow anced drifts, bright song of early spring Ing brooks, sweet smell of scented hay In.renched fields, clean barns, stone walls to bring iost peace to heart and mind, some day. nt, his head is heavy with the jungle heat, .heart is sated with the tropic sun and rain /t something in his aching body fights defeat, ..remembering the hills and skies of home again — And in the sodden night, he dreams of mountain air. 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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 THENEWHAMPSHIRETROUBADOUR February 1945 WINSTON POTE Looking up the Ammonoosuc River to the Southern peaks of the Presidential Range of the White Mountains from Fabyan. Mt. Pleasant in center The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE,EDITOR volume xivFebruary, 7 9-45number i i PIGSYFRIENDS By Hayden S. Pearson Reprinted by permission of the Christian Science Monitor Grandfather used to say, "People are as wrong about pigs as they are about skunks." One wonders how so many people can think mistakenly about pigs! Pigs are very clean by nature. The fact that so many farmers confine them in small pens and in an unattractive environment is no fault of this good friend of man. A generation ago, on a typical New Hampshire farm, a number of pigs were raised each season. The mother pig was kept in a roomy pen on the barn floor. Her home was always deeply bedded with crisp oat straw. She received the best of food. In the spring when six or eight or ten pink, tiny babies came along, her family was the center of much attention. It is thirty years gone, but certain individual pigs are still fresh New Hampshire Troubadour3 WINSTON POTE .4 White Mountain farm at Shelburne on the U. S. No. 2 Presidential Highway in memory. There was. for example, Pegasus. He was my middle sister's "horse" for one happy summer. One cannot recall the exact circumstances as to why this particular pig was adopted as a steed. The fact is that he liked to be ridden, or at least had no special antipathy. Knowing Sister, it is fair to surmise that she taught him to be her steed. Perched on his comfortably rounded back, she simply leaned forward and pressed her hand against the side of his head if she wished to go to the right or left. What the gear shift was for "reverse" has slipped from memory. The February 1945 The pigs were kept in a big pen in the orchard behind the barn. One day Father went to feed them. "Come piggy, pig, pig!" he called. Sister was on Pegasus' back in the middle of the front lawn. He started with a flash of speed. His rider was deposited on the lawn with a thump! It always reminds me of that line from "The Wonderful One Hoss Shay": "And the parson was seated upon a rock At half past nine by the meeting house clock!" A second porky friend was Arachne. (Lest there be comments on names, it should be said that Father was a minister as well as farmer, and the family was brought up in the classical tradition which included solid mythology.) The original maiden who was willing to weave in competition with Athene had no more confidence than the New Hampshire piggy. At a very early age, she began to climb under, over, or through the pen. She simply refused to be deterred by any obstacle — an admirable quality when guided in the right direction. There was one season when the cry, "A pig's out!" meant just one thing. It meant that Arachne had decided to take a trip around the farm. John, the hired man who was really a member of the family, used to say: "She climbs up one of the apple trees, crawls out on a limb, and then drops to the ground outside the fence. She's the smartest pig we've ever had." One always thought that this particular pig enjoyed the chases which ensued! As long as there was a chance to dodge and run, she enjoyed it. When she was fairly cornered, she accepted it in good part, and went docilely through the gate into the pen. We must not neglect to mention the pig called Pet. She was small, dainty, and insisted on attention. Her chief joy was to wriggle out of her pen, and come right into the summer kitchen. New Hampshire Troubadour5 WINSTON POTE The Presidential Range of the White Mountains from the Daniel Webster Highway between Franconia Notch and Twin Mountain She learned to push against the door and open it. Then she would come pattering across the floor and stand looking at Mother, almost asking for food. Mother had the patience of ten, but she implied if her children must make pets of the pigs, there were 120 acres of perfectly good land outside her kitchen. The history of this distinctive farm animal goes back many long centuries into the dim beginnings of agriculture. It is probable that very soon after the nomadic tribes learned that they could raise grain and thus have permanent homes, the pig became man's friend. Some historians say that the horse, cow, dog, and pig became domesticated almost as soon as men learned to farm. 6The February 1945 We know that in the pioneer days of this country, towns laid out commons where cows and pigs were allowed to roam. In the South today, the farmer's pigs are frequently allowed to roam in the woods. Pigs are especially fond of the beechnuts and acorns, and in the early days of the Middle West, as well as in the East and the South, mast was commonly counted upon for food. On a New Hampshire farm thirty years ago, the food for the pigs was cooked in a huge iron kettle in a brick arch in the fall. One corner of the tool shed was the pigs' kitchen. There's still the memory of the cheerful fire on a snappy, late-autumn evening. In the kettle was a savory conglomeration of boiling bran, corn meal, and small potatoes. Then we mixed it with a generous supply of skimmed milk, and carried the pails of food to the huge trough in the pen. How they squealed for their supper! Not very mannerly perhaps, but their grunts revealed satisfaction — and we youngsters, I am sure, thought they might even express gratitude. DANVILLETOWNFOREST This town has one of the most unique town forest records of any in the State. For one hundred and fifty-eight consecutive years or since 1790 this town has appointed a parsonage committee which have had as part of their duty the management of 75 acres of forest land, — one a 55-acre piece and the other a 20-acre piece. This committee cut and used the lumber for the building and maintenance of the first meeting house and parsonage. During these years the receipts from the sale of wood have been deposited in banks until the fund has now reached almost $10,000. Every year at the March town meeting there is a warrant usually as follows: "To see how much of the Parsonage Fund the town will vote to spend for preaching for the year ensuing." Thus the town of Danville New Hampshire Troubadour Nashua Originally granted in 1673 as Dunstable. In 1746 the New Hampshire… part of Dunstable was … incorporated. Name changed to Nashua in 1836. Top Row: 1. Nashua Manufacturing Company. 