4 10 64 https://omekaclassic1.nhlibraries.org/files/original/186cd005a71927669b2a39c1a12288a1.pdf ffaa6ccc39b2de45af08d47bd1f69a26 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour 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. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW McC. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVIII September, 1948 NUMBER 6 out ion AUTUMN >eS5 bu L^arl ^Afunt k The poet Lowell wrote of June and its rare weather. Yet it seems strange that one from New England should choose that particular period to immortalize in verse, unless it better suited the rhythm and meter of his mood. Because to me the harvest season is the more beautiful. Spring holds forth the promise which autumn fulfills. It is the crowning of man's efforts and nature's proclamation of that ancient call, "The King is dead. Long live the King." Wherever one turns, hills and valleys are robed in royal purple and gold intermingled with rich crimson and darker green. This is the season when the very heavens strive for superiority over the colorings of earth. Morning, noon, and night proclaim their majesty. The babbling brooks may sing less loudly, but in them is reflected that perfect blue of heaven and along their banks is found the wine-tinted blue closed gentian blending with the royal purple of the wild aster and the delicate silvery-lavender of the joe-pye weed. New Hampshire Troubadour GUY SHOREY An inviting path at White Lake State Park, Tamworth In every direction one sees fields of blue and white asters, and "goldenrod lighting the retreating footsteps of summer across the field." Ferns which were a rich green all summer assume an ethereal soft yellow, made the more beautiful by contrast with the red clover. Sumac and woodbine vie with the red of maple and oak. The white birch changes its summer's garb of delicate green for one of pure gold which becomes more vivid against the dark green of hemlock and spruce on the mountain side. And then nature, as though fearful of having over-painted the landscape in colors too vivid, changes the grasses, beeches, and some of the oaks to softer tones of brown blending the whole into a beautiful tapestry beyond the power of artist and color matcher to reproduce. Even the fields of shocked corn take on the semblance of an Indian bivouac and one imagines curls of smoke arising from each tepee. The golden pumpkins are the war drums ready to sound the festive dance. The September 7948 Cattle foraging in field and pasture serve only to magnify the peaceful beauty of the season. In autumn we can the more clearly understand the meaning of that blessing from above, "Well done thou good and faithful servant." Were I a modern Lowell, I should sing of the rare days of the New England autumn when the mornings blanket the meadows in a soft mantle of delicate white crystals and the hills and valleys are clothed in a Joseph's coat of many colors. HOPKINTON HOLIDAY er bu IAJ. cJ.. Urodd and J4. ryf. /■bark- Every year thousands of people — city and country folk alike — head for the many fairs held in New Hampshire during the late summer and early autumn. Typical of the New England country fair is the one which has been held at Hopkinton during the first week in September for the last thirty-four years. The Fair's slogan is boldly imprinted on the gay little programs: "Competition Open to the World!" And the statement means just that. All entrants are welcome, regardless of where they may live, and every one has an equal chance to compete for the thousands of dollars offered as prizes. But money alone is hardly the greatest incentive, especially when you consider the labor necessary to prepare entries, the expense of transporting livestock and produce for many miles. It's easy to understand the real reason when you see the exhibits. A farmer takes real pride in what he has developed through his own efforts, whether it happens to be the largest pumpkin in the county or a powerful team of oxen. The exciting atmosphere of the fair stimulates visitors the moment they pass beneath the gay banners which mark the entrance. New Hampshire Troubadour 5 ;;;^-^i:¥i;;;S;;::.;:; 1 iSS'* .- ^^m- ■:::.,.,>..y'*:My..M-^M^^ ...;;::: :::;^:->^ f Ti W. L. CROSS, III Pulling contest at the fair. Matched horses lunge powerfully as the teamsters shout to urge them to drag the stone boat across the line. In the distance can be heard the voice of an announcer over the amplifying system: "C'mon over to the pullin' contest, folks! The events are about to get under way!" You've missed one of the big attractions of the country fair if you haven't seen a pulling contest. To describe the event in the words of one old farmer, "Matched pairs of hosses each takes a crack at haulin' granite slabs on a stone boat. The team kin haul the heftiest weight acrost the line wins a blue ribbon and sixty bucks prize money." Mixed cries resound from the audience. While the crowd surges eagerly around the large enclosure marked off by a red snow fence, the perspiring announcer shouts the name of each team taking its turn, and the weight for that round. "Nine sixty on the boat!" That means nine thousand sixty pounds of solid New Hampshire granite piled on the sled-like 6 The September 7948 1 runners of the stone boat! The two matched horses give a powerful lunge as the teamster shouts and urges them on. "Come on, Lem! Butter down that prize money and let's go home!" "Git a tractor, Pete. You ain't got a chanct against them bays!" Slowly the field narrows down, and the excitement reaches a high pitch when only two teams are left. Each spectator cheers for his favorite — maybe it's a pair of dapple grays or a black and white. One suddenly realizes the amazing power of a horse, as the smooth muscles are seen rippling under the heavy coat. It is an amazing sight to watch the stone boat and its tremendous load — ten thousand pounds — moving inch by inch over the rough ground. But there are so many other events to see! A country fair is a conglomeration of everything imaginable. The sound of carnival music pulsates from the heart of the colorful Midway — with its usual ferris wheel, merry-go-round, and assorted booths. Right next to the Midway at the Hopkinton Fair, you will always find a large circus tent with colored banners flying at every pole. This tent houses the agricultural exhibit, an indispensable feature of every country fair. The inside is as vibrant with motion as the legendary Santa Claus workshop. There are all kinds and sizes of farm machines on exhibit, many of them in operation. Labor-saving devices include such contraptions as a baling machine with spidery arms and a crocodile-like earth scoop, with a snout which can literally "eat" into the earth. There are samples of a hundred different products, from vitamin tablets for the goats to "dessert biscuits" for your dog. "Do Not Feed the Animals." No, its not an exhibit from the zoo, but the long livestock tent, with its collection of cattle and sheep, poultry and hogs. Animals are, after all, one of the primary reasons for the existence of the country fair. You see husky black stallions with white forelocks, Berkshire hogs as fat as an overstuffed sofa, and Hampshire lambs with wool that reminds you of creatures out New Hampshire Troubadour 7 of a Disney film. Small children peek into every corner, staring with complete fascination at an assortment of Naragansett turkeys, white Pekin ducklings, and newly hatched geese. An interesting feature of every fair is the presence of the old timers who describe the fairs of their boyhood. "This one's purty good, but it ain't what it used to be in the old days. . . ."It seems that in the "old days," for instance, a person had to be "a right smart craftsman" to carry off any of the prizes. The women who entered home-made clothing in those days had to do more than just cut and sew the material. The rules stated that they also had to spin and weave the cloth. Not only that, but the wool had to be sheared from local sheep. Such rules had a real basis, because the country fair was one of the first direct means by which our forefathers made American industries independent of foreign markets. It seems also that a surprising number of new inventions were exhibited in the early fairs — along with home-made clocks, boots cut from local leather, and even (in one instance) a somber collection of granite gravestones. If you want to see real country cooking, just browse around the food exhibits at any New Hampshire fair. You'll find yourself in the midst of an appetizing array of golden peaches, juicy blueberries, deep-red strawberries — all as sweet as honey biscuits. Perhaps you have a craving for something more saucy — tomato pickles, vegetable relish, or spiced watermelon. Just thinking of all these delicacies preserved and stored away for the winter months makes your mouth water. Every one who knows will tell you that age means nothing at a country fair. The best peck of Green Mountain potatoes may have been grown by a ten-year old lad or by his grandfather. One of the finest events at any country fair is usually the horse show. At Hopkinton, entries are drawn from every state in New England, with as handsome a collection of thoroughbreds as can be found anywhere in the country. Even for a layman who knows 8 i 1 I nothing about the fine art of horsemanship, it is a beautiful sight to see the flawless grace of the animals. Every movement is as perfected as the rhythms of a trained ballet dancer; every rider is completely at home in the saddle. It takes real skill to bring home the blue ribbon when the competition is so keen, and it takes a mighty good eye to judge the events. Perhaps the biggest attraction of the Hopkinton Fair is the series of trotting races on the half-mile oval track. Here the biggest prizes are offered — usually more than three hundred dollars for each purse. A large white tent, set up by the United States Trotting Association, serves as both stables and club house, where the drivers gather together in friendly groups. The rainbow colors of their caps and jackets stand out against the white of the tent like flowers Thrilling moments at the daredevil show are interspersed with the antics of a clown and an old jalopy, which emits fire, smoke, and loud explosions. w. L. CROSS, III — The bridge to Pierce Island, Portsmouth. DOUGLAS ARMSDEN in the snow. And the races are always crammed with excitement, from the moment the announcer calls the entries to the starting line until the last sulky has finished the race. The form of a good trotter or pacer affords a fascinating sight. The trot is a smooth-flowing rhythm in which the horse's legs move in diagonal pairs, while the pace has more the appearance of a dance — the horse touching ground first on his right legs and then on his left. Towards the end of the afternoon, as darkness approaches, the fair becomes magically transformed. The colorful lights of the ferris wheel and the daisy chains of bulbs strung throughout the grounds begin to sparkle with color. This is the hour when the loudspeakers burst into life and boom forth their invitation to the evening events. The thrill show will soon begin —an exciting me- 10 The September ,948 lange of daredevils, in speeding autos and motor cycles. There will be acrobats and clowns and vaudeville acts, a spotlighted figure swaying dangerously at the top of a hundred-foot pole, and many other colorful figures. Each year, the Hopkinton Fair closes with a spectacular display of fireworks. After the last prize has been awarded and the livestock entries are already being loaded on trucks, after the Midway has begun to close and the final event of the thrill show has