6 10 64 https://omekaclassic1.nhlibraries.org/files/original/075c0562a3a2913997f74463b31103fb.pdf 398d70a9ff3a7c556c12ced2f7e46ce8 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 •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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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 BEAVER FALLS In Colebrook on the road to Stewartstown Hollow—Not as high as Montmorency, nor as mighty as the Niagara. but as beautiful in its simpiit ity The New Troubadour Hampshire One may now have primitive conditions or all modern comforts in log cabins high in the Xew Hampshire hills. Far from the city streets and city frets, one may find peace, quietness, and inner harmony The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, sinjiinK the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempi you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful, it is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission. Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. edited by Thomas 'Dre/er VOL. i NOVEMBER, 1931 A Village Makes Use of Ancient Crafts NO.8 FOR six years the people living in and near Center Sandwich have been developing skill and increasing their incomes by making things to be sold by the Sandwich Home Industries. Hundreds of persons have visited the building which houses the industries to see and to purchase examples of native handicrafts. Each rug, andiron, table, basket, pair of fire tongs, chair, bench, stool, luncheon set, jar of jelly, or what not, has been made within the limits of the town, and each thing is sold on a co-operative basis. Only ten per cent commission is deducted from the sale [trice. All the rest goes to the craftsman who did the work. If it were not for Mrs. J. Randolph Coolidge this organization would not be what it is. She has been the New Hampshirt Troubadour Page 3 the leader and inspirer, and it was Coolidge money, too, thai provided the original capital. More should be done elsewhere in the State to encourage home industries. Governor Winant recently appointed a commission, of which Mrs. Coolidge is the head, to co-operate with leaders in other towns. It is possible that eventually there may be a sufficient amount of home-made- products of the Sandwich kind to justify the formation of a co-operative marketing organization for tin- state as a whole. In tlie meantime the Sandwich Industries offer ideas and inspiration to other small towns. Visitors to tlie state also find a trip to Sandwich a pleasant adventure. The view from the high hill just before one drops down to Center Sandwich on tlie road from Moultonboro is one of the finest in the state. How one Man Bought a New Hampshire Farm IT is certain that there are no better satisfied owners of a farm in our state than Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Watts. They have a house in Bronxville and another in Florida, but the place that means most to them is their farm home at Effingham. How they went aboul buying their place may interest you. The New Hampshire Troubadour Last spring Mr. Watts told his real estate man to invite proposals from all real estate dealers in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts. Three thousand inquiries were sent out and four hundred replies received. This number was thinned down to seventy-five and that number of sets of pictures were furnished. Mr. and Mrs. Watts went over all these pictures and decided in favor of nine possible places. The first place they visited was in Maine. That on closer acquaintance did not appeal. Next was the George Towle place at Effingham. They liked that at once, but couldn't resist the appeal of another place that offered a house filled with antiques as a lure. This house was delightful but was turned down because, as Mr. Watts says, "there were too many gas stations and hot dog stands in the vicinity." As they were about to start on their second day's journey, Air. Watts and his wife agreed that inas- much as the Towle place was liked by both of them, there was little sense in looking further. They bought it immediately and workmen have been busy there all through the summer months, clearing out under- brush, trimming the fine big trees, opening up vistas, painting buildings, making flower gardens, and giving new life to the place. What adventures did you have in buying your New Hampshire home? / h, i .1 //um/i.s/an' Troubadout bi.r •- Manly boys are helped to become still more manly in Davis Field House and Gymnasium at Dartmouth College, Hanover. Under the inspiration of one of our country's recognized leaders. Dr. Ernest Martin Hopkins, Dartmouth is known as a place where students are taught to think as individuals and by so thinking to prepare themselves for usefulness in world affairs The Bards Stood High in Ireland PEOPLE who sing the good deeds of their country- men ought to be given a high position. Those who go about looking for the best in all persons and things, and who tell others about their discoveries, encourage people who are doing good work to do still better work. In Ireland, in the good old days, the king could wear a robe of seven colors. Next to him was the graduate bard, who wore six colors. Lords and ladies /',,,•,• t, The Hampshire Troubadom were permitted five governors of fortresses, four officers and gentlemen, three soldiers, two and the common people, only one. How many colors should we be permitted to wear, those of us who are singing the praises of New Hampshire and New Hampshire's worth-while people? After renting houses in the Lake Sunapee section for a couple of years, Samuel Crowther, the internationally known author, bought an old farm and is having a great time fixing it up without robbing it of the original simplicity, lie rejoiced especially when he discovered an old dam that was built more than ioo years ago in order to provide power for a little shop that turned out bowls for ships' compasses. The dam is built of blocks fully two feet square. The first thing Sam knows, he'll be a permanent resident and may open that shop again. He ought to practise in New Hampshire what he and Henry Ford talk about in their books — that is, getting people back into the country and providing them with factory jobs out where they