2. Greeley Park. 3. Public Library and First Congregational Church. (Photos by B. P. Atkinson) Middle Row: 1. High School. 2. Main street looking south. (photos by F. R. Wentworth) 3. Old Junior High School 4. Country Club (Photos by A. C. Marchand) *W2^ x- -, '• WINSTONPOTE A summer cottage in winter garb at Randolph. Portion of Mt. Madison in background hires its own preacher and decides how much money they will pay him. Much interest centers about the first settled minister of this parish. At a meeting held August 29, 1763 it was voted to extend a call to Rev. John Page of New Salem to become the minister of the parish, giving him six acres of land and sixteen hundred pounds old tenor towards building his house, also eight hundred pounds old tenor in bills of credit for his settlement. As salary he was to receive forty-five pounds sterling annually together with the use of the parish land and various other privileges. To this was added annually twenty-five cords of wood cut and corded at his house. His letter of acceptance appears under the date of September 24, 10 The February 1945 1763, and it was decided that his ordination be held December 25, 1763. From that time to the present, different preachers have carried on this work of the Gospel and have been paid in part from the sale of wood cut from the town forest. The two tracts were probably set aside at the time the town received its charter and as was the custom in many towns, were called the Ministers lot. A careful study of the old parsonage committee records shows receipts from the sale of wood and timber up to about 1830. Many hundred dollars' worth of timber is recorded as sold and used for repair of the meeting house, the Parsonage and the fences about the two cemeteries. From 1830 until 1880 the receipts came from rentals of pasture, the sale of rye and hay, making over $1,000 from this use. In 1865 another growth of timber had matured and $1,500 worth was sold at that time. In 1895 the records show that $4,500 was received at auction for sale of timber on the fifty-five acre piece and the money deposited in the bank. In 1903 about $1,200 was received from the sale of wood and timber on the twenty acre piece. With almost $10,000 in the bank as a result of this careful management, can anyone doubt the wisdom of these parsonage committees in holding on to their two tracts of forest land? Other towns in the state have set aside a Minister's lot or a School lot, but later on sold their lands for small sums or traded them away. PRIMITIVESKIS If you see an elderly gentleman standing at the foot of a snowy slope streaked with skiers, ten to one he is thinking of barrel staves. In his boyhood, skis were practically unknown in this part of the world. Every boy had a sled, a low wooden affair on round iron runners, while every girl had a higher sled on flat runners, and the more opulent boys had "double runners," or bob sleds, which New Hampshire Troubadour11 could carry at least half a dozen passengers and thundered down long hills like express trains, generally using the highways. Not many boys, certainly in the rural regions, had toboggans, and though snowshoes had been known since Indian times, they were little seen south of the mountains. Of skis there were none. But almost every boy possessed a pair of home-made contraptions which were skis and snowshoes combined. They were fashioned out of barrel staves, which in those days were easy to come by. You cleated two staves together, side by side, and tacked a leather thong just ahead of the center to fit over the toe. Four barrel staves thus made you a pair of rough snowshoes (pretty heavy, though, because they picked up a lot of snow), and because the staves were concave also made you a broad, stubby kind of ski. The turn-up was not sufficient to negotiate fresh snow the points soon buried and you took a header. But on a packed slope, you could get up a surprising degree of speed and if you had sufficient skill and luck could reach the bottom upright. It took skill not only to counteract the tendency of the curved staves to rock, but also to control their tendency to spin. Your weight rested on a pivot directly under your foot, and things could happen to you on a steep hill that the modern skier knows nothing about. Luckily harnesses were unknown and your foot came out of the toe strap easily. You were never brought home on a stretcher. The gentleman at the foot of the hill is wondering if it wasn't just as much fun to slide on barrel staves which cost nothing as on laminated, steel-edged skis which with harnesses and boots and poles cost a small fortune. Alas, dear sir, the answer is, No. All he remembers is the pasture behind the barn. The skiers of today will sometime remember the Nose Dive, Suicide Six, the Thunderbolt, the stinging rush of wind, the great white mountains, as a caged bird might remember the joys of flight. Besides, he can talk all the rest of his life about the proper wax to use — and probably will. — Boston Herald 12The February 1945 WINSTON POTB The following entry appears in the daybook of John Whittemore, owner of a general store in Fitzwilliam: February 27, 1824: 3/4 yds. Black Silk .67 1/2 yd. muslin .50 1 1/4 yds. Crape .84 1/2 yd. pasteboard .06 1/2 yd. millinet .10 1 B. Silk Hankf. .42 1 1/2 wound wire 3 1 crape Gown Pattern 7.00 1 1/2yds. Ribband .18 1 Black Merino Shawl 2.75 1 skien silk .06 Deld widow Lydia Townsend And Charge Estate Nathan Townsend Sent in by Mrs. Edith VV. West New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Skiing at Gilford. Original Kodachrome and 4-color process plates courtesy of Rumford Press. Back Cover: Photograph by William Gooden. The Ford Kent Sayre Memorial Fund has made it possible to give free ski instructions to the first six grades of the Hanover schools, and similar arrangements are being worked out for the Etna, New Hampshire, and Norwich, Vermont, schools. New Hampshire led the country in the Sixth War Loan Drive with 221% of its total quota and 283% of its corporate investment quota. New Hampshire's