run its course, the crowd gathers in the center of the park. With the band playing its loudest, the night sky is emblazoned with the colorful spectacle of rockets and flares, pin wheels and Roman candles. Then darkness falls once more, and the satisfied crowd streams away from the park, certain that this year's fair was the best of all. PICKLIN' TIME bu ^hrauan ^_X [-^eardon in Country Flavor \s There's a tantalizing, spicy, sweet-sour smell coming from the farm kitchen. On a sunny September morning when the countryman is cutting the late rowen, when blue haze hovers on the mountains across the valley, and all earth lies quietly in the fruition of autumn, Mother begins to make the season's batch of pickles. Picklin' time is an important date on the season's calendar. What would home-baked beans be like without pickles? Could one be expected to enjoy a juicy roast of pork on a blizzardy January noon without their tart, biting goodness? And with the fried potatoes for everyday supper what goes better than a generous helping of green-tomato pickles? New Hampshire Troubadour 11 There are all kinds of pickles: green tomato, chutney, beet relish, pickled baby beets, corn relish, sweet mustard pickles, sweet ripe cucumber, bread-and-butter pickles, and others. Each has its place; each is a natural companion for some good dish. The chief point is — it's picklin' time. The pungent, penetrating, tantalizing aroma is all through the house. It spreads into the woodshed where a twelve-year-old lad is stacking chunks of solid oak and maple against the time of cold, and it makes him stop, sniff in appreciation, and smile in anticipation. Mother bends over the bubbling kettle on the stove and inhales critically. Is it strong enough of this or too strong of that? Her menfolk have preferences. As the countryman comes into the kitchen for a midmorning drink of cold water, he whiffs the air with a commendable degree of authority. :cI always like picklin' time," he says. "Smells good." A TREE HAS TURNED RED The letter said: "How's for coming up on your day off? Give careful thought to the invitation. A tree has turned red on the junior mountain across the way that you should see." The letter was from one of our spies who tips us on newsy things. He is taking a late vacation in a summery cottage in the heart of the New Hampshire peaks. We liked the tone of it. He might have said brusquely, "Dig out your mittens. Autumn has arrived in the hills." His gentle and subtle suggestion that the season was changing even before the official Almanac date, makes it easier for us to accept the warning that summer is on the homeward stretch of the roller coaster. Save for the chill in the morning, it was difficult some days the 12 The September 1948 A. N. BOUCHARD Pickerel fishing at May Pond, Washington, Lovewell Mountain in the background. September, with the return of cooler weather, is a popular fishing month for bass, pickerel, and perch. Fly fishing is also enjoyed on northern trout ponds at this time. past week in Boston to discern that autumn was nigh. Those sunny, warm afternoons were deceptive. So we were glad to get that letter from our underground agent in New Hampshire. He bolsters our surmise. But to make doubly certain, early this morning we are headed for the hilltop rendezvous to see the tree that has turned red. Beyond mere confirmation by our own eyes we feel that in a much more important way it will do us a lot of good. After a week of those headlines about strikes, the stock market, Russia and the meat shortage, China and that World Series ticket, the little tree, in this man-made, topsy-turvy world, may reassure us that the eternal verities are still constant. — From the Boston, Mass., Post, Sept. 15, 1946 New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Harvest scene at Jackson. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Countryside near Derry. Photo by Douglas Armsden. Frontispiece: Student golfers at Colby Junior College, New London; Shepard and Colgate halls. Photo by William M. Rittase. COMING EVENTS Major country fairs in New Hampshire this year: Aug. 30-Sept. 4, Pittsfield; Aug. 31-Sept. 2, Canaan; Sept. 3-6, Lancaster; Sept. 3-6, Derry; Sept. 6-8, Hopkinton Fair at Contoocook; Sept. 9—11, Cheshire Fair at Swanzey (near Keene); Sept. 15-18, Plymouth; Sept. 20-26, Rochester; Sept. 30—Oct. 2, Deerfield; Oct. 12, Sandwich. ^jor Five years ago in New Hampshire we bought a little farm house which nestles at the foot of a mountain beside a splashing brook. But we are not fortunate enough to occupy this interesting place all seasons. We have but two short weeks and a few week ends to enjoy the beauty of New Hamp- shire scenery and swim and fish the many lakes which surround the country near the farm. There we and many of our friends have spent very happy days of relaxation during the past trying years. It was such a release to get away from a busy city to the peace of the hills. It meant such a lot to our morale during those hectic years of war. Our guest log, which I have before me, is proof of what it meant to some. Men sick from mental exhaustion and overwork went back to their positions in war plants — better and well enough to carry on again. One boy, just back from overseas, spent his last days on earth with us, happy and less bitter. But the house and buildings got to a stage where repairs became necessary and we had neither the time nor the money to arrange for them and we couldn't bear to allow such a charming old house to deteriorate. There is something about an old house a new one can never have. So we unhappily decided to sell. The place has been sold and extensive repairs will soon be under way and a landmark of bygone days will remain for years to come. Mrs. Irene V. Batghelor Upper Stepney, Connecticut 14 The September 1948 BOOKS AND AUTHORS John Goffers Mill by George Woodbury, W. W. Norton & Company, Inc., New York, $3. The story of the author's adventures in turning an obsolete rural industry at Bedford, New Hampshire, into a design for happy living. Cannon Mountain Panorama, a chart of the view from the summit, identifies more than 200 mountains, published by Arthur E. Bent, Exeter, New Hampshire, $.25. A letter in the May Troubadour states that Frog Rock is located in Francestown. Frog Rock is in New Boston, south part of town on old Colby Farm —just off the highway on Colby Hill Road. I have seen it. Sincerely yours, Harriett L. Dodge Pioneer: The first organized summer camp for boys was established at Asquam Lake, New Hampshire, in 1881 by Henry and Elliott Balch, a couple of Dartmouth students. And they didn't know then that they were founding an industry. — From Neal O'Hara's newspaper column New Hampshire Troubadour Nourishing to the soul are September scenes along New Hampshire roads where maples turn to gold over stone walls and vistas extend over wide valleys to blue mountains beyond. Welcome scenes to more materialistic autumn motorists are the roadside stands which many New Hampshire farmers pile high with colorful produce. In order to toughen them for the campaign of next fall it was suggested that the older members of the Harvard football team meet and take a long tramp through the White Mountains, but the plan has been abandoned. This is to be regretted. All who feel an interest in the venerable University are keenly impressed by the fact that its football eleven is not up to the required standard. We know little of football, but have great faith in White Mountain air and exercise to make hardy and resolute men. If Harvard would organize a part of its mountain climbing contingent into a football team, they might possibly save the expense of much training and wipe out old scores with Yale and Princeton. — From Among the Clouds, August 17, 1897 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. •■:'•■:■' '■■■■X-<y'y^x--yy-:-yyr SEPTEMBER'S PROMISE by fadine CLLdt Rich summer s breath still lingers here — The hot September sun Pours over grass and brilliant bloom Whose season is not done. The foliage spreads, thick and green, Against the sweep of sky — And birch trees ripple silver leaves', As warm, slow winds fan by. Yet — stabbing beauty through the heart — With just a whispered sound, A gold leaf loosened from its bough Now flutters to the ground. 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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HEATH, Editor volume xviii October, 1948 number 7 OCTOBER Each night the tide of Fall creeps up the hills Across the homesteads of the whippoorwills, Till to their tops they smolder in the haze That grays the mornings of these Autumn days. The sunlight strikes them into sudden flame. The pine trees sigh and whisper at the shame Of birches dancing naked in the breeze, Of surnac, staid old oak and maple trees Who, over night, have gone out of their heads And dressed themselves in all these brazen reds: Trading the long-worn monotones of June For one brief fling beneath the Hunter's Moon. — From Land of The Yankees by Frederick W. Branch
New Hampshire Troubadour 3 THE SERMON OF THE WATER BEETLE bu Ljeorae [/Uoodburu An excerpt from John Goffe's Mill, published recently by W. W. Norton and Company at $3.00. For the past few thousand years, ever since civilization advanced to a point where it became somewhat artificial and got in its own way, there have been vociferous advocates of country living. Not infrequently these enthusiasts for the bucolic would not be found dead beyond the city limits. Urbanites who clearly saw all the frailties of metropolitan life, they were blinded to the imperfections of any other. The lyrical exponents of pastoral simplicity today are but streamlined versions of Horace with his Sabine farm which he used for week ends only, and Rousseau with the 'noble savage" he never met socially. "Elsewhere" is usually considered an improvement on "here." Certainly this is true of country people, whose enthusiasm for city living (as they imagine it) is just as active, even if less vocal and facile in its expression. The apparent ease of living and the brimming neshpots of the city look pretty good to the rural imagination. Every now and then individuals summon up enough courage or foolishness to try transplanting themselves. Often the results lead to discouragement and subsequent bitterness. The transposed urbanite finds that rural life is unremunerative, uncomfortable, and very hard work according to his standards. Anyone undiscriminating enough to expect to find Arcadia where the pavement ends is prone to let his disappointment carry him too far and is likelv to return convinced that he has sojourned on Tobacco Road. In a similar way the country is full of rustics, fugitive from a metropolitan experiment that failed, who have definite views about city slickers and the wiles of the cruel city. 4 The October 1948 m * *s <% I . H»I«.M, #&# <• S«58886S8^> 8 8$8**88Sg8« aWft**8$*3a* »ww *aT ** S3&£H k '^ $ MpP * *^t ^^w? :W- • ■ ■■ " ii«oiifc lilllilMIWIIIlfli i I'll"!!'!" *$ : :$$$-$898$*°$ wPlltP!'