can live on their own farms. Last summer more than 50 per cent of the sales made by Stewart Bosson of Meredith were of old places bought for the purpose of restoring them and Thi Wow Hampshire Troubadour Page? maintaining their original type. Old age does make its contribution of beauty. An old house that has been lived in for generations offers its new owners many fine treasures. As our secondary roads are improved, more and more of these old places attract people who want summer homes that may possibly be used all the year. era There Is Solitude in New Hampshire, Too Tut: camp on the shores of Dan Hole Pond, where George Rockwell spends as much time as he can spare from his business in the city, is reached by what is little better than a trail. One who doesn't care much what may happen to his car may get there by motor. The town road which one must take to reach the gate at the entrance to George's place is one over which it is well to drive carefully. When any attempt is made to improve that road, George bursts forth into what sounds like profane language, lie knows that bad roads insure privacy, and it is privacy and solitude that he wants when he goes to the country. Good roads, you see, may be bad roads in the sight of some people. It all depends upon what one wants. We asked (Ieorge one time what would happen if he were to meet another car on that narrow road. ! The New Hampshire Troubadour "If I met another car," answered George without hesitation, "I'd know it was time for me to move elsewhere." One doesn't have to move to the Galapagos Islands to find solitude. George Rockwell has found all he needs on Dan Hole Pond in New Hampshire. One of the newest of our hydro-electric plants. Fifteen Mile Falls Dam, Monroe. Electricity now enables people far in the country to enioy milking machines, iceless refrigerators, and motor-operated machinery, banishes kerosene lamps from the houses and lanterns from barns, provides cheap power for large and small manufacturing plants, and makes life richer and pleasanter The New Hampshire Troubadour Why Not Become Winter Visitors, Too? NOTHING makes The Goose so tarnashun mad as the question summer visitors often ask her when they call at her farm for Jersey milk, or to borrow a cat, or possibly a dog. They ask, "And what do you do up here during the winter? "Their at- titude is, " You poor souls, how can you exist away off here in the country when there is snow on the ground and there are no summer visitors with whom to talk?" The Goose (who in private life is Mrs. Alvin Hatch) printed this paragraph in her column in The Granite State News: "Fellow natives, what is your favorite answer to the remark made at your kitchen door, to the effect that after the summer people have betaken them- selves to their winter activities, we are left in a somnolent state without anything whatever to occupy our hands or minds (if any)? The Goose has never seemed to assemble just the right collection of words politely to convey the idea that we really live in the winter time. The notion seems to prevail that we kind of go to den like Harry Libby's bear and that only with the coming of spring do we dust ourselves oil and resume our normal activities. The pleasant way to clear up this haze would be for the summer folks to see more of us in the winter time. We'd like that tremendously and we feel sure they would too." Page 10 The New Hampshire Troubadour So, if you really want to know what fun it is to live in New Hampshire after the summer activities end, tome up in December or January or February — or any other month listed on your calendar — and you'll learn for yourself. Have you watched the snow drifting white across a meadow? Have you sat with a good look before a blazing fire? Have you gone sleighing? Or taken part in a picnic on the lake, with plenty of hot cocoa and good things to eat? Or had a jolly evening with a neighbor? Or gone skiing? Or taken a walk on snowshoes over the hills? Or stepped out of your house on a clear winter morning and just sniffed the fresh air? Or attended those jolly country dances? Or just dropped in on a neighbor for a friendly chat? There's true neighborliness and rich, quiet, comfortable living in the country era Two Boys and a Donkey TOMMIE HUNTER and Norman Updegraff just drove by in a rickety four-wheeled cart drawn by a somewhat reluctant donkey. They were moving forward, as any one with fairly good eyesight could tell by watching them pass a given mark, but they were in no danger of breaking any speed laws. Judg- ing by their laughter, though, they were wasting I'll-- New Hampshire Troubadour Page 11 Old stone bridges are vanishing from our trunk roads, but for many years you will find them as you see this one on our of the roads near Keene. Lovers of our state hope that in the future old stone and old covered wooden bridges will be maintained to remind us of a life that is past, even though modern traffic creates a demand for a wide steel or conrete bridge a stone's throw away none of their time wishing they were driving a high- powered roadster. Boys here in the country, where city competitive standards have not penetrated, are still fortunate in being able to find their pleasure in simple things. They do not feel compelled to keep up with anybody else'. They live their own lives. Curiously enough they find so many interesting things to keep them occupied that they seldom get into mischief or be- come heart-breaking problems to their parents. Even I, sitting here at my desk in what was once the old chic-ken house, chuckled as I watched the Page /-' I ia New Hampshire Troubadour two boys pretending they were slow race charioteers, or whatever it is they were playing .it being. Their happiness communicated itsell to me just as the happiness of all happy people enriches those who look on and tire at all receptive. Uprising versus Downsitting Our good friend, John Nolen, city planner and landscape architect, who has done so much to beautify cities and towns all over the I fnited States, tells us he heard a very amusing statement as to the lack of progress in communities. A discussion of public opinion brought out the statement thai progress is not impaired by the uprising of radicals, but by the downsitting of conservatives. If we