last Civil War Veteran recently passed away. He would have been 99 years old on January 30, 1945. He was twice State Commander of the G.A.R. Planning a week-end skiing or vacation trip? If so, write us for the annual Winter Recreational Calendar, and for any desired information and suggestions. New Hampshire is to be represented at the Sportsmen's Shows with an exhibit of game birds, animals, and fish. The dates are February 3 to 11 at Mechanics Building, Boston and February 18 to 25 at Madison Square Garden, New York. An information service on hunting and fishing will be provided by the State Fish and Game Department and on winter sports, summer vacations, summer home properties, and the like by the State Planning and Development Commission. It has been announced that all nine of the major New Hampshire agricultural fairs will take place this year if wartime conditions permit. The fair schedule: Canaan, August 28-30 Pittsfield, August 28-September 1 Lancaster, September 1-3 Hopkinton, September 3-5 Cheshire (Keene), September 6-8 Plymouth, September 11—14 Rochester, September 17— 22 Deerfield, September 27-29 Sandwich, October 12. Durham — (AP) — Sixty of the 1,164 students registering this week at the University of New Hampshireareveterans of the present 14 The February 1945 war, Everett B. Sackett, registrar, announced today. The former servicemen make up about one-fifth of the male student body, Sackett added. A record-breaking total of 850 women students have enrolled this year as compared with 729 last year. The Council on Postwar PlanningandRehabilitationhasre- cently issued a report which is believed to contain the first statewide, all-inclusive, Postwar plan that has been prepared by any state. Copy free on request to this office. Fifty-five New Hampshire clergymen representing nine different religions are serving as chaplains in the armed forces. To New Hampshire Men and Women in the Armed Services: In accordance with the bill passed by the 1943 Legislature approximately 16,000 copies of each issue of the Troubadour are being mailed to you. Inevitably some copies are returned because addresses have changed and we have not received notice in time. In some instances, where we have no record of the source from which the name came to us originally, this results in dropping of names from our lists. In case your address is to be changed, your Commanding Officer will supply a post card form upon which you can readily indicate your new address or perhaps it might be more convenient to ask the home folks to notify us. The Troubadour is sent to you by all the citizens of New Hampshire through an act of their official representatives, the Legislature. Every one of you is entitled to receive it if you care for it, and that is why we ask your cooperation in keeping our address file up to date. If you know of any New Hampshire boy or girl who is not on the lists and should be, please be sure to tell them to send us a card. Just address the Troubadour, State Office Building, Concord, New Hampshire. Donald Tuttle, Editor New Hampshire Troubadour 15 RUMFORDPRESS CONCORD.NH We shall walk in velvet shoes Wherever we go Silence will fall like dews On white silence below. We shall walk in the snow. Elinor HOYT WYLIE in Velvet Shoes 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 troubadour021945 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour February 1945 Description An account of the resource Enjoy the February 1945 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! 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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 •a/ The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR March 1945 The summit of Mt. Washington looking over the north headwall from Mt. Clay. Near the top are the Gulf Water tanks of the famous Cog Railway and the frost-covered summit buildings and the radio tower. "Ml. Washington [6w88 ft.) is the highest peak east of the Mississippi and north of the Carolinas. It was seen from the ocean as early as 1605 and was first ascended in 1642 by Darby Field accompanied by two Indians." A.M.C. White Mountain Guide The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR volume xivMarch,1 945NUMBER 1 2 THEMONTHOFMARCH by Kenneth Andler An ancient native of our New Hampshire village used to make the remark, "I've always noticed that if I lived through the month of March I lived through the rest of the year." This observation, accurate but specious, can best be appreciated by those who live in New Hampshire the year round. Particularly middle and northern New Hampshire. I understand that southern New Hampshire escapes some of this month. There's no use dissembling about this matter. Visitors find out about it sooner or later. Perhaps March is the penance we have to endure for enjoying our other eleven months so much. Our real Spring is a never-failing miracle of beauty and a blood transfusion to the soul our Summer is one long sylvan dream our Fall an enchanted voyage on a rising tide of color even our Winter, arctic as it is, is enjoyable, particularly to those who ski and skate, and to those who prefer a "song by the fire," when "the great white cold walks abroad." New Hampshire Troubadour3 But March! It drags. It raises eager hopes of warm and sunny weather and then dashes them to the ground with frigid, stormy days. It clears the roads and sidewalks to give one a glimpse of the long missing terra firma and then covers them with slush which it freezes into iron knobs and pitfalls of arrowheaded ice. It sends its own particular wind to search you out and put its icy fingers on your heart. It turns some roads to lanes of rutted mud. In short, it tries the soul. In fact, it tries the soul so much that I have often thought if town meetings were held in some other month they wouldn't be nearly so acrimonious. Everyone is likely to be out of patience with himself and with everyone else and ready to let off steam at town meeting. It makes us feel better temporarily but we still have about two weeks of March left ahead of us. Yet somehow one must have these Marches in his background to qualify for a full-fledged resident of New Hampshire. One would certainly be no Granite Stater who had run away from many Marches. They have to be in a native's background just as stones have to be in a pasture. People who run away from our Winters to warm and sunny climes (and how we envy them from time to time), become from a strictly New Hampshire