.11.11.11 " ■ - HI ,J?V>.:k -; Jo/j/t Gaffe's Mill, Bedford. EAMES STUDIO When Connie and I packed up our belongings ten years ago and moved from a two-room city apartment to a moribund "gentlemen's villa" in Bedford, New Hampshire, we had few illusions about what we were getting into. It seemed to us that certain aspects of the life we were leaving were corrupt and sick — or, at any rate, not feeling very well. But this was too big a problem for us to tackle singlehanded; we had to focus on ourselves first of all. We wanted to live simply and raise a family of children. We wanted a home and a sense of belonging somewhere, which was an item not included in the lease of our apartment. There was a nostalgic tug in the thought of returning to the place where so many generations had lived before us. And there was, of course, the propulsive New Hampshire Troubadour 5 r WINSTON POTE Highway 16 at North Wakefield. effect of a swift kick from the rear — the simultaneous collapse of career, prospects, and health. How did we do it? The placid millpond stretches away before the opened window, still and tranquil in the summer sun. Lush with a heavy green, the inverted image of the banks is broken only by the ripples of shipwrecked insects struggling to postpone the terminal event. Rising fish strike swiftly from beneath, and the futile ffutterings end in a soft plash and a concentric spate of ripples. The tall trees and massed shrubbery of the reflection rock crazily for a moment and then pull themselves together again. The status, so to speak, returns to quo. The still warm air is heavy with the threat of thunder. The barometer was falling when we looked at it at noon. We could use more water in the pond just now. It is low, approaching midsummer level, and there is much work to be done. The spraddle-legged water beetles on the pond beneath the window have captured Gordon's attention. And what intensity of concentration there is in nine .. The October 1948 years old — while it lasts. I am grateful for the diversion, for it brings respite from his endless questioning, which has ranged in the past hours from pulley wheels to cuckoo clocks, with halts at way stations. The window opens low above the water, so low that Gordon can hang doubled over the sill to spy and spit upon his insect friends. A scene of such transcendent beauty as is framed by the opened window should do something for us in a spiritual way. I don't know what exactly, but something. A purist might complain that the foreshortened blue jean rump in the foreground of the composition is not art. Well, call it reality, then. Water, fresh green foliage, and the yellow sunlight work such effect that even the stinkweed and the poison ivy seem attractive. Gordon once said it looked like a painting. I had to correct him. Paintings try to look like this. This is the wood-turning and general shop of John Goffe's Mill that we revived. . . . Gordon and I have been down here since noon. The lengthening shadows out of doors and the increasing sense of vacuum inside of me indicate that the day is closing down and it is nearly quitting time. . . . Connie and the girls will be down in a few minutes to walk home with us. . . . "Father," Gordon calls. His voice carries clearly above the many sounds of the mill and the soft slip-slap of the belts beating out their endless rhythm in point and counterpoint. "Now what?" "Father, what's that funny poem about water beetles?" "You mean Hilaire Belloc's?" "Yes. You know." He undrapes himself from the window sill and sits facing me across the bed of the big turning lathe. He is tall for his age, with an active, slender body. His straight black hair is tousled, and there is fun in his level gray eyes. "Just a minute. I have to stop down in a minute." New Hampshire Troubadour 7 I slide the drive belt over to the idle pulley with one hand and with the other stop the spinning mandrel of the lathe. The motions have become habitual, and after long practice I no longer have to watch my hands; I know where they are to go instinctively. The cadence of the countershaft belts above my head changes and is more muted now. From far below, in the wheel pit underneath the mill, I hear the low swish of the turbine and the rumbling growl of the change gears. My little victim, let me trouble you To fix your active mind on W. The WATER BEETLE here shall teach A sermon far beyond your reach: He flabbergasts the Human Race By gliding on the water's face With ease, celerity, and grace; But if he ever stopped to think Of how he did it, he would sink. RAPID ENOUGH h<7i cJLanaleu An editorial in the Concord, New Hampshire, Daily Monitor The 1948 population figure estimates by the federal census bureau indicate that New Hampshire is one of two New England states which have held even with the national average of growth since 1940, growing between eight and nine per cent in that period in number of residents, until now well in excess of 500,000 total population. Greatest growth has naturally been on the West coast, where real settlement did not begin until about 100 years ago, compared 8 with the more than three centuries of growth in this region of the nation. The Granite State increase is really quite remarkable. Ordinarily during war periods, New Hampshire has fared badly population-wise. That was so in the decades of the Civil and First World Wars. This time the effect of wars appears to have been reversed, at least so far as this state is concerned. It might be expected that New Hampshire would show a greater increase in population percentage-wise than Vermont or Maine, its northern neighbors, because the Granite State is proportionately much more industrialized and less dependent upon agriculture. But when the Granite State exceeds Massachusetts and Rhode Island as well in percentage-wise population growth the reasons Autumn leaves floating on Lake Solitude near the summit of Ml. Sunapee. Construction of a chair lift and ski area by the New Hampshire Highway Department on Mt. Sunapee is nearing completion. The area is to be operated by the State Forestry and Recreation Department. Summer recreational facilities are also to be developed on Mt. Sunapee. WINSTON POTE . . ERIC M. SANFORD A recreational area recently developed by the State Forestry and Recreation Department at Echo Lake, Franconia Notch. become more confused. Only Connecticut of the New England states has grown more rapidly than New Hampshire in recent years, and it is in part on the perimeter of the great New York city metropolitan area and has benefited from the expansion of that area. New Hampshire must be coming to share more in the decentralization of industry, in the use of branch plants, in the diversification of its industry, than previously. Set between Maine and Vermont, southern New Hampshire is the geographical center of New England. It thus provides a location from which any part of New 10 The October 1948 England, and especially the northern half, may be most readily reached. This makes the state important in the business of distribution as well as for manufacturing. Perhaps the biggest influence, however, is the desire of people to live in this state. Despite relative prosperity, a growing number of Americans want to live close to the land rather than in urban congestion. To such people New Hampshire is unusually attractive. A good test of this is the high percentage of Dartmouth College graduates, who, coming from all the states of the Union, acquire in four years the desire to remain in New Hampshire or New England. There is something in the air which makes them want to be adopted sons. Economic changes have been making the fulfillment of such desires more and more possible. The expansion of the state's highway system and the extension of electricity into more and more rural areas in the state is opening up greater possibilities for year-round residence in attractive surroundings. Better communication facilities make it possible for people to live on the land but work, whole time or part time, elsewhere. The next census will probably reveal that the growth within the state is in the cities and larger towns, and the townships which surround these centers of growth. The centers are becoming something more than single cities. They are becoming regional groups of cities and towns economically if not politically correlated. This trend is not entirely new, but it apparently has accelerated in the current decade. New Hampshire is fortunate. It is not yet overcrowded as a whole. It still has great areas of very sparse population. It remains at least 70 per cent wooded. It has variety, in both scenery and climate. These surroundings make for relative sanity and a way of life which is conservative. In this atmosphere skills are maintained and resourcefulness remains a common trait. The state's growth is rapid enough. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 AUTUMN IN NORTHERN NEW HAMPSHIRE i '' (7* ^°tt°n Autumn in the valley of the Pilots has a glory all its own. Gold mornings with a dense fog takes the sting out of Jack Frost, followed by glorious sunny days, clear and cool, with that vigorous tang to the air that lifts age and worry from one's shoulders. The Pilots from Devil's Slide at the extreme northern tip to Round Mountain in the south are one grand sweep of castellated peaks, deep ravines and wooded heights, a riot of color mingling green, red, yellow and gold, touched here and there by floating cloud shadows, ever changing. The etched skyline set against a sky of vivid blue presents a picture never to be forgotten, and the despair of artists. Creeping down the mountain slopes to blown pastures and green fields is a vivid landscape, dotted with weathered farm buildings and threaded with blacktop roads and purling trout streams, the arteries of the hills. A cool breeze touches the cheek with a gentle caress, and a hot sun turns the skin to bronze. As you look at the fading summer, a sense of lost loveliness and the approach of winter dampens the ardor and reminds us of the glories of old King Winter, stern and unyielding; but with a softening touch that removes the sting of cold fingers and toes. I love the dark green of fir and spruce and the smooth light green of pine needles, mixed with the flaming maple and sober birch and elm. It's a scene that strikes deep into the soul of a nature lover, especially a born and bred native of New Hampshire with heart, soul and body deep in the hills, valleys, and mountains of his loved home. Mt. Hutchins, the highest peak in the range, its lofty peak thrust deep into the blue dome of the sky, guards range and valley with 12 The October 1948 austere dignity, unmindful of the deep scar of a slide marking its wide, wooded slopes. I see about me comfortable homes and fertile land yielding an abundant harvest and a contented, hardy people. Like their ancestors they are the pioneers of the valley carrying on the traditions of their forefathers. They are hardy and resourceful, and a New Hampshire winter holds no terrors for them; but a wealthofgoodlivingand warmth that defies the cold blasts that sweep about their homes. You can't defeat people like these; they are the salt of the earth, also the pepper. They do big things and clear their way through difficulties that would deter a less resolute people. Words just don't clear the picture of our autumn glories; but it does give a faint inkling of the wonderful panorama spread before us and the slow changes that merge a glorious, colorful autumn into an austere but invigr-orating winter. H. D. BARI-OW Harvesting Apples at Boseawen. 13 Summer has gone, all its marvelous beauties are hidden bv a barren earth; but it will come again for our joy and pleasure. Its beauties sleep, but its memories will be with us to enfold and sustain us until it comes again, and be all the more regally lovely by its long winter sleep locked in the arms of snow, ice and deep frost. New Hampshire Troubadour Front Cover: Mt. Chocorua and Lake Chocorua in late September. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Front Street, Exeter, in autumn. Photo by H. D. Barlow. Frontispiece: Harvest time at Al-stead. Photo by Winston Pote. A list of New Hampshire craftsmen and crafts shops is in preparation by the Industrial Division, State Planning and Development Commission. Bradford, N. H. (U. P.) Deer are proving much too friendly and cows too wild on Bradford's Main Street. The State Fish and Game Department had to help residents protect their gardens from deer, which particularly liked cabbage. Several men had to leave their haying to corner a cow which jumped the pasture fence of Lester F. Hall. — From Brooklyn, N. Y. Eagle Small game hunting prospects are said to be good this year by experts of the New Hampshire Fish and Game Department. Grouse are continuing their increase after a cyclic low about two years ago. The resident population of woodcock, and the numbers in the breeding grounds in the northeastern states and eastern Canadian provinces, is said to be large this year. Ducks are reported to be scarce in the Atlantic flyway, though there is no decline in population from last year. Raccoon are apparently unusually plentiful. No decline has been noted in the supply of cottontail rabbits and varying hares. Small Game Hunting Seasons (all dates inclusive) Grouse (partridge) Oct. 1-Dec. 1 Rabbit (cottontail and varying hare) Oct. 1-Feb. 15 Raccoon — Oct. 1-Dec. 1 Woodcock — Oct. 1-Oct. 31 Pheasant (male) — Oct. 15- Nov. 16 Duck - Oct. 8-19; Nov. 26- Dec. 7. See complete Federal regulations governing hunting of migratory birds. Dear Sirs: We have just had a chance to visit in your state and would like to take this time to tell you of three different times our trip through was made more pleasant. On the border between New Hampshire and Vermont we had 14 The October 1948 paused to check our route when a small telephone lineman's truck pulled up and offered his assistance; again in Littleton in trying to decide a choice of routes a man and woman pulled up in their car and offered very helpful information; and last in Winchester a man left a group he was with and came to our car and offered his assistance. These were all voluntary and widely-spaced instances. Where people are that friendly and courteous to total strangers then they must be very fine neighbors. Needless to say, we had a very fine time in your state. Orland B. Goger Derby, Connecticut, In the autumn of 1746 the regiment of New Hampshire troops commanded by Colonel Atkinson was ordered into the Winnipiseogee country to make winter quarters, and as a picket-post against the incursions of French and Indians from Canada. The regiment built a strong fort in Sanbornton, at the head of Little Bay, and named it Fort Atkinson. The troops remained here for nearly a year in idleness, under the lax discipline of the provincial commanders, and much of the time was spent in fishing and hunting excursions among New Hampshire Troubadour the mountains and on and along Lake Winnipiseogee, in which the character and capabilities of the country as far north as the Sandwich Range were defined and minutely studied. The soldiers carried back the most glowing reports of the country, and, as Potter says, "the expedition, apparently so fruitless, had its immediate advantages, for, aside from the protection afforded by it, the various scouts and fishing expeditions explored minutely the entire basin of the Winnipiseogee, and turned the attention of emigrants and speculators to the fine lands and valuable forests in that section of the province. And as soon as the French and Indian wars were at an end in 1760, the Winnipiseogee basin was at once granted and settled." — From History of Carroll County (1889) Note — Winnipiseogee is one of the many old spellings for Winnipesaukee. — Ed. A new autumn edition of the New Hampshire Recreational Calendar, featuring dates of events, and a timely bulletin on the progress of autumn foliage coloration are available. Ask The Troubadour for your copy. 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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HEATH, Editor volume xviii November, 1948 number 8 THE HARVEST SUPPER Ly $utk & Diefd The Town Hall windows are ruddy and bright, The Harvest Supper will be held tonight. Such a hustle and bustle and smiles of cheer, The country folk gather from far and near To partake of rich, deep chicken pie, Hot rolls and butter — oh me — oh my — Salads and pickles and food galore — You eat until you can hold no more. And when you are feeling quite inert, The good wives, beaming, bring on dessert. Pumpkin pies, mince pies, rich fruit cake — You eat some more though you get an ache — And then, upstairs, you hear the strains Of the fiddle, and promptly forget your pains. So you whirl and bow and "docey doe." And waltz a bit with the lights turned low. You forget your woes, know joy and mirth — Rub elbows with the salt of the earth At the Harvest Supper with the Hayshaker Band - Where you dance and dine on the fat of the land. — From Joe Harrington's column, "All Sorts," in Boston Sunday Post New Hampshire Troubadour 3 A NOVEMBER RAMBLE AT WARNER bu {/[/it far a LDe cJLiie in the Boston Globe I was walking up another hill, to get a closer look at Kearsarge Mountain, when I met an elderly gentleman coming down the road. "When the weather's clear," said he, in answer to my question, "you can see the mountain from the top of the rise there . . . but I think we're going to get a storm." He looked away then, not to the north where the mountain lay, but into the west. Just below us, across a near slope filled with the bare candelabra of the sumacs and lighted by a hundred gay red flower-flames, lay the deep, narrow valley of the Warner River. Rugged hills were massed across the valley — the Mink Hills, the man said they were — and clouds were rolling in over them. "And what is this hill we're on?" I asked. "Tory," said he. "Tory Hill." But of the name's origin he wasn't so sure. "Some old families," he said vaguely. I have since learned that in Revolutionary days a couple of families on the hill were not too enthusiastic over the war. They were pacifists, I gather, rather than real Tories; and in later years they joined the peace-loving Shakers. But fine distinctions are rarely made when tempers run high, so the Tories weren't popular with their patriotic neighbors. Warner people have always been quick to offer themselves in every time of public need — as a war monument in the village, right where this road begins, tells each passer-by. The bronze figure of Warner-born Gen. Walter Harriman, Civil War leader and later New Hampshire Governor, stands on the top of it; but the memorial itself is to Warner men of all wars up to the Spanish — 4 The November 7948 Autumn scene at Goffsiown. HAROLD ORNE and you'll find it supplemented by a World War I tablet on the nearby Town Hall, and a later Honor Roll in front of it. I had come up to Warner from Contoocook — traveling a back road that dodges highway traffic for about two miles. It is not a very pleasant road at first, because of a wide clearing slashed beside it for power lines. But eventually the wires swing off, and rocky pasture lands appear, and stretches of young woodlands — and the road becomes a happier place as it journeys among the trees. Have you ever noticed how fresh and brilliant the pine trees seem when the brighter greens of the hardwoods are gone, and the first early snows have not yet shielded the drabness of the roadsides? In spring and summer pines are dark on road and hill — but m a wmter-touched November day they seem gay, and give a youthful touch to the somber garment of the grizzled year. New Hampshire Troubadour 5 When I had got out to the main road, a young man drew up to give me a lift. "I've got to go to Boston myself," he said, when he learned where I came from. "Got to get my leg fixed." "Having trouble with it?" He reached down below his knee, and rapped. "Artificial," he said. "War?" He nodded. "E.T.O.," he said, simply. I thought of him again when, after he'd let me out in the village, I stood before the honor roll at the town hall. Warner's central village is strung out along the valley, where the highway runs above the river. "It's the Warner River," the young veteran had told me, "but I think there's another name to it." Duck hunting east of Manchester. WESLEY M. KRETSCHMER ^%* It was once called the Almesbury (which is perhaps what he had in mind); and the town bore that name, too. "Old No. 1 — 1735" the Warner welcoming sign reads — and Township No. One it was, legally, in those early times. But the first comers were largely from Amesbury, Mass., and they called their new home after the old one. But, somehow, it came out with an "L" in it. New Almesbury the town remained in popular parlance until the present name * was adopted in 1774. It is a busy place, this town — "Lots of business here," I was told — and it has several stores, a bank, a high school that serves neighboring towns, and the Pills-bury Free Library, given years N In honor of Golonal Johnothan Warner of Portsmouth. - - Ed. The November 7948 ago by Charles A. Pillsbury, the flour man of Minneapolis, who was born here and began business in his father's Warner grocery store. Another of the Pillsburys became a Governor of Wisconsin. Incidentally, Warner has also a third Governor to its credit, but I haven't his name at hand. Down by the Warner River a saw whines, and a plume of steam rises, above busy woodworking mills; and across the stream is the ski slope and tow where winter activities are centered. I can see the "slope" as I stand today on Tory Hill again. It is a later day than that in which I met the elderly gentleman on the hill; and the storm that he predicted has come and gone. The "slope" is whitened by the first light snow . . . and there are touches of white here on Tory Hill. And when I go up again to the topmost rise, Kearsarge Mountain lies out ahead with the morning sun bright on it. Its summit glitters. White snowfields are on its flanks. O lift thy head, thou mountain lone, And mate thee with the sun! apostrophizes Edna Dean Proctor; and her wish is come to pass here today. Kearsarge is not a high mountain, but it stands apart from its neighbors, bold and bright and impressive. This is the original Kearsarge, and is not to be confused with the North Conway peak that is properly Pequawket. The Warner mountain gave its name to the U. S. S. Kearsarge of Civil War fame. A boulder from its slopes, given by the townspeople, is the base for a tablet at the grave of Rear Adm. John A. Winslow, commander of the Kearsarge when she sank the Confederate warship Alabama. He is buried at Forest Hills. From Tory Hill I look off at the mountain, which once I had climbed and had hoped to again. It is no climb at all, for there's been a carriage road up it since the 1870's. But this is no time for mountaineering. So, with a last look, I turn back to town. New Hampshire Troubadour 7 AMONG THE GREAT OF THE GRANITE STATE bu /4. cJJuane S^auireSj J^h. JJj. Colby Junior College I. LEWIS CASS (October 9, 1782-June 17, 1866) Just a century ago, in November, 1848, the Democratic party nominated Lewis Cass for the presidency. He was unsuccessful in that quest, but it was only an incident in the long and noteworthy career of this remarkable son of New Hampshire. Lewis Cass was born at Exeter in the same year as Daniel Webster. He attended Exeter Academy in company with young Webster, and many times in his later life crossed the path of that other distinguished Granite State native. In early manhood Cass went to Ohio and participated gallantly in the War of 1812. Following this conflict he was named Governor of Michigan Territory, and for seventeen years held that office. In the course of his administration he visited every nook and corner of his vast domain which, in the early days, in addition to Michigan as we know it, comprised most of Wisconsin and Minnesota as well. That famous Minnesota tourist attraction, Cass Lake, was named by