had a great deal of money, which we have not, we would buy one abandoned farm after another and remodel the old buildings. Usually the only ones worth remodeling are the pioneer build- ings. Those built within the past ( tiarter of a century are nsitally ugly. The local contractors evidently wanted to show what they could do with curlicues and bay windows and jogs in the roofs. They saw no beauty in the simplicity of the early colonial. Hut, fortunately, there are left hundreds of the old build- ings that stand as a permanent invitation to those who tire thinking of owning beautiful country homes. The New Hampshire Troubadour One of the studios at the MacDowell Colony at Peterboro. Here, certainly, is a living monument to a great composer, erected by Mrs. Edward MacDowell who has dedicated her life to materialising her distinguished husband's dream. Here writers, musicians, and other workers in the tield of art, are given the opportunity to do their work under conditions that approach the idea! You can find in our state the kind of life you want. You can spend your time in luxurious hotels. You can own your own cottage at some exclusive country club like Bald Peak. You can rent or own a farm and live as simply or as luxuriously as you please. Free camping sites invite you to pitch your tent. You can find a location for your own cabin in a national park. Scores of over-night camps offer different qualities of accommodations. Even in the dead of winter you can find what you need if you are a lover of weather that makes your blood fairly sing through your reins. "It is our ultimate hope," said Governor John (',. Winant in one of his VVBZ-WBZA broadcasts, "to have our visitors sufficiently impressed with life in New Hampshire to become ultimately identified with community and state activities and join us as legal citizens of the state." Perhaps, if you continue to read The Troubadour regularly, you will respond to that invitation. Why not plan to join the Boston and Maine winter trips which are to lie held again this year after the snow falls? On some Sundays last winter over 1,000 persons filled the special trains. Eventually these Sunday trips on special trains will develop into week-end trips. More and more of our present summer hotels will become all-the-year-round resorts. New Hampshire Troubadour Jeanne Phelps, thirteen, who lives with her mother and grand- mother on a farm near New Boston every summer, takes care of two horses and her own flock of hens. She waters, feeds, and cleans the horses, and handles her chickens like a young business woman. She had 190 hens this past summer. Not many girls have more real enjoyment. Jeanne would like to live on the farm all the time. Possibly if you have children who do not know what to do with them- selves, or cannot keep out of mischief, a farm stocked with animals of their very own may be the solution of your problem. I Those city people who own New Hampshire homes are forming the habit of eating Thanksgiving dinner in them. Thanksgiving par-ties in the country are great fun. For forty years Dr. Charles Jefferson, one of America's most influential and best loved preachers, has been summering at Fitzwilliam, not far from Mt. Monadnock. He came first as a student preacher. Later he built bis own cottage and persuaded many of his friends to follow his example. When he preaches in the tillage church on the last Sunday in I'h? New Hampshire Troubadour August, people drive for a hundred miles or more to hear him. At 71 Dr. Jefferson still plays tennis. New Hampshire helps people to live long and happily. Winter visitors find much sport in our state. Why not enjoy your Thanksgiving Day turkey in New Hampshire this year? Strenuous Alpinists may struggle up the steep face of this cliff and refresh themselves afterwards by bathing in the clear waters of the little lake. Mountains and lakes are tossed hittier and thither for the amusement of the lovers of out-of-doors Ibige Is The Simple Things of Earth are Loveliest By Margaret E. Bruner A lire on the hearth, the lamplight's glow The hour when the heart rinds peace and rest, A mother's lullaby crooned soft and low The wayside blossom, tiny woodland stream That sings a happy, lilting roundelay Solt, Billowy clouds that drift as in a dream, The hush of dawn, the sun's last flaming ray The friendh' trees that give of fruit and shade. The tendrils of the grape-like clinging hands I I there are scenes more gorgeously arrayed, But these the heart has known and understands. Mankind has reached the pinnacle of potter, Idas Conquered land and skv and ocean's crest, And yet. when comes the heart's deep, prayerful hour, lie knows the simple things are loveliest. RUMFORD PRESS. CONCORD. N H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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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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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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This picture dimes the entrance to the Dolly Copp Camp in Pinkkam Notch, most popular of all the many camps in the White Mountain National Forest THE NEWHAMPSHIRE TROUBADOUR comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those flood things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the State Planning, and Development Commission, Concord, N, H. 50 Cents a Year DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME x October 1910 NUMBER 7 Autumn's Charms THE SMELL of burning leaves, the thud of foot falls and the bite in the night air presage the arrival of autumn soon the hillsides will he wearing their bright garments of gold and crimson, the sun will lose some of its warmth, and the darkness of niuht will come early to wrap the world in sable folds. Autumn's loveliness has been proclaimed in song and story. Poets, those gifted creatures whose imagination soars unendingly, have long embraced the beaut} of autumn and found in it the inspiration to stir mankind. But one does not have to be a poet to appreciate the beaut} ol autumn, ll is all around us. and we are inlluenced by it. whether we know it or not. It is part of our existence as much as light and air and water. The hill Mowers, so much hardier