viewpoint, neutralized, diluted and watered down into something one can scarcely recognize as brother citizens, pale images of their former selves. You see they've dropped out the month of March from their souls. They've gone "agin" nature as we know it. It's like leaving salt out of the oatmeal. Certainly April, May and June must fail to bring the delirious joy of living to those who never suffered through March. Perhaps I make it too strong. There's sugaring in March (although they say there's more sugar made in April) and that's one point in its favor. The steaming vats, the sweetish taste of sap, the delicious flavor of new syrup — these things are all to the good. But to me they are just a sign of the real Spring which we all 4The March 1945 After a morning of skiing an outdoor lunch of toasted sandwiches and coffee in the warm sun is something long remembered long for, and the maple trees seem to be drooling in anticipation of it. Yes, March is a necessary and proper ingredient of New Hampshire. A Devil's Advocate, perhaps, but essential. From the olden days when it was thought to be well-nigh fatal to get a haircut in that month and when the story was told of six weeks' sledding in March, to these later years, it hasn't changed much. It's just an alder swamp to cross before you can reach the serene and invigorating uplands there ahead of you. New Hampshire Troubadour5 BACKHOME Even now, more than 300 years after the Pilgrims, there is a feeling that New England is "back home." Its white churches and its Louisburg Square in a scurry of snow move some nostalgic spirit even in the Westerner or Southerner who has never seen them, and Christmas carols on Beacon Hill are as they are in no other corner of America. For these are days when the minds of men go to national beginnings as well as personal living and dying, and that dark coast and snowy hinterland to the northeast facing the Atlantic waste, and what is on the other side, just as they did when kings were oppressors and Hitler was not heard of. Kenneth Roberts wrote of old Portsmouth, and its great and beautiful houses still stand. Burlington looks down upon the lake on which Rogers and his rangers skated on their deadly raids. At Bennington towers the battle monument which signifies our immemorial freedom. So in Charlestown soars the granite shaft that commemorates the Battle of Bunker Hill, where today, with freedom nearer fully grown, men in red coats could march again at need, and be welcome there. Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut, mountain range and rocky or sandy beach, they are all "back home" to men at war whether they hail from New Orleans or Puget Sound, or happen to have been born somewhere in the long cold sweep of New England itself between Colebrook and the Canadian border. The Androscoggin, the Penobscot and the Kennebec swirl beneath their northern ice, names less known than Plymouth, Boston and New Bedford, but fitting into the outline of our national story. Tonight the remote reaches of Moose-head will lie under their cover of white, and somewhere across the sounding sea there are men who remember Greenville's general store and Lilly Bay and the streets of Bangor, Maine, and the crash of the waters in the thunder hole on the rocky coast at Bar Harbor. 6The March 1945 And in Belgium there is a colonel of a famous name who comes from the gentler Narragansett country in Rhode Island and knows the homes of Peacedale and Wickford and the ancient amenities of South County, where yellow corn meal still goes into jonnycake made according to the recipe of Phyllis, grandfather's never-to-be-forgotten cook. These are the things of New England, as varied as a patchwork quilt and as unified in tradition and in purpose. Among them the little farms breed their cattle and raise their products and the industrial cities grind out their war machines and their millions of yards of textiles, some of which must be dyed in the blood of men from many States. There the foundations were laid where men vote as they please and fight when freedom is assailed. There are many churches there of many designs, but the old white church is the symbol that represents them all. The qualities indigenous to New England are those of everywhere that men have always wanted built into their homes. And so when the men in the fighting line say it they may mean Pasadena or they may mean Nashville but they also mean New England when they say "back home."—New York Times The Common at Fitzwilliam ORNE < j. ex it i" Dover The first permanent settlement in New Hampshire was at Dover point in 1623, incorporated as a city in 1855. Originally named “Hilton’s Point” after one of the early settlers, the name was later changed to “Northham” and finally to Dover after the English town. Top row left to right: Public Library and Civil War Memorial. Central Avenue from Lower Square. Woodman Institute. Center: High School. Post Office. Bottom row: Henry Law Park. Lower Square. City Hall. All photographs by A. Thornton Gray A wonderland of frost and snow on the summit of Cannon Mountain, Franconia Notch WINTERINWESTMORELAND by Mrs. Forest F. Hall To many of you Winter brings memories of a beloved small town, much like Westmoreland. Many of you have spent your childhood, or some part of your life in such a town. Perhaps you have come to some small town, and made a home, and spent the Summer months enjoying the beautiful country we are so proud of. It is 10The March 1945 just as beautiful in Winter, and just as thrilling to look at, and live in, as it is during the months you know it. In Westmoreland the Connecticut River flows broad and snow-covered between us and Vermont. It makes a smooth white pattern as it winds the length of the town. The meadows are marked with the tops of the fences, showing above the snow. On the hills are the bare-limbed hard wood trees and the dark green evergreens. When a full moon comes up over the hills, early in the evening, while the sky is still blue, it is an inspiring sight. Through all run a network of roads, the main routes often black ribbons because the snow has been scraped off by large snow plows, or melted by salt. The hill roads are narrow avenues of white, often just the width of a car, with the snow banked high on each side. The trees are all beautiful after a storm, feathery with the new snow, or glistening with ice, their branches resembling icicles. We look forward to the years when the evergreens cone, as then the cones of the pine, spruce, and