Henry R. Schoolcraft in honor of one of Governor Cass's inspection trips there in 1820. President Andrew Jackson appointed Cass Secretary of War in 1831, and later "Old Hickory" named him American Minister to France. He was chosen U. S. Senator from Michigan in 1845, and was Secretary of State under President Buchanan from 1857 to 1860. Although almost eighty years old when the Civil War began in 1861, Cass was actively interested in the course of the conflict, and was often called upon for advice and counsel. Lewis Cass manifested in politics many of the qualities which we 8 like to think of as characteristic of New Hampshire: devotion to public service without thought of personal gain; intense loyalty to the national welfare as opposed to the merely sectional or local; self-control, humor, and hard work. He was a man who should be emulated in our generation. THE NEW SETTLERS by ^-Menry //. ^tndreivd, /4r. During the long winter months when of necessity we pursue a livelihood far away from our New Hampshire farm we try to keep in touch with the countryside and the people of the beloved summer The New Hampshire Highway Department takes pride in the recently completed highway at Meredith, shown above (looking south), which by-passes the business section and eliminates a railroad crossing. Skirting the shore of Meredith Bay, it gives the motorist a beautiful view of Lake Winnipesaukee, and saves him at least four minutes' driving time. PAUL s. OTIS WENDAY View from Bow. months. The Troubadour helps more than a little, occasional letters from neighbors and other tidings of the hills drift in and are all welcomed. But a short time ago in a weekly newspaper we read with a mingled feeling of hurt pride and partial admission of justice a denunciation of the summer throngs who lightly invade the granite hills each summer. All sorts of folks live year 'round on the farms near ours and all sorts pour in for their few weeks of freedom from spring to fall, and even winter now. There are some of these vacationers that we meet on the lake shores, at country auctions, or along the roads who still look on the hill folks as remnants of a curious rural age. We're not proud of this minority any more than the old New Hampshire-men who always see through the veneer of their false city culture. And by contrast I am reminded of some of our summer-farmer friends in Sanbornton—and any other of dozens of towns would tally to the same account. One blustery day a few years ago the Parkers from down Boston way trudged up the steep hill to the old place that Robert Hunkins Jr. built in the very early years of the 10 The November 1948 last century. His father, a founder of one of our first families in town, arrived in 1788 to clear the unbroken forest and build a home for his young wife and growing family. But after more than a century and a quarter of honest wear Robert, Jr.'s home was just another nearly-deserted farm — broken windows, a leaky roof, and all that goes with the beginning-of-the-end for a hill farm. It was a spark of family life that had been nurtured into a glowing flame so long ago, but now just another dead load on the town's tax books. The restoration of this place, creating new beauty while holding the mellow patina of the decades needs no detailed elaboration. With sweat and toil it was fashioned into a living thing again where children play in the shade of old apple trees and fish in a nearby brook. It is not an especially unique story and the fact that another crumbling farm has been saved from oblivion and that a city man provides his family from his own garden — even these do not come quite to the point. But the love that has gone into this re-creation is as fine as the pioneering spirit of the Hunkins who cleared the pines from the hillsides. When these "new settlers" come with the spirit of a Stark, when they come to add their bit to the grandeur of the hills, to leave a better place than they found, then they have come to stay and they will do credit to New Hampshire. There are those who deplore the passing of the old ways, the farm lands grown to forest again, and the cellar holes by the wayside. There is much that was fine in the New England of a century ago, much in the customs, the morals and plain everyday living that cannot be replaced by any number of modern conveniences. We reached a golden age before the old settlers' families began to turn cityward and westward — but there are more golden ages for New Hampshire, and we summer farmers, or new settlers if you wish, are seeing to it that the old beauty is restored and new ones added. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 WILD RESTAURANTS bu s4ohn vDrevinan Abandoned apple orchards, when they are within or on the edge of wilderness areas, are interesting places in the fall. Almost every kind of New Hampshire game seems to visit them, some for the small scabby fruit that lies on the ground, and some to prey upon the smaller creatures that feast on the apples. Some of the wild orchards are small and consist of a few gnarled trees behind a decaying barn or cellar hole; others cover many acres of rolling sidehill; and there are a few that seem miles in extent because they mark several connected abandoned farms. The forest moves slowly into these orchards, first with briars, hardhack and saplings, and then with big trees that slowly choke out the gnarled apples. There is a favorite wild orchard that I remember well for the variety of game I saw in it one November morning. It occupies several acres of a knoll in a semi-circular valley that is enclosed by high ridges topped with spruce. The sun had not risen above the spruces, and the brown grass was crocheted with frosty cobwebs when I entered the orchard. A cottontail rabbit thumped and streaked off through the hard-hack. I did not shoot, because I had grouse on my mind. When I stooped to examine the apples under the first tree a young coon burst out of a thick place and ran up the knoll and quickly out of sight. A few yards further on a porcupine looked sleepily out of a sapling with stupid black eyes. A little later I heard the unmistakable snort of a deer and caught a glimpse of its white flag as it crashed down off the knoll and toward the timbered ridge. This angered a red squirrel that had been drying apples. Proceeding, I saw a field mouse, two porcupines and a varying 12 The November 1948 hare before nearing a clump of thick pines near the end of the orchard. I had not seen any grouse. An open space with two apple trees just beyond the clump of pines was a likely place and I took care not to make noise as I approached. Suddenly I heard the unmistakable ccquit-quit-quit" of a grouse and the rustle of bird feet on fallen leaves. It sounded like a covey, and I expected them to fly when I stepped out of the pines into the open space. HAROLD ORNE Deer hunters are often favored with early snow in northern New Hampshire. The scene above is First Connecticut Lake, Pittsburg, and Mt. Magalloway. I stepped out, tense, with gun half raised, and looked straight into the eyes of a huge bull elk that stood motionless under an apple tree a few feet away. We regarded each other for a very long minute. It looked as big as a horse. Presently it turned its head away and trotted leisurely off. I heard the sound of at least two other elk,* but the underbrush was too thick to see them. The grouse, five of them, rocketed into the timber, too, before I had enough presence of mind to shoot. On the way back through the orchard by another path I heard but didn't see another cottontail and had a fleeting glimpse of a fox (at least I like to think it was), but there were no more grouse. It's funny how vividly you can remember a hunting trip even though you didn't fire a shot! *The elk were evidently part of a herd that was liberated on the Pillsbury Reservation in Washington, New Hampshire, quite a few years ago. The herd multiplied and spread over a large area in the western part of the state, numbering at one time over two hundred head.—J. B. New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Hunter and dog near Randolph. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Early snow on the Presidential Range, seen from Jefferson on the Meadow Road, connecting the Presidential Highway in Randolph with Route 115. The mountains (from the left) are Madison, Adams, Jefferson, and Washington. Photo by Winston Pote. Frontispiece : Methodist Church at Stark in Autumn. Photo by Winston Pote. A second series of short biographical sketches by J. Duane Squires, chairman of the department of social sciences at Colby Junior College, New London, is begun in this issue of The Troubadour. The earlier sketches were on T. S. Lowe, Ada L. Howard, William Ladd, Sarah J. Hale, and Horace Greeley, appearing in issues from October 1942 to April 1943. As many Troubadour readers know, the country is generously sprinkled with New Hampshire ''press agents" of all ages, who lose no opportunity to sing praises of the state. Fifth-grader Paul F. West recently gave the following talk in his classroom at Elmhurst, Illinois: "Driving through the White Mountains of New Hampshire, one sees vast stretches of forest and mountain land. As you pass along the highway you see an area of rock which looks like any other rock until you reach a certain point. There you see in Nature's most luxurious beauty, out of sheer rock, the face of a proud Indian chief. "Passing other beautiful mountains and Profile Lake one sees another similar cliff, and coming around another bend in the road, one sees on the cliff a true-to-life face of a man — the Old Man of the Mountains. "The White Mountains are visited every year by many people. On your next vacation why not see the world's most beautiful mountainous area — the White Mountains of New Hampshire." The New Hampshire roadside improvement contest, in its first year, aroused much interest in the value of and need for beautification along our highways. Contestants not only have improved the appearance of "measured miles" but also have provided such facilities as picnic tables and off-the-road parking strips. Prize winners were as follows: 14 The November 1948 first, Woodstock Garden Club; second, Haven Hill Garden Club of Rochester; third, White Mountain Garden Club of Lisbon and vicinity; fourth, Barrington Garden Club; for best planting work finished, Greenleaf Civics Club of Franconia; for poison ivy eradication, New London Garden Club; for individual effort in planting, Julius Mason of Hanover; for most perfectly kept mile, George Proctor, Wilton; for forestry work, Donald C. Kimball, Franklin. It has been announced that the contest will continue for another year. Prizes are donated by Harold Alexander Ley of Melvin Village, New Hampshire, and of New York. The contest is conducted by a committee which was called together by the University of New Hampshire Extension Service, and it is also sponsored by the New Hampshire State Highway Department and several other agencies. In 1763 General Jonathan Moul-ton, of Hampton, a personal friend of Gov. Benning Wentworth, and a grantee of Moultonborough, hoisted a British flag upon the horns of an enormous ox weighing 1,400 pounds, which he had fattened for the purpose, and with drum and fife ac- New Hampshire Troubadour companiment and a great parade, drove it to Portsmouth as a present for the governor. He refused all compensation, but as a slight token of esteem from so dear a friend, he would accept a charter of a small gore of land he had discovered adjoining Moultonborough. The governor pleasantly had the grant issued. It conveyed to the wily general 26,972 acres of land, now comprising the towns of New Hampton and Centre Harbor. — From History of Carroll County (1889) I have seen references in The Troubadour to Frog Rock, but no pictures. I enclose an old print of this interesting old landmark, which in years past was often the scene of our family picnics. Harold C. Hutchinson, Milford, N. H. Frog Rock at Now Boston DIVIDENDS A "buck" a day is all we're paid But yet this morning in a glade I saw a deer, a pretty thing. Until I started working here Just think, I'd never seen a deer. (Of course I may have seen a few Moping and hoping in a zoo.) Another thing I never knew Is what the smell of pines can do In somehow helping you to find The real resources of your mind — I feel — it may seem odd — We're getting extra pay from God. — By a young man enrolled in a New Hampshire CCC camp during the nineteen thirties. 