than their summer sisters, be- cause of the immutable ways of nature, seize the opportunity lor a final display and splash their brilliance in a prodigal way. Their presence affects us. whether we stop to commune with them or not. Along the roadsides, the season's colorful crops are placed on New Hampshire Troubadoar Paga 3 view. The squash and the pumpkin arc piling high. Fruits and vegetables of autumn seem to have a special flavor. In the summer New England has advantages known to no other pari of the land. In the winter ii competes with other areas toat- tracl the winter sports enthusiast who finds his pleasure on the swift, exhilarating ski run or on the glistening surface nl smooth ice. But autumn is really New England's time. There is something in the air thai quickens the spirit. The heal of summer has gone. and with it has vanished the lassitude that is part of its being. The bitterness of winter is still far enough away to be out of mind. Ifays are bright and clear, and in the cool nights the serene blessedness of quiet, resl I til sleep comes back to people who have been wearied by the heat and the dust and the noise of summer. Family life, disrupted by the similiter quest for recreation and excitement, resumes its normal way when autumn comes. The blessings of home and family reappear in full measure and appreciation of them becomes more keen. As the days pass and autumn's end approaches, the home steadily grows in influence and charm. Around the fireside chil- dren are gathered with their school books, while parents settle back ill their east chairs and find comfort and joy in the most ideal atmosphere oi all. There is something typically New England about autumn. One thinks of New England hillsides and meadows and little school houses and count) lairs, and quiet country streams, and rugged farmers contemplating their preparations for the winter. The cord wood is stacked up, the hay is in the barn, everything is reach for the rigorous season ahead. And the- farmer pauses, content with the labors of the summer, satisfied that he has prepared well lor the- long, cold days of winter Autumn is a time for contemplation, for the counting of blessings, for giving thanks. - Editorial in the Boston Post Page 4 The October 1940 Trampers on the Crawford Path approaching Mt. Washington. Mt. Monroe [5,385 feet) and Lakes-of-the-Clouds Hut in the distance The Fellowship of the Timberline By TALBOT JOHNS FOR a small but constantly growing group of New Englanders who are usually considered by their friends to be not quite right in their minds, fall means but one thing - the best time of year in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. For them it is the season when goofers (tenderfoot tourists) and black flies are absent from "the hills," when birches splash in golden torrents down five-mile slopes, and summer's heat haze gives wax to the The Hampthin Troubadour Page 5 On the headwall of Tuckerman Ravine looking south clear, cold days that make climbing a pleasure and every view an experience thai makes lib- a good thing to be living. Every year finds more addicts to this inspired type of divine lunacy trudging from Crawford Notch up the blunt ridge of the Southern Peaks, or pausing at Eagle Pass to admire its fantastic cliffs before heading for timberline on Mt. Lafayette directly opposite New Hampshire's Great Stone Face. It's a sport and a religion, too for everybody who loves trees and gaunt rocks and moss and bubbling streams. Last summer I met in the same day a sturdy, tanned, little nine-year- old girl and the cruiser-built youngster of over fifty who holds every distance and speed and altitude record in the mountains. Page 6 The October 1940 Doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief they're all there with their sisters and their cousins and their aunts. Contrary to the general opinion, there is nothing tiring about climbing in the White Mountains once a fundamental truth is realized that the hills have been there a good many thousand years and are sure to wait at least until you reach the top. For two years, before I learned my lesson, I ran my 210 pounds into a perspiring wreck, counting tn pulse at 140 when 1 stopped for rests. But everybody has his pace and when you find it you'll discover that you inarch steadily up the steepest slopes without ever stopping for rests. Nothing is more unhealthy, or less fun, than hiking yourself into a stale of exit a its lion, then slopping lor a quivering, shaky "recovery." Your wind hardly ever comes back -- your legs never do. Take it easy and enjoy yourself. Take a census of any Hundred of The Irue timberline fraternity and you'll find that ninety-nine of them carry a little red or green book, five hundred pages long and small enough to put in your pocket. That is the mountains' first real necessity the White Mountain guide of the Appalachian Mountain Club. With it you are never lost or afraid. Its maps and descriptions lay the mounains open at your feet for a daj or a week or a sutinner. Through fog and storm it leads you to the nearest haven. Around the evening campfire it supplies wonderful reading matter. It is the hills bound in a cover and delivered to you lor your everlasting enjoyment. Maybe you still have your first climb to do. It so, you don't necessarily have to be a goofer join the timberline fraternity from the start and be one of them. Otherwise you'll feel left out of things. Look at these three, dusting down the ridge of Jefferson to the Gulfside Trail, bound for the Lakes-of-the-Clouds hut nestling under Washington's shoulder. Two of them are wearing dark colored shorts (yes, even in the fall). The third, older, is wearing New Hampshire Troubadour Page7 a pair of khaki pants, roomy and main times laundered until they are streaked with white because cleanliness is appreciated in the hills as elsewhere. You wonder at their heavy boots, just ankle- high, until you see them clattering and striding confidently down jagged rock pastures just like the ones you slipped and slithered tenderly Over ten minutes ago in your sport shoes. You look at their faded, light-weight wool or flannel shirts and neat, well- weathered knapsacks and feel a little ashamed of the gaudy sweater tied awkwardly around your waist. The