hemlock are like Nature's ornaments on a lovely Christmas Tree. After a light snow the branches of the trees are moved by the faintest breeze, and as we look toward the hills we see soft clouds of snow falling, as it is shaken from the trees. The trees on the tops of the hills are often white with frost, and shine with a pink glow as the early rising sun steals through the small valleys. Our small brooks flow to the Connecticut River and the occasional open spots make an interesting pattern in the snowy brook beds. The footprints of tiny animals lead down to the open pools. The grey squirrels run between trees where they have stored nuts, and hiding places of seeds and grain. Sometimes we see the smaller red squirrels, or even the lively little chipmunks. Our Winter birds flash back and forth eagerly eating the food that is put out for them. Perhaps they know that we are showing our appreciation for all the insects they have eaten in our gardens New Hampshire Troubadour11 during the Summer months. As Spring comes we see more color in the birds, as we greet the red-headed woodpeckers, the flickers, the bluejays, and finally the beautiful bluebirds and red-breasted robins. The children are an interesting part of small town life. They form a pretty picture on their way to the little district school. They are well bundled up, with bright mittens and caps, and swing their lunch boxes merrily. Often they stop to jump in some smooth snow bank, amusing themselves by making patterns of their bodies in the new snow. There is much fun for children in a small town. They slide, skate, and ski. Perhaps they play with an old family horse, hitching him to any old sled they can find. Perhaps they are training a small pair of steers, and haul up jags of wood on home-made sleds. The children and the animals seem very fond of each other, and make an appealing sight playing and working together. The children will work for hours, clearing off a pond for skating. Perhaps they will have a party, with a huge bonfire, and good hot food. They are a beautiful sight, the small flying figures, with their bright clothes. I fear they are never as much interested in shoveling the paths around the house and barn, as they are in some fascinating project of their own. Our homes and farms look snug and warm, with the smoke curling from the chimneys, making a pattern against the hills or the sky. The paths are shovelled between house and barn, and to the mail box. To many people the arrival of the Rural Mail Carrier is the big event of the day. He brings the daily papers, market bulletins, packages from the mail order houses, and the long looked for letters from boys and girls away at war, or working in war industries. On warm days, we see the cattle in the barn yards, maybe the flash of the black and white of the Holstein, or the dark red bodies and white faces of the Herefords. Wood piles stand in each farmyard, even-cut four-foot firewood, piled neatly, for easy measuring. 12The March 1945 Business section of Wolfeboro, "oldest summer resort in America" Soon a neighbor will come along and saw it into stove lengths, charging a dollar or so a cord. The wood pile is always a part of the Winter landscape, and brings a promise of warmth by a stove, over a register, or in front of a fireplace. Tucked away in the Winter loveliness are many beloved homes of our Summer residents. They look neat, well closed up against the rain and snow. In spite of this, they look warm and comfortable, even if the snow is piled up around them. Many of their owners are thinking of them now, and wishing they were here to enjoy the beauty of the town at this season, as they do in the vacation months. New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Off for a day's skiing from the A.M.C. Pinkham Notch Camp. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Washington and the Ellis River from Jackson. Photograph by Pote. Beginning to think about a vacation next summer? Some literature is ready now, and we'll be glad to send it to you. " A cynic is a man who has taken stock of himself and got sore about it." A Gentlemen Orders a Dress Coat. From the day book of John Whitte-more, owner of a general store in Fitzwilliam: November, 1822 9 yds. Crimson Bombasett$4.50 16 Gilt coat buttons.67 1 skien silk.06 stick twist Knots thread 1/4 velvet for color.13 1/8 yard buckram 1/2 yd cotton cloth Total$11.60 Bot. by Henry Ide of Hinsdale. 14 To be paid in Gravestones @ one Dollar per foot to be delivered here in May. Sorry we can't account for the missing $6.24 and explain the relation of a dress coat to gravestones perhaps Mr. W. was one of those modern chaps who kept two sets of books. If we ever run across the other set, we'll let you know. From a letter written by 1st. Lt. George H. Gray: "I didn't think of New Hampshire the same while I was there as I do now. It is being away that has made me really appreciate what it means to me. One little picture can bring back to the foreground of my memory all the happy days I've lived there. For an example, in the January issue the recollections recalled by looking at the picture of Tuckerman's Ravine, were, first, of just a few years ago how much I'd enjoyed skiing there then the thoughts of skiing reminded me of how I'd learned to ski and of course that led to thoughts of my entire childhood. You can see what it really means to me, taking the booklet as a whole and not just one picture. It keeps vivid the memories I cherish of New Hampshire. God Bless her for that beauty." The March 1945 "Shovel-a-Minute" Plan Really Works Andover, Feb. 16—The Man with the Hoe may have had his day, but at Proctor Academy the man with the shovel is the man of the hour. This is due to the "shovel-a-minute" plan adopted to meet the emergency created by this season's unusually heavy snowfall. According to this plan, paths are started, then shovels are left suggestively at the places where shoveling is needed. Everyone who comes along, faculty and students, takes a shovelful or, when possible, shovels for a minute. It is amazing how rapidly Proctor's approximate mile of walks have been cleared, with everyone lending a hand. Manchester Union The following is an excerpt from a letter written by Capt. Frederick W. Smith to his mother, Mrs. A. C. Swift of Wilton, New Hampshire. Capt. Smith is in China: "Once in a letter you worried about whether I'd still like New Hampshire when I got back. If you hadanyideahowmuchof my New Hampshire Troubadour REMEMBER.'' time I spend in New Hampshire, strolling around the farm, wandering up attic in the big house, down cellar in the barn, and sitting in front of the fireplace in the little house listening to the phonograph, you'd stop worrying. I also quite frequently go camping in the mountains and go from Lakes of the Clouds over Washington, Jefferson, and Adams to Madison Hut and then down Adams slide trail to Great Gulf shelter. I've been over all my favorite trails there so many times in the past six months that if when I get back they have moved a single rock on any of them, I shall notice it, and resent it deeply. You haven't anything to worry about." 