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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 1945ADOU1 But, to New England eyes, is anything More beautiful than apple trees in bloom Or the green haze of Spring upon the hills? — From "Home-Coming," by Mazie V. Carruthers VINSTON POTE 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 XVMay,7 9-45NUMBER 2 NEWHAMPSHIREFEDERATIONOF GARDENCLUBS by Mrs. James A. Funkhouser "Come into our garden, friends, for we adore it and wish to share its treasures with thee " — Lyman. Gardening is a never-ending joy. We plan, plow and plant weed, work and wait then reap, in beauty and in cupboards full of winter stores, the fruition of our dreams. When the harvest is gathered, the flower and vegetable beds made ready for the winter, it is time to read next year's catalogs and plan the new fabulous beauties of the season to come. Beate Hahn in her lecture, "Live With Your Garden" says, "Gardening is the one thing that brings youth and age together and makes them equals. The age of two is not too young to start gardening, and one is never too old." New Hampshire Troubadour3 HAROLD ORNS The The Garden at Webster Lake, Franklin kiss of the sun for pardon.One is nearer God's Heart in a garden song of the birds for mirth.Than anywhere else on earth. — From "God's Garden," by Dorothy Frances Gurney Capt. James B. Goyne of Princeton, N. J., chief of the Hospital Reconditioning Service, is enthusiastic about this "green thumb" medicine. "Few prescriptions have been as effective in healing sick minds and bodies as that of garden work." Dr. Allen R. Dafoe says, "I still prescribe gardening. It's as subtle as the soothing power of music only ten times more potent." Visiting other gardens always gives incentive to both the visitor and the gardener. The Troubadour has available to all interested, 4The May 1945 the New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs list of gardens to visit in this state. There are thirty-five Garden Clubs in the State Federation, all striving toward the same goal recommended by the National Council of State Garden Clubs. First, that of Education, teaching people to garden more intelligently. Second, Victory Gardening, every home to have its own vegetable garden. Third, Conservation of our Natural Resources. Fourth, to assist in giving Hospital Service. The Garden Clubs of this State have given much time and effort to Hospital Service work, under the Red Cross. Flower carts, from which each boy may choose the flower he likes best for his bedside table, Xmas trees and other Yuletide decorations, gardens for the men, and the landscaping of the grounds around the Grenier, Langdon and Portsmouth Hospitals for Service Men. These are just a few of the many services rendered by the organization. The clubs have worked with Defense Units in setting up Garden Areas, answering questions, and generally assisting those in charge of Victory Garden programs. The Extension Department at the University of New Hampshire offers two garden courses, one Small Fruits, and the other Vegetable Gardening. In Conservation, work has been done to preserve our native wild plants, fast disappearing through careless pulling and cutting. A list of what to pick and what to save has been compiled. Bird study and work with Junior Garden Clubs is another feature. Training our youth to build gardens, and to care for wild plants and birds, will make them better citizens of the future. The Federation is active in the keeping of our natural beauties free from ugly advertising, and in assisting roadside developments with plantings. There are times to play as well as to work, and one of the most delightful is New England Day, celebrated each year at the Champlin Home near Rochester. There people from all over New England meet, and become friends and workers together. New Hampshire Troubadour5 MY HOME STATE by Dorothy Q. Bastile As an old-time resident of New Hampshire I would like to take a bit of time, and delve into the inner thoughts and feelings of my mind, and "open up" with a word of affection for the little state which has brought me so much enjoyment. I think if one is fortunate enough to travel about even on the outer edges of New England, one learns very quickly to appreciate more acutely the loveliness of New England within its borders, and to draw the line even closer, to realize the qualities of the state of New Hampshire. Here one finds, by comparison with other states, a quite small one, within which is considerable variation of landscape. In the southern section is what is called the "Monadnock Region." It centers around the one sizable mountain of that name which rises about 3,100 feet above sea-level. For the most part, however, it is low hills — up-hill and down-dale country, with clear air, white pine forests, and charming towns and villages. Then there is the Lakes Region in midstate, beautiful beyond description, where Lake Winnipesaukee, the largest of the group, spreads out into coves and bays and distant stretches for many miles. For its background it has the blue outline of the range of mountains to the north. Covering a large area of wild and rugged country, the mountains there vary in height, but are steep and wooded, and rocky-near their summits — as the well-cut face of the "Old Man of the Mountains" will testify. They roll on one after another as if glad of each other's company and proud of their dignity and grandeur. Down through their vales (or notches, as the Franconia and Crawford highways are called) twist and wind the roadways through which men may drive or walk, there to sense their own 6The May 1945 WINSTON POTS SixH.P.double-disk harrow at work under the shadow of Mts. Madison and Adams near Gorham littleness, yet feel the uplift which binds men's souls to the spirit of the God over us all. Down from the mountains with foaming fury rush the waterfalls. They find their way through rocky channels and into glassy pools, where, crystal-clear, they hush you to silence and inward reflection. Coming down from the mountains, and heading due east, you will come to a neat bit of coast-line where the waters of the Atlantic New Hampshire Troubadour7 FRANKLIN Named in honor of Benjamin Franklin, the city was incorporated in 1828 from parts of Andover, Salisbury, Northfield, and Sanbornton It became a city in 1895 Top row: 1. High School. 2. Main Street 3. Public Library. Center right: Birthplace of Daniel Webster Bottom row: 1. Congregational Church and a Bust of Daniel Webster, “New Hampshire’s greatest son." 2. The Armory. 3. Mills on the Winnipesaukee River. Photos by B. P. Atkinson, E. D. Currier, Shoreye Studio and Harold Orne. V^Sr-AT HAROLD ORNE A service man on furlough and his wife climbing up the Boott Spur Trail on Mt. Washington. In the valley at right is the Tuckerman Ravine Shelter (WMNF) wash ceaselessly into the soft shelters of sandy beach along through the township of the Hamptons. Going back inland for a very short distance you travel past wide and fertile fields, cattle grazing, corn growing. Beautiful old farms that — true — have seen better days, but still stand erect and dignified in their Colonial architecture, and remind one of the days of their beginning when the pioneers had high standards of workmanship and construction, and built their homes, not only in perfect taste, but to last, and in well-chosen sites. It would seem that their own day was one of peace 10 The May 1945 and plenty, yet such could not have been the case as it was their lot to clear the land of trees, stubble, and rock, and to make what now are such pleasant fields and good turf land. Added to such difficulties must have been that of accumulating their materials. Hand-hewn wood, hand-made bricks, hand-wrought wooden pegs and nails no roadways such as we take so for granted, but everything drawn over rough trails, probably by oxen. All errands in their time were carried out on horseback, and over long distances, for the wives and mothers as well as the men of their families. These are only a few of the thoughts that make one appreciate the smiling, pleasant beauty of this section of New Hampshire countryside. The city of Portsmouth in this vicinity has true dignity and atmosphere, bred by time, and the character of its citizens, and savors of maritime history as it goes back in American history as an important seaport. In my own section of the state, the southern part, there is a peculiar intimacy that grows in you with the years, and bids you never turn your back on it without the promise of coming back. Here the towns and villages are truly New England in the best sense — as they keep open the door to the outsider, and it is his own fault if he fails to catch the spirit which so binds him to it. People here are like people everywhere no doubt, yet there is some real here. The best of those who have "always lived here" are un-trammeled in their spirit of intelligence, kindness, and honesty, and one soon learns to mingle his own interests and feelings with theirs, and to breathe deep with a sense of trust and a happier consciousness of really "coming home." With my son, who is with the fighting forces in Britain, I share the love of this corner of the globe. It helps me to await his safe return, as I feel sure it helps him to meet the task at hand, with something of the courage and high purpose instilled by the air and the atmosphere of this little section of the world. New Hampshire Troubadour11 TOALLRESIDENTSOF NEWHAMPSHIRE in the Armed Forces of the United States Greetings: The Legislature of 1943 passed a Joint Resolution directing the State Planning and Development Commission to send the Troubadour to you without charge and provided an appropriation of seven thousand five hundred dollars ($7,500) a year for that purpose. The Legislature now in session has passed the following: STATE OF NEW HAMPSHIRE In the year of Our Lord One thousand nine hundred and forty-five Joint Resolution Providing for the Mailing of the New Hampshire Troubadour To Residents of the State in the Armed Forces of the United States. Resolved by the Senate and House of Representatives in General Court convened: That the sum of twelve thousand dollars ($12,000) be and the same is hereby appropriated for the year 1946 and a like sum for the year 1947 for the purpose of publishing and mailing the New Hampshire Troubadour to all residents of the State of New Hampshire while they serve in the armed forces of the United States, on condition that names and addresses shall be submitted to the state planning and development commission by recognized organizations who shall correct their lists at least once each month. Said funds shall be expended under the direction of the state planning and development commission and any unexpended portion of this appropriation shall lapse and shall not be transferred to any other appropriation. 