heavy woolen socks rolled down to their shoe-tops make your blistered, silk- clad, perspiration-slippery feet ache with envy. You find that two of the trio have shoes studded with heavy hobnails while the third has plain leather soles. Both types are good, but nails tire preferred by main. Advanced goofers wear sneakers "for coming down the rocks." Sneakers are fine excepl when crossing brooks, wet logs, roots, moss patches, wet rocks or jagged ones in other words, they tire treacherous about ninety percent of the time. Nailed shoes (costing from six to eighteen dollars) hold everywhere in all weather. Invest in them - they tire your only real expenditure and your safety and happiness depend on them. After you have bought your shoes and raided an Army and Navy Store for a rain shirt or windproof parka, long work pants or shorts (never knee boots and riding breeches) and knapsack, your outfit is practically complete. Compass and guidebook are necessary -- treat these mountains as though they were peaks twice as high and you'll never get on the front page of the local papers with "Climber lost in early sleet storm." If you have the right outfit don't worry about its looking new. It won't look that way very long, and even veterans have to renew their outfits ever} once in a while. They are a friendly bunch, this fellowship of the timberline. Whenever the} meet von on the trail thev stop and pass the time Page 8 The October 1940 Interior view of the beautiful New Hampshire Building, on the grounds of the Eastern States Exposition, Springfield, Massachusetts. Over 300,000 people attended this year's Exposition during the week of September 15 to 21 of day. If you should happen to hurt your knee they will tape it up for you (though you should cany your own tape). When you drag at dusk into one of the rough log leantos that are located a day's trip apart till through the hills lhey will offer you a cup of coffee, a blanket or supper if you are lacking, and good companionship all the time, Get into the hills this fall. You'll be a lot better for it when you come out, as long as you're careful of your feet and the weather —and both are easy to watch. New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Not long ago I look a neophyte up for his first trip. He'd been pretty blue over something for a couple of weeks and a touch of the hills was just what he needed. After a night at Lakes-of-the-Clouds hut we rambled down the magnificent Boott Spur of Mount Washington and rested for a moment in a rocky nest fifteen hundred feet and more above the floor of Tuckerman's Ravine. Little clouds, bright in the sunshine, drifted lazily past Nelson Crag and over Huntington's headwad1. J " Gets you, doesn't it. " 1 asked. "That cloud,'' said the former blues expert, "looks like a lace handkerchief tucked in a blond angel's belt." You see? —Courtesy of Leisure Magazine The Stone Walls of New Hampshire By David Dowling WHEN I was a boy I attended a school in a State other than New Hampshire. We had an old school teacher — I say old, because her hair was gray and she seemed old to me at that time. She was a native of New Hampshire and hardly a day went by but she had some little story to tell us about that State. Circumstances compelled her to live elsewhere but her heart was in her native country. She instilled in us something of her own enthusiasm and instead of growing weary of her stories we looked forward to them. She told us man things about New Hampshire, describing the de- lightful old houses with their cheery fireplaces, but most of all she loved the old stone walls. She not only described their beauty but she told us of the labor incident to their building. We felt that we knew every step in the task and shared in the pride of accomplishment. She frankly stated that there were no other stone walls elsewhere to compare with those of New Hampshire. She didn't Pagt 10 The October 1940 "And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbours.'" From Robert Frost's poem, "Mending Wall" make that statement boastfully but rather with the calm assurance of one stating a truth that could not be challenged. It never was for we accepted it without question. "If you ever get a chance," she would say, "you must go to New Hampshire and see those stone walls." It was many tears later that I did get a chance to go to New Hampshire and the first thing I looked for was a stone wall. Since that time I have seen many of them and have become better acquainted with New Hampshire. Now I am not so sure but that old school teacher was right in believing that the stone walls of New Hampshire are the most beautiful in the world. New Hampshire Troubadour Page 11 The Connecticut Valley By LOCKWOOO MERRIMAN PHYSICALLY, New Hampshire is different from Vermont in several ways. Those differences to some may appear obvious to others, they may scarcely exist. But the appeal of both states is equally strong the scenery and countryside of each equally lovely although in slightly differing ways. The Connecticut River, at its least a boundary line between the two states, at its best the fostering genius of a natural setting peculiar to itself, shows on its two banks, both immediately contiguous to the water and for miles into each state, a type of scenery which cither New Hampshire or Vermont would be proud to call its own and which unites the best of each. That particular section of the valley which appeals most to me and which I know the best, may be found around Plainlield and Cornish in New Hampshire and across the river around Ascutney, Vermont. Truly in this region we have all the best thai anyone Can ask from New England. There we find cascades tumbling front the hillsides into the river. There we have the quaint old Blow- Me-Down Mill, with its dam and shimmering fall, its stone bridge and overhanging trees. The picturesquely winding road skirts the mill pond, later emerging through regularly colonnaded whitepines on the way towards I'lainlield. Across the river rises Mt. Ascut- ney, regarding benignly the best part of the Connecticut Valley. Small wonder, then, that such men as Augustus Saint-Gaudens. Winston Churchill, and Maxfield Parrish should choose this part of our state to live and work in. They unquestionably found both inspiration and relaxation in the rustic atmosphere and natural beauty of this selling. 