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. NOR RECKONEDONTHEMIRACLE OFSPRING by Bishop William A. Quayle The winter hath been weary, long, and cold The snows have banked them deep in wood and lane: The North wind piped reiterant refrain Of loneliness and care, or carol bold: Bleak storms have reveled over hill and wold. How hardily shall the flowers bloom again, And pastures answer to the gentle rain, Which shall entice the sheep from winter's fold. 'Twas thus I fretted in the wintry days, And made gray days yet grayer with my plaint Nor reckoned on the miracle of Spring. Spring came, — a wash of balmy winds, a haze Of violet, a waft of perfume faint And then — a bluebird, voice and wing! 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 troubadour031945 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour March 1945 Description An account of the resource Enjoy the March 1945 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! 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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 WiNSTON POTE Upper slope of the headwall of Tucker man Ravine, "The Snow Bowl," Mt. Washington. Spring skiing will be enjoyed here through the month of May and possibly part of June The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XVApril,I 9-45NUMBER 1 SAPTIME by Lewis C. Swain Acting Extension Forester, University of New Hampshire Who first tapped a maple tree in New Hampshire or where he dwelt is a matter of historical conjecture. But whoever he was, his example has been followed with unfailing regularity each spring as snow begins to settle in the woods. Some call it rock maple and others hard maple, but the name preferred by most is sugar maple. Of all sap producing trees, it is the sweetest and its virtues have been sung since that early day in history when somebody first tapped a tree. From tidewater to Pittsburg it's just the same, with no town excepted — buckets, pails, jars, hanging on trees along the road. Anything to catch the sweet sap dripping from rough wooden spiles or patented metal spouts. You may criticize the methods and utensils, but each sugar-maker will tell you that his product is unexcelled, for didn't he learn how to make it thick and dark — or light as amber, or to lake it off just when — well, that's how grandfather did it. New Hampshire Troubadour3 The best of it is that there's fun in it along with a lot of hard work. The little girl in the red dress, bare legs and galoshes, strives just as hard to carry her small pail of sap without spilling as the 88-year-old veteran with his wooden yoke and brace of buckets. Lest you gain the impression that this is the way New Hampshire maple producers go about making their two, three or five hundred gallons of syrup, you may recall the sugar house at the edge of the maple grove. And if you are one of the fortunate, you remember the sugaring-off party you went to. Yes, they still use oxen to haul collecting tanks, though there aren't as many as there used to be. Horses are more commonly seen working around the sugar bush. Instead of old-fashioned pans set on brick arches, shining evaporators now send up clouds of steam through ventilators in the roof. To each visitor it seems incredible that cold sap from the storage tank comes in at one end of the evaporator and that only a dozen or fifteen feet away at the other end finished syrup is bubbling seven degrees higher than the temperature of boiling water. And this, by the way, is the point at which the syrup is drawn off. Many people use the hydrometer to be sure of exact density and only recently a new standardizing instrument called a hydrotherm has put in an appearance. No two sugar houses will be found just alike. Each is built according to ideas or whims, but the essentials are always there. First in importance is a good supply of dry wood, for once a fire is started under the evaporator the sap must boil rapidly to make high quality syrup. Some say that it takes a cord of wood for every 60 to 70 buckets hung on the trees. A bench or table, stools, backless chairs and sometimes a stove help to make the rustic appearance just about complete. Over near Winnipesaukee is a sugar house like that, and on the stove there's always a coffee pot. Night sap boiling, with some of the neighbors dropping in, a cup of coffee, some home-made doughnuts and plenty of new syrup — well, that's as right as anything can be. 4The April 1945 INTERNATIONAL NEWS PHOTOS Samuel W. Smith of High Maples Farm, Gilford, with the aid of competent helpers, gathering sap for maple syrup The smell of wood smoke in the grove, of steaming syrup nearly done, and even tobacco, leaves an impression never to be erased from memory. Nights when ice forms in the sap buckets with warm, thawing sunshine the next day are best for good sap flow. It takes a barrel or more of sap to make a gallon of syrup and when the run is favorable, everybody is on the jump. Pails on trees are full and running over, boiling is at top speed in the evaporator and it's work around the clock. One veteran of many a maple season said he hoped to be able to fill his syrup orders, already at the five hundred gallon mark. Did he really enjoy it or was it just a lot of hard work? You should have seen his eyes light up when he said, "Yes, I like it." New Hampshire Troubadour5 The old trees, some tapped more than fifty years, are weather beaten and a little infirm. They have lived useful lives, giving pleasure and profit. Each one has provided sap for sweet maple syrup, or delightful scalloped sugar cakes, and perhaps maple candies, heart or leaf shaped. Some people are caring for young trees to replace the older ones as they drop out one by one. And this is as it should be. May the time never come when Mother, Dad and the children fail to greet springtime as saptime. SUNSETATNEWFOUNDLAKE