12The May 1945 ■ MANAHAN STUDIO Salmon fishing at inlet of First Connecticut Lake, Pittsburg And so it is our privilege and pleasure to announce that you are to continue to receive the Troubadour if you will make arrangements to have us fully posted at all times on your current address. We realize that letter-writing is at times difficult and sometimes impossible but just a post card announcing any change of address is all that is necessary. In closing I wish to repeat what I said when announcing the action of the Legislature in the July, 1943 issue of the Troubadour: "It is our hope that the Troubadour not only will be a monthly reminder that the home folks don't forget, but that it may also show you Home as you left it and as we are trying to do our part in keeping it for you."Donald Tuttle, Editor New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Old house in Hopkinton. Kodachrome by Wenday. Back Cover: Sandwich Dome over Plummer Pond, Sandwich. Photo by Harrison Fisk. The New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs is compiling a list of 100 or more gardens which are open to visitors. Copies may be obtained from Mrs. Arthur A. Pen-nock, Littleton, New Hampshire. Recently a young woman applied at one of the United States Employment Service offices for permission to transfer to a different job. Referral was denied by the interviewer because the girl was employed in an essential shoe shop and wanted to transfer to a job in a less essential plant. But she was persistent and attempted to press her point with what she thought was a strong argument. She had overheard the foreman who wanted to employ her say he had a bottleneck in his department and needed her badly. Taking that as her cue, she insisted that the job she wanted was much more important to the war effort than the one she had because, she explained, she was to work on a "bottleneck ma- chine." And she stoutly maintained that she had had "lots of experience"asabottleneckmachine operator. —Concord Monitor The purple lilac is the official state flower of New Hampshire. An Admiralty village WAVE says she's had a national romance. She was born in New Hampshire, enlisted while living in Maine, met her future husband in Oklahoma, received her engagement ring from California, her wedding ring from Arizona, and was married in New Mexico. Then she was stationed in Washington, D. O, and he in Gulf-port, Miss. Now he's a pilot of a FlyingFortressintheEuropean theater. —Concord Monitor Here are some famous newspaper men who were born in New Hampshire: Horace Greeley, founder of the New York Tribune, at Amherst Charles A. Dana, editor of the New York Sun, at Hinsdale Horace White, editor of the New York Tribune and the New York Evening Post, at Colebrook Charles R. Miller, editor of the NewYorkTimes, at 14 The May 1945 Hanover Stilson Hutchins, founder of the Washington Post, at Whitefield and John Wentworth, founder and editor of the Democrat, the first newspaper in Chicago, at Sandwich. Here are some items from the 1856 ledger of Thompson and Davis, Newmarket: July 17 1 Dust Brush .35 1 Stove Brush .17 1 Parlor Stove 5.00 1 Box Stove 1 .50 679 lbs. Hard Coal 2.72 1 Pair Brittania Lamps 1 .00 1 Coal Shovel .35 ^W The Indians used to wear long hair the same as men had done in England. Whatever the Indians did was regarded as " barbarous." So the belief developed that men who wore long hair were barbarians. In 1648 the wearing of long hair was condemned by the Church as sinful. The Governor, Deputy Governor, and magistrates entered into an association to prevent it. "Forasmuch as the wearing of long hair," their proclamation read, "after the manner of ruffians and barbarous Indians, has begun to in- New Hampshire Troubadour vade New England, contrary to the rule of God's word, which says it is a shame for a man to wear long hair, we do declare and manifest our dislike and detestation against the wearing of such long hair, as against a thing uncivil and unmanly, whereby men do deform themselves and do corrupt good manners." — Pillsbury's History of New Hampshire MEMORIES By Richard Birch Some small things will remain with me No matter where I go The fragrance of a mountain trail, Moon shadows far below The saffron tint of early morn, Its chill and searching breeze The scarlet hue of bunch berries, Clustered beneath the trees The silver needles of the rain, Beating hard against my face The rainbow up against the sky, The fleeting storm to chase. These things they will remain with me, No matter where I go. The open road, the woods of home, Because I love them so. — From "The Classical Review" of The Classical High School, Providence, Rhode Island 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD.N H r WHETSTONES by Madeleine Burch Cole IN APPALACHIA There are those that love the surging crowds, Or roam a restless sea, But the upland slope and tinkling bells Are heaven enough for me. There are those that need to whet their lance Against a throbbing throng But the stone that whets my blade the best Is a wood thrush and its song, And the still, cool aisles of forest shade, And a sapphire mountain lake Where the doe and buck come down to drink With the loon and lone wild drake. 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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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR WiNSTON POTE Upper slope of the headwall of Tucker man Ravine, "The Snow Bowl," Mt. Washington. Spring skiing will be enjoyed here through the month of May and possibly part of June The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XVApril,I 9-45NUMBER 1 SAPTIME by Lewis C. Swain Acting Extension Forester, University of New Hampshire Who first tapped a maple tree in New Hampshire or where he dwelt is a matter of historical conjecture. But whoever he was, his example has been followed with unfailing regularity each spring as snow begins to settle in the woods. Some call it rock maple and others hard maple, but the name preferred by most is sugar maple. Of all sap producing trees, it is the sweetest and its virtues have been sung since that early day in history when somebody first tapped a tree. From tidewater to Pittsburg it's just the same, with no town excepted — buckets, pails, jars, hanging on trees along the road. Anything to catch the sweet sap dripping from rough wooden spiles or patented metal spouts. You may criticize the methods and utensils, but each sugar-maker will tell you that his product is unexcelled, for didn't he learn how to make it thick and dark — or light as amber, or to lake it off just when — well, that's how grandfather did it. New Hampshire Troubadour3 The best of it is that there's fun in it along with a lot of hard work. The little girl in the red dress, bare legs and galoshes, strives just as hard to carry her small pail of sap without spilling as the 88-year-old veteran with his wooden yoke and brace of buckets. Lest you gain the impression that this is the way New Hampshire maple producers go about making their two, three or five hundred gallons of syrup, you may recall the sugar house at the edge of the maple grove. And if you are one of the fortunate, you remember the sugaring-off party you went to. Yes, they still use oxen to haul collecting tanks, though there aren't as many as there used to be. Horses are more commonly seen working around the sugar bush. Instead of old-fashioned pans set on brick arches, shining evaporators now send up clouds of steam through ventilators in the roof. To each visitor it seems incredible that cold sap from the storage tank comes in at one end of the evaporator and that only a dozen or fifteen feet away at the other end finished syrup is bubbling seven degrees higher than the temperature of boiling water. And this, by the way, is the point at which the syrup is drawn off. Many people use the hydrometer to be sure of exact density and only recently a new standardizing instrument called a hydrotherm has put in an appearance. No two sugar houses will be found just alike. Each is built according to ideas or whims, but the essentials are always there. First in importance is a good supply of dry wood, for once a fire is started under the evaporator the sap must boil rapidly to make high quality syrup. Some say that it takes a cord of wood for every 60 to 70 buckets hung on the trees. A bench or table, stools, backless chairs and sometimes a stove help to make the rustic appearance just about complete. Over near Winnipesaukee is a sugar house like that, and on the stove there's always a coffee pot. Night sap boiling, with some of the neighbors dropping in, a cup of coffee, some home-made doughnuts and plenty of new syrup — well, that's as right as anything can be. 4The April 1945 INTERNATIONAL NEWS PHOTOS Samuel W. Smith of High Maples Farm, Gilford, with the aid of competent helpers, gathering sap for maple syrup The smell of wood smoke in the grove, of steaming syrup nearly done, and even tobacco, leaves an impression never to be erased from memory. Nights when ice forms in the sap buckets with warm, thawing sunshine the next day are best for good sap flow. It takes a barrel or more of sap to make a gallon of syrup and when the run is favorable, everybody is on the jump. Pails on trees are full and running over, boiling is at top speed in the evaporator and it's work around the clock. One veteran of many a maple season said he hoped to be able to fill his syrup orders, already at the five hundred gallon mark. Did he really enjoy it or was it just a lot of hard work? You should have seen his eyes light up when he said, "Yes, I like it." New Hampshire Troubadour5 The old trees, some tapped more than fifty years, are weather beaten and a little infirm. They have lived useful lives, giving pleasure and profit. Each one has provided sap for sweet maple syrup, or delightful scalloped sugar cakes, and perhaps maple candies, heart or leaf shaped. Some people are caring for young trees to replace the older ones as they drop out one by one. And this is as it should be. May the time never come when Mother, Dad and the children fail to greet springtime as saptime. SUNSETATNEWFOUNDLAKE by Alden Paul Gurney U.S.N.R. S.2/c Evening was drawing near, and the sun began to settle behind Sugar Loaf Mountain. The lake looked like a giant mirror reflecting the colors of the sky and the blue of the mountain. Bright red shaded gently and smoothly into a light orange, and finally into the gray of evening. The mountain, capped with blue haze, stood in bold relief against the sunset glow. Off the lake drifted a large silvery cloud which wound its way through the valley and seemed to make a path to the heavens. As the sun sank lower the mountain became gray in color, light at the top and gradually deepening into darkness at the base. A soft wind blew through the pine trees, making a low, eerie whispering sound that seemed to be the voice of the forest. An eagle circling the lake turned towards its nest on a barren tree high on a lofty crag. All the earth seemed to become peaceful as God gently pulled the blanket of evening over the world and tucked it to sleep for the night. 