'Those of Us who live in this section of the country and the more of us who travel so often through it cannot fail to enjoy in some measure its green hills and its winding river, Page 12 The October 1940 The stone bridge over Blow-Me-Down Brook in Cornish to absorb its spirit of serenity, to experience occasionally its exquisite loveliness, to feel its profound agelessness. Often I like to sit by the river next to the old covered bridge which crosses to Windsor (the longest bridge of this kind in the world) and muse, reflect, perhaps, thai long ago down this very river, by this very spot passed Major Rogers on his raft escaping from the French and Indians and seeking aid for his starved companions miles upstream. It is a river of tradition it is a river of sentiment it is a river of beauty. And it winds through a section of country which partakes of all these traits in the full measure of bountiful Nature, New Hampshire Troubadour Page 13 This mont's cover picture is from the studio of Sawyer Pictures, Concord. "Something in a florist's window today reminded me how lovely Bittersweet is at this time of year on gray stone walls — that Crotched and the Lyndeboros will be blue and hazy in the warm sun at noon and black etched against the deepening night sky — that on crisp nights there will be shooting stars arching across the heavens and there will be the scent of wood smoke in the air as the evening fifes are lighted, "One of the grandest things about having lived among the New Hampshire hills is that a bit of color in a flower shop in Michi- gan can release a whole train of memories and in a split second transport at least my thoughts home again. " Am borrowing a line from a poem by Rupert Brooke I think when I say, 'These things 1 have loved. . . .'" — MARJORIE BEAN PHILIITI, Detroit, Michigan The seventh annual fair of the League of New Hampshire Arts and Crafts which was held at Holderness in August was by far the most successful one yet, both in attendance and in sales. The 1940 fair season in New Hampshiree nds on Columbus Day, October 12, with the famous Sandwich Fair. Our Roving Reporter who "spe-cializes in irrelevant and disconnected happenings" notes that at a big outdoor picnic he recently attended, the 50-yard dash for, men was won by the husband of the woman who won the rollingpin contest. He thinks it was merely a coincidence bin submits it for our consideration. New Hampshire will celebrate Thanksgiving Day on November 28. The annual autumn foliage show is now on and will continue until the middle of the month and in some sections of the Stale even later. This office is again issuing weekly autumn foliage bulletins showing the condition of the foliage in various parts of the State. Page 14 The October 1940 An exhibition called "Design Decade in New Hampshire" will be held at Carpenter Galleries, Hanover, from October 1 to Octo- ber 31, under the sponsorship of the Department of Art. Its pur- pose is to exhibit sketches, plans and photographs for the dramatic presentation of the progress made in New Hampshire for the past decade in designing buildings, bridges, manufactured products, recreational facilities, community layouts, and other subjects in the field of useful arts. The National Shut-in Society was started sixty years ago by three invalid girls who wrote each other cheery letters. Ten years later it was incorporated and it is now a national association with headquarters in New York City and members in forty-six states. The Society does not give material aid to its members, who are those crippled or bedridden or blind, but sends them literature and letters of sympathy and encouragement. The State Representative of the Society, Mrs. Glaydis S. Little, 623 Belmont Street, Manchester, New Hampshire, will be glad to tell you how you could help along this wonderful work. Nfii Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD.N.H. Home Thoughts By Odell Shepard October in New England, And I not there to see The glamour of rhe goldenrod, The flame of the maple tree! October in my own land. . . . I know what glory fills The mountains of New Hampshire And Massachusetts hills. I know what hues of opal Rhode Island breezes fan, And how Connecticut puts on Colors of Hindustan. Vermont, in robes of splendor. Sings with the woods of Maine Alternate hallelujahs Of gold and crimson stain. The armies of the aster, Frail hosts in blue and gray, Invade the hills of home and I Three thousand miles award I shall take down the calendar And Irom the rounded rear Blot out one name, October, The loveliest and most dear. For I would not remember. While she is marching by, The pomp of her stately passing, The magic of her cry. From: The Home Book of Modern Virse—Stevenson Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour THE NEW HAMPSHIRE TROUBADOUR OCTOBER 1944 PEACEFUL SENTINELS. "The birch, most shy and ladylike of trees." James Russell Lowell Saywer Pictures The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. SUBSCRIPTION: 5O CENTS A YEAR EDITOR OF OUTDOORS Dere Editor — DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR October, 1944 HANK SAYS: Last week-end I was down to Saleratus, setting on Hooker Hanson's store steps, cleaning my pipe and settling the affairs of the world with Smeller Smith and his hired man Jug Hed Murphy ^^^k^^ff ^^ IV ^^^^f~*" and Hooker hisself and the Hon. Jug Peavey. We was just starting to get world affairs settled in good shape when Slim Jones, a late Sergeant with the U. S. Marines, comes along in his pick-up. He goes in to get hisself a coke and a deck of cigarettes, a roll of barbed wire, a bag of flour and a cupple of pickril hooks. When he comes out and loads same into his pick-up, Smeller Smith says, "I will buy you a cupple of seegars if you will know off the crow in the field over there, for I need him to hang up in my garding." Slim, who carries a Jap slug in his left hip as a life-time sooveneer New Hampshire Troubadour of his recent travels, limps over to his truck and extracts his Model 70 Winchester and slips the caps offien the Alaskan and gets into the sling and sets down and squeezes off two or three times. Then he slips a catridge into the