by Alden Paul Gurney U.S.N.R. S.2/c Evening was drawing near, and the sun began to settle behind Sugar Loaf Mountain. The lake looked like a giant mirror reflecting the colors of the sky and the blue of the mountain. Bright red shaded gently and smoothly into a light orange, and finally into the gray of evening. The mountain, capped with blue haze, stood in bold relief against the sunset glow. Off the lake drifted a large silvery cloud which wound its way through the valley and seemed to make a path to the heavens. As the sun sank lower the mountain became gray in color, light at the top and gradually deepening into darkness at the base. A soft wind blew through the pine trees, making a low, eerie whispering sound that seemed to be the voice of the forest. An eagle circling the lake turned towards its nest on a barren tree high on a lofty crag. All the earth seemed to become peaceful as God gently pulled the blanket of evening over the world and tucked it to sleep for the night. 6The April 1945 "WHENCECOMETHMYHELP" by Odell Shepard Let me sleep among the shadows of the mountains when I die, In the murmur of the pines and sliding streams, Where the long day loiters by Like a cloud across the sky, Where the moon-drenched night is musical with dreams. Lay me down within a canyon of the mountains, far away, In a valley filled with dim and rosy light, Where the flashing rivers play Out across the golden day, And a noise of many waters brims the night. All the wisdom, all the beauty I have lived for, unaware, Came upon me by the banks of upland rills I have seen God walking there In the solemn soundless air When the morning wakened wonder in the hills. I am what the mountains made me, of their green and gold and gray, Of the dawnlight and the moonlight and the foam.... Mighty mothers far away, Ye, who washed my soul in spray, I am coming, mother mountains, coming home. When I draw my dreams about me, when I leave the darkling plain Where my soul forgets to soar and learns to plod, I shall go back home again To the kingdoms of the rain, To the blue purlieus of heaven, nearer God. Where the rose of dawn blooms earlier across the miles of mist, Between the tides of sundown and moonrise I shall keep a lover's tryst With the gold and amethyst, With the stars for my companions in the skies. From "The Oxford Book of American Verse," by Bliss Carman New Hampshire Troubadour7 ROCHESTER Rochester, incorporated in 1722, and including what are now Farmington and Milton, became a city in 1891. Top row, left to right: 1. The Square. 2. City Hall. 3. Main Street from the Square. Middle row: 1. Honor Roll in front of City Hall. 2. Home of the late Ex. Gov. Rolland Spaulding. Bottom row: 1. Cocheco River from North Main Street Bridge. 2. Spaulding High School Athletic Field. 3. Frisbie Memorial Hospital. All photos by A. Thornton Gray New Boston, home of the Molly Stark Gun of Revolutionary War Time, an unspoiled hill town with many fine farms —year-round and summer homes, and magnificent views from its encircling hills, OLDNEWHAMPSHIRE by Engign Sid Dimond U.S.N.R. Fellows in the service are constantly exposed to information on "what they are fighting for." Of course, every man has his own conception of the ideals involved in this struggle. Most of us, as everyday human beings, find these elements best expressed in just one word . . . democracy. And so, realizing that democracy (with its related freedoms) is the reason for whatever sacrifices are necessary to win the war, we find ourselves asking, "What does democracy mean to me?" The answer is usually based on the so-called "little" comforts and pleasures of life which have come into our lives as a result of living under that system of government. 10 The April 1945 What are some of these comforts and pleasures? The wife . . . Mom . . . the family. The dear ones are always first, especially when things are going badly and one is lonely. But always there, running for second place, is the home town, the state, and all it has to offer. Now it seems to me that we from New Hampshire are especially fortunate in that direction. As we look back over the days when we were just civilians, hundreds of precious memories are recalled. In my particular case, it's the smell of boiling maple sap in the pans at Granddad's maple sugar house in Penacook . . . swimming and boating at the State's largest lake ... or the thrill of a first Tramway ride, especially when the Tram passes over the supports and you suddenly realize that you are hundreds of feet above a tiny, green, miniature forest. Or, perhaps, standing on the top of Rattlesnake Hill and watching the hustle and bustle of Concord as though it were just a toy model of a town . . . the placid Merrimack threading its way toward Manchester, and infinite busses and trains going their way. Yeah, that's New Hampshire! Or, perhaps, it's just a stroll through the picturesque State campus at Durham, or a Sunday afternoon dip at the State beach down Hampton way! And many is the week end the boys and I have enjoyed a trek to the summit of Mt. Washington, or a drive to the Ski Tow, passing through Crawford Notch for another peek at nature's panorama. Most of us have our own little spot in New Hampshire where we feel closer to God through the beauty of Mother Nature . . . and thoughts go back there sometimes. With me, it's a little out-of-the-way place called Broad Cove, just outside of Hopkinton, where man's civilization hasn't touched the rugged scenery. There I can think ... free from the maddening pace of the modern world. Shucks, there are many others which could be mentioned . . . but each man has his own particular places . . . his own particular memories ... and his own particular plans for those glorious New Hampshire Troubadour11 days after victory has become ours. Maybe it's a fishing and camping (or skiing trip) in the White Mountains ... or, perhaps, just a new home built down Epsom way. But whatever it is, in a way it is helping to win the war. For, as one of my friends in North Africa wrote, "The memories we cherish, and the plans for future pleasures, always make our present situation seem a little more bearable. Yup, it sure helps!" Back in Garrison School in Concord our teacher taught us a song which has, time and time again, run through my mind. Never has it meant more to me than at the present moment. It is our State Song, and part of it goes something like this: "With a skill that knows no measure .. . God made the rugged old Granite