6The April 1945 "WHENCECOMETHMYHELP" by Odell Shepard Let me sleep among the shadows of the mountains when I die, In the murmur of the pines and sliding streams, Where the long day loiters by Like a cloud across the sky, Where the moon-drenched night is musical with dreams. Lay me down within a canyon of the mountains, far away, In a valley filled with dim and rosy light, Where the flashing rivers play Out across the golden day, And a noise of many waters brims the night. All the wisdom, all the beauty I have lived for, unaware, Came upon me by the banks of upland rills I have seen God walking there In the solemn soundless air When the morning wakened wonder in the hills. I am what the mountains made me, of their green and gold and gray, Of the dawnlight and the moonlight and the foam.... Mighty mothers far away, Ye, who washed my soul in spray, I am coming, mother mountains, coming home. When I draw my dreams about me, when I leave the darkling plain Where my soul forgets to soar and learns to plod, I shall go back home again To the kingdoms of the rain, To the blue purlieus of heaven, nearer God. Where the rose of dawn blooms earlier across the miles of mist, Between the tides of sundown and moonrise I shall keep a lover's tryst With the gold and amethyst, With the stars for my companions in the skies. From "The Oxford Book of American Verse," by Bliss Carman New Hampshire Troubadour7 ROCHESTER Rochester, incorporated in 1722, and including what are now Farmington and Milton, became a city in 1891. Top row, left to right: 1. The Square. 2. City Hall. 3. Main Street from the Square. Middle row: 1. Honor Roll in front of City Hall. 2. Home of the late Ex. Gov. Rolland Spaulding. Bottom row: 1. Cocheco River from North Main Street Bridge. 2. Spaulding High School Athletic Field. 3. Frisbie Memorial Hospital. All photos by A. Thornton Gray New Boston, home of the Molly Stark Gun of Revolutionary War Time, an unspoiled hill town with many fine farms —year-round and summer homes, and magnificent views from its encircling hills, OLDNEWHAMPSHIRE by Engign Sid Dimond U.S.N.R. Fellows in the service are constantly exposed to information on "what they are fighting for." Of course, every man has his own conception of the ideals involved in this struggle. Most of us, as everyday human beings, find these elements best expressed in just one word . . . democracy. And so, realizing that democracy (with its related freedoms) is the reason for whatever sacrifices are necessary to win the war, we find ourselves asking, "What does democracy mean to me?" The answer is usually based on the so-called "little" comforts and pleasures of life which have come into our lives as a result of living under that system of government. 10 The April 1945 What are some of these comforts and pleasures? The wife . . . Mom . . . the family. The dear ones are always first, especially when things are going badly and one is lonely. But always there, running for second place, is the home town, the state, and all it has to offer. Now it seems to me that we from New Hampshire are especially fortunate in that direction. As we look back over the days when we were just civilians, hundreds of precious memories are recalled. In my particular case, it's the smell of boiling maple sap in the pans at Granddad's maple sugar house in Penacook . . . swimming and boating at the State's largest lake ... or the thrill of a first Tramway ride, especially when the Tram passes over the supports and you suddenly realize that you are hundreds of feet above a tiny, green, miniature forest. Or, perhaps, standing on the top of Rattlesnake Hill and watching the hustle and bustle of Concord as though it were just a toy model of a town . . . the placid Merrimack threading its way toward Manchester, and infinite busses and trains going their way. Yeah, that's New Hampshire! Or, perhaps, it's just a stroll through the picturesque State campus at Durham, or a Sunday afternoon dip at the State beach down Hampton way! And many is the week end the boys and I have enjoyed a trek to the summit of Mt. Washington, or a drive to the Ski Tow, passing through Crawford Notch for another peek at nature's panorama. Most of us have our own little spot in New Hampshire where we feel closer to God through the beauty of Mother Nature . . . and thoughts go back there sometimes. With me, it's a little out-of-the-way place called Broad Cove, just outside of Hopkinton, where man's civilization hasn't touched the rugged scenery. There I can think ... free from the maddening pace of the modern world. Shucks, there are many others which could be mentioned . . . but each man has his own particular places . . . his own particular memories ... and his own particular plans for those glorious New Hampshire Troubadour11 days after victory has become ours. Maybe it's a fishing and camping (or skiing trip) in the White Mountains ... or, perhaps, just a new home built down Epsom way. But whatever it is, in a way it is helping to win the war. For, as one of my friends in North Africa wrote, "The memories we cherish, and the plans for future pleasures, always make our present situation seem a little more bearable. Yup, it sure helps!" Back in Garrison School in Concord our teacher taught us a song which has, time and time again, run through my mind. Never has it meant more to me than at the present moment. It is our State Song, and part of it goes something like this: "With a skill that knows no measure .. . God made the rugged old Granite State!" One of these days, old Granite State, we're coming back . . . and when we do we'll be better Americans . . . better able to appreciate what has been placed for us, and built for us, from the shores of the Atlantic to the snow-capped splendor of our mountain ranges! NEWHAMPSHIRETOWNMEETINGS (Quoted by permission from Time magazine of March 26) It was fine town-meeting weather. The roads were passable. Spring was on its way. The good citizens of New Hampshire met, as they have every spring for 150 years or more, to elect the township officers, approve or amend the budgets, define the general policy of 224 towns for the coming year. It was the purest and the oldest manifestation of democracy in the U.S. Mindful of the unusually heavy snows and the discomfort of the past winter, the cautious people of the Granite State unbound their wallets, voted to buy record amounts of snow-removal and bridge-building equipment. They laid out unusually large sums, too, for 12The April 1945 Colburn Park and main business section of Lebanon such postwar projects as road construction, sewer systems, sewage disposal, and memorials for their servicemen. Pembroke decided to auction off its police station to the highest bidder. Weare sold its tramp house for $1 — cash. Dorchester recessed at noon for a hot dinner and homemade fudge. Oldtimers pondered Surry's attendance — the smallest town meeting in years — and concluded that "everybody's working." Mason was pleased that its police department cost only $8 in 1944, but voted to give it an additional $17 for 1945. Rye felicitated its venerable town clerk on his 83 years and his 58th term in office. These were the normal, every-year matters of New Hampshire living. But this year, as never before, the sights of New Hampshire-men were set on wider horizons. At the bottom of every ballot in every town was a searching question: "To see if the town will vote to support United States membership in a general system of inter- New Hampshire Troubadour 13 national cooperation, such as that proposed at the Dumbarton Oaks Conference, having police power to maintain the peace of the world." The question had . . . become Senate Joint Resolution No. 1. In most towns there was little debate on it, and most townsfolk admitted that they did not know much about the plan. But they gave international cooperation a thumping (18-to-l) yea. Their sons were fighting all over the world, and they were for anything that gave hope of keeping it from happening again.. . . Front Cover: Mt. Washington and Peabody River from Gorham in April. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Adams from the Glen in April. Photograph by Winston Pote. Spring fishing on New Hampshire lakes begins April 15, with trolling for lake trout and salmon. On the same day the season opens for brook trout at Lake Sunapee, New London, and at Pleasant Lake, Elkins. Elsewhere in the state the brook trout season opens May 1. Mild weather in late February and in March has advanced spring fishing conditions by about two weeks. The brook trout daily limit is 15 fish, six inches or more in length, or five pounds, except that at Sunapee the minimum length is ten inches, and in northern Coos County there are a few special regulations. Anglers are advised to consult the fishing laws to be sure that they remain within the regulations. A copy will be sent on request. The youngest and one of the most active agricultural organizations of the state is the New Hampshire Maple Producers Association. There are now 116 members. "Two crocheted bonnets," by Sarah K. Colony. Our own judgment was, if they were intended for bonnets, they would ornament the head of a lady to the best advantage in the shade, when the mercury stood about 90. 14 The April 1945 "As a whole, the Ladies' Department was marked by fewer features of mediocrity than any other of the exhibition. One omission, it struck us, might be rectified at future meetings: that was the absence of the ages of the young contributors from the tickets upon their specimens of crayon, oil, and other paintings, etc. We know the delicacy which interferes with this requirement in the case of older young ladies, and would respectfully suggest that the age should be specified in every case where the competitor has not exceeded fourteen years." — From "Transactions of the New Hampshire State Agricultural Society for the year 1854" In the February issue of "Historical New Hampshire," a publication of the New Hampshire Historical Society, there is an interesting article, "Price Control in New Hampshire in 1777," by Dr. Kenneth Scott. We quote the following: "Early in the Spring of 1777 the state legislature fixed the prices for the common necessaries of life. Some two years later, on September 22, 1778, a convention of dele- New Hampshire Troubadour gates for the state met in Concord under the presidency of John Lang-don and agreed that it was ' absolutely necessary to have affixed prices to most articles of trade.' Some 30 commodities were named with their 'ceiling' prices. These prices were to hold for Portsmouth and certain other places, while the remaining towns were to make their own regulations and set prices to be taken by innkeepers, tradesmen and laborers. It was further recommended that everyone sell commodities as much lower than the proposed prices as possible, while all persons acting contrary to the regulations were to be exposed as 'enemies to their country.' " Blake H. Rand, aged 83 years, Rye's perennial town clerk, was returned to office at Tuesday's town meeting, to serve his 58th term. Mr. Rand lays claim to being New Hampshire's oldest town clerk in point of service. Endorsed by both the Republican and Democratic parties, Clerk Rand, Tuesday, received the highest vote of any town official, 307 persons expressing a preference for his continued services. — Exeter News Letter 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. APRIL NOW IN MORNING CLAD .iby Bliss Carman April now in morning clad Like a gleaming oread, With the south wind in her voice, comes to bid the world rejoice. With the sunlight on her bow, Through her veil of silver showers, April o’er New England now Trails her robe of woodland flowers. Violet and anemone While along the misty sea, Pipe at lip, she seems to blow Haunting airs of long ago. From “Bliss Carman’s Poems” Published by: Dodd, Mead & Co., New York*B S': Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour •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 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. 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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 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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