State!" One of these days, old Granite State, we're coming back . . . and when we do we'll be better Americans . . . better able to appreciate what has been placed for us, and built for us, from the shores of the Atlantic to the snow-capped splendor of our mountain ranges! NEWHAMPSHIRETOWNMEETINGS (Quoted by permission from Time magazine of March 26) It was fine town-meeting weather. The roads were passable. Spring was on its way. The good citizens of New Hampshire met, as they have every spring for 150 years or more, to elect the township officers, approve or amend the budgets, define the general policy of 224 towns for the coming year. It was the purest and the oldest manifestation of democracy in the U.S. Mindful of the unusually heavy snows and the discomfort of the past winter, the cautious people of the Granite State unbound their wallets, voted to buy record amounts of snow-removal and bridge-building equipment. They laid out unusually large sums, too, for 12The April 1945 Colburn Park and main business section of Lebanon such postwar projects as road construction, sewer systems, sewage disposal, and memorials for their servicemen. Pembroke decided to auction off its police station to the highest bidder. Weare sold its tramp house for $1 — cash. Dorchester recessed at noon for a hot dinner and homemade fudge. Oldtimers pondered Surry's attendance — the smallest town meeting in years — and concluded that "everybody's working." Mason was pleased that its police department cost only $8 in 1944, but voted to give it an additional $17 for 1945. Rye felicitated its venerable town clerk on his 83 years and his 58th term in office. These were the normal, every-year matters of New Hampshire living. But this year, as never before, the sights of New Hampshire-men were set on wider horizons. At the bottom of every ballot in every town was a searching question: "To see if the town will vote to support United States membership in a general system of inter- New Hampshire Troubadour 13 national cooperation, such as that proposed at the Dumbarton Oaks Conference, having police power to maintain the peace of the world." The question had . . . become Senate Joint Resolution No. 1. In most towns there was little debate on it, and most townsfolk admitted that they did not know much about the plan. But they gave international cooperation a thumping (18-to-l) yea. Their sons were fighting all over the world, and they were for anything that gave hope of keeping it from happening again.. . . Front Cover: Mt. Washington and Peabody River from Gorham in April. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Adams from the Glen in April. Photograph by Winston Pote. Spring fishing on New Hampshire lakes begins April 15, with trolling for lake trout and salmon. On the same day the season opens for brook trout at Lake Sunapee, New London, and at Pleasant Lake, Elkins. Elsewhere in the state the brook trout season opens May 1. Mild weather in late February and in March has advanced spring fishing conditions by about two weeks. The brook trout daily limit is 15 fish, six inches or more in length, or five pounds, except that at Sunapee the minimum length is ten inches, and in northern Coos County there are a few special regulations. Anglers are advised to consult the fishing laws to be sure that they remain within the regulations. A copy will be sent on request. The youngest and one of the most active agricultural organizations of the state is the New Hampshire Maple Producers Association. There are now 116 members. "Two crocheted bonnets," by Sarah K. Colony. Our own judgment was, if they were intended for bonnets, they would ornament the head of a lady to the best advantage in the shade, when the mercury stood about 90. 14 The April 1945 "As a whole, the Ladies' Department was marked by fewer features of mediocrity than any other of the exhibition. One omission, it struck us, might be rectified at future meetings: that was the absence of the ages of the young contributors from the tickets upon their specimens of crayon, oil, and other paintings, etc. We know the delicacy which interferes with this requirement in the case of older young ladies, and would respectfully suggest that the age should be specified in every case where the competitor has not exceeded fourteen years." — From "Transactions of the New Hampshire State Agricultural Society for the year 1854" In the February issue of "Historical New Hampshire," a publication of the New Hampshire Historical Society, there is an interesting article, "Price Control in New Hampshire in 1777," by Dr. Kenneth Scott. We quote the following: "Early in the Spring of 1777 the state legislature fixed the prices for the common necessaries of life. Some two years later, on September 22, 1778, a convention of dele- New Hampshire Troubadour gates for the state met in Concord under the presidency of John Lang-don and agreed that it was ' absolutely necessary to have affixed prices to most articles of trade.' Some 30 commodities were named with their 'ceiling' prices. These prices were to hold for Portsmouth and certain other places, while the remaining towns were to make their own regulations and set prices to be taken by innkeepers, tradesmen and laborers. It was further recommended that everyone sell commodities as much lower than the proposed prices as possible, while all persons acting contrary to the regulations were to be exposed as 'enemies to their country.' " Blake H. Rand, aged 83 years, Rye's perennial town clerk, was returned to office at Tuesday's town meeting, to serve his 58th term. Mr. Rand lays claim to being New Hampshire's oldest town clerk in point of service. Endorsed by both the Republican and Democratic parties, Clerk Rand, Tuesday, received the highest vote of any town official, 307 persons expressing a preference for his continued services. — Exeter News Letter 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. APRIL NOW IN MORNING CLAD .iby Bliss Carman April now in morning clad Like a gleaming oread, With the south wind in her voice, comes to bid the world rejoice. With the sunlight on her bow, Through her veil of silver showers, April o’er New England now Trails her robe of woodland flowers. Violet and anemone While along the misty sea, Pipe at lip, she seems to blow Haunting airs of long ago. From “Bliss Carman’s Poems” Published by: Dodd, Mead & Co., New York*B S': Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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