chamber. Jug Hed Murphy asks, "Which eye you going to take him in, Sergeant?" "The right eye," Slim sez, and massages the trigger very gentle. There is a loud noise. Way out in the field the crow gives a kick and cupple of flutters and lays very quiet and peaceful. The Hon. Committee walks out to view the remainders. When we pick up said crow his right eye is missing. Jug Hed Murphy says, "That is almost as good shooting as I used to do with my old .44 Winchester carbine. I could drive the cork in a bottle with that gun two out of three times at two hundred yards and not bust the glass." "That wasn't good shooting. Jug Hed," says Slim. "That was a miracle just like this shot was. The best rifle made will hardly shoot into two inches at one hundred yards or four inches at two hun- dred, using a machine rest in dead air. When you figure the factors of error of aim, error of hold, powder load variations, barril whip, bullit drift and wind drift, it's a miracle you hit anything. A crow is just about a two-inch bullseye after you peel the feathers off. Hitting him anywhere at two hundred is just bull luck, let alone shooting his eye out." The Hon. Jug Peavey he hikes his paunch up into a more com- fortable posishun and sets down on his box on the store porch and says, "We are glad to hear an honest man for a change. I was deer hunting up in the Magalloway five years ago. After due delibera- tion and consideration I took with me a lightweight .45-70 fitted with a large aperture sight on the rear and a large ramp-mounted red bead on front. Due to my excess poundage I sit and watch. I am not an active hunter. On this particular afternoon, the weight of evidence seemed to indicate that I should watch a certain tote road. 4 The October 1944 Lake Winnipesaukee from Abenaki Tower I did. Just at dusk a large, I might say a very large, buck stepped along the road toward me. The wind was from him to me. The sun was behind me and in his eyes. I was sitting in the shade. "I congratulated myself that I was going to drop him right in that tote road, only two hundred yards from the auto road. I laid the red bead on the center of his chest and squeezed off." "How much he weigh?" asked Hooker. "Weigh, my dear fellow? Weigh?" asks The Hon. Jug. "I never had a chance to weigh him. I missed him at thirty-five yards. It was the best miss I ever made in a long life in the hunting field." "I made a better miss than that once," sez the late Sgt. Jones. "I was leading a patrol and came around the bend of the trail. jXew Hampshire Troubadour 5 HAROLD ORNE m *M "The Square" Miljord. Soldier Memorial and Town Hall HAROLD ORNE There were two Japs beating their gums and waving their hands at each other not twenty-five yards off. That was duck soup. I just unlatched the Tommy from the hip. The burst never touched them. They jumped like two burned cats." "They get away?" asks the Hon. Jug Peavey in a mournful voice. "No, not exactly. The feller next me was a North Carolina duck hunter and he made as nice a double as you ever saw. Very, very nice." Hooker Hanson drives a match through his seegar butt so to get a few more drags officii it without starting to make a conflagrashun out of hisself. "I ain't never made such dramatic misses as that, but I made wun wunce that cost me more money. Last spring they was a old buck skunk coming into my wood shed every night and 6 The October 1944 scaring my dear wife about to death." We all looked at each other when he sed that, for we knowed that nothing short of a bull ele- phant would scare Mrs. Hooker. "And my dear wife she ast me to shoot it. So I brang the old .44-40 Frontier home from the store. Now I am pretty handy with a Frontier if I do say so. That night I took me and a five-cell flashlight and the Frontier into the shed. "When I come out into the shed I snapped on the light and it lit right onto that skunk. He was on a pile of kindling about fifteen feet away. Him and me drawed and fired simeltaneous." "He hit you?" asts Smeller. "Nope, and I didn't hit him either. The first bullit went through a brand new wash tub hanging on the wall. No. 2 ruined a per- fectly good cross-cut saw. No. 3 went into the garage behind the shed and blowed a tire on my home brew tractor. No. 4 was never accounted for. No. 5 opened up a five-gallon can of kerosene. No. 6 hit the last bottle of good Scotch I had hid to celebrate the day sumbuddy shoots Hitler. That concluded the festivities as far as the skunk was concerned. He sort of sneered at me and waddled off. Me, I went into the house, after picking up the pieces. My dear wife kept jawing at me till midnight." "Speaking of misses," says Jug Hed Murphy, "another crow has just lit out in that field. What do you say, Sarge?" Slim he treads over to his pick-up and gets another catridge and slips it into the Model 70 and slides the caps oflen the Alaskan and tightens up the sling. "Make it the left eye this time," says Jug Hed. When the Hon. Committee went down to examine the remain- ders we found that the left eye had been removed neater than a hundred-dollar-per-day doctor and the Mayo clinic could of did it. Nobuddy said nothing for quite a while. Not even Jug Hed. Up and at 'em, HANK — Parker Met. Merrew in Outdoors Magazine New Hampshire Troubadour 7 MANCHESTER — The Queen City Originally known as Harrytown, it was granted by Masonian proprietors in 1735 to the "Snowshoe Men" of Capt. William Tyng at Tyng's Town. It was incorporated in 1751 as Derryfield. In 1810 the name was changed to Manchester after the cotton center of England. Pictures, left to right: 1. Notre Dame bridge, Merrimack River, and small part TR^IL \u\i of famous Amoskeag Mills. 2. Boston and Maine Railroad station. 3. Currier Gallery of Art. 4. Market Street, City Hall and Federal Reserve Bank at left, Franklin Street Church at right, Amoskeag Bank Building in background. 5. Women's Center, U.S.O. 6. City Post Office. 7. Manchester Central High Schools. 8. State Armory. Pictures by Manchester Union-Leader. x> tmw^: •c„^pw .•-,-.....,• -'% ,.rA- *-s-- v^.. ivjfc feft^S^HS**'!***T?J « 1 * I.,:.. 'l.*i<7&'. -A'^'TK*. A "New Hampshire Cottage" at Wakefield O suns and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together. Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather. HELEN HUNT JACKSON CHORE TIME by Haydn S. Pearson IN THE CHRISTIAN SCIENCE MONITOR CHORE TIME in winter on the farm. Soft, large flakes of snow drift down past the apartment windows in the city. Four 10 The October 1944 o'clock. Streets are lighted. Indistinct figures hurry along the avenue. Four o'clock on a winter afternoon. On a New England farm, years ago, that was the signal to start the "chores." A homely, peaceful, story-telling word. The family was known in the town as a "reading family." Sometimes at four o'clock it was hard to put aside Dickens or Scott or Shakespeare. For in this family stormy winter days were reading days. The school was three miles distant and experiences with winter storms had convinced the father and mother that lessons would better be done at home. How the children worked to finish them! And when the mother had heard the lessons and was satisfied as to their completion, the rest of the day- was free for reading. But chore time was a happy time. And after a day with books we welcomed a period of activity. We bundled up in the kitchen — boots, stocking cap, overalls, sweaters, mackinaw and mittens. First the paths had to be shoveled — to the barn, to the hen- house, and to the mail box. John, the hired man who had been with the family forty years, and father, enjoyed it as much as the children. There were snowball flurries, and shovelfuls of light snow that descended on one's head unexpectedly. It was fun to go into the big barn. The cow tie-up was warm. The cows mooed softly and rattled their neck stanchions. They wanted some of the good clover hay. The Jerseys were gentle. No harsh words or actions were permitted. We children scrambled up the ladder to the great mow. We pitched forkfuls of hay down to the floor. Twenty cows, four horses, and a dozen young stock ate a lot. Then we jumped from the mow to the hay on the floor. It was a jump of a dozen feet, and we would sink completely from sight. Up the ladder we would scramble again chuckling and shouting. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Dover High School and Civil War Monument John had usually fed the hens, but we gathered the eggs and emptied the drinking buckets so the water would not freeze during the night and break them. We children took most of the care of the young stock, fed them, watered them, and curried them. For each year we entered our own at the County Fair and the money we earned went mostly into the bank toward college. When the barn was clean and the cows brushed, the cows were 12 The October 1044 A. THORNTON GRAY milked and the cream separated. The skim milk was given to the pigs and calves. Then the cows were turned out into the yard to drink. On cold days pails full of hot water were brought from the kitchen to temper the water in the tank. "Why can't the cows drink cold water if the deer and birds and foxes do?" we asked John. "Well," said John in his thoughtful way, "they don't have to give warm milk that makes cream so children can have shoes and books and sleds." It was lots of fun to take care of the horses. We were allowed to lead the two Belgian mares, Nell and Bess, to the trough. We put the home-raised corn and oats into the mangers. We spread a deep layer of clean oat straw for a bed. The colts were too skittish and lively for children to handle. John used to let them out last, slip off the headstalls, open the yard gate, and let them run. How they loved it. Through the snow they galloped, heels flying high, heads up, shorting and whinnying with exuberance. Across the fields, they went, disappearing in the dusk. A moment later they came back, flashing past us, into the orchard, round the barn. Then John would bring a wooden measure half full of corn and shake it as the colts went by. Sometimes they tried to stop so quickly they almost sat down, and they followed John into the barn. After the stock ate their grain, the mangers were all heaped high with hay. Then we put big shovelfuls of sweet-smelling pine sawdust under the cows and in the calf pens. The kerosene lanterns, hanging from nails in the timbers, cast soft yellow gleams of light. Corners were full of mysterious shadows. Outside, the barn door was carefully closed, the milk house se- cured, and in single file, the lanterns glowing and our figures throwing long shadows, we went to the house for supper. Chore time was over. New Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: Autumn scene in Canterbury. Kodachrome by F. R. Wentworth. Color plates, courtesy Rumford Press. BACK COVER: Looking toward Dixville Notch from Errol. Photo by Douglas Armsden. NEW BOOKS "Apple Rush," by Katherine Southwick Keeler. A delightfully written and illustrated book, primarily for children but also interesting to adults, about the apple picking season in a New Hampshire Orchard. (Thomas Nelson & Sons, New York, $2.00). "New Hampshire," Country stories and pictures arranged by Keith Jenni- son. (Henry Holt and Company, New York, $2.50). The start of an old deed conveying property in Grafton County reads, "Beginning at a stick in a hole in the ice." Avis Turner French, author of the poem on the back cover, lives in Antrim, New Hampshire. 8500 Dartmouth men, representing 38 per cent of all living alumni, are in the Armed Forces. 14 We cannot express our appreciation of the help rendered by clubs, organizations, and individuals in securing the names and addresses of New Hampshire men and women in the Armed Services. It is of particular importance at this time that these lists are kept up to date, and we shall appreciate your continued cooperation in making sure that each copy of the Troubadour is delivered without delay by sending in all of the latest addresses. We regret that limitations of time and facilities make it impossible for us to reply personally to the hundreds of fine letters we have received from Service men and women stationed in all parts of the world. To all of you we send our appreciation and best wishes. Donald Tuttle, Editor The October 1944 The other day Thomas H. Alger of Cottage street, this city, was in a local lumber yard spending a fortune for a stick of soft pine and a man in clean white overalls was just ahead paying his bill. The clerk gave him his change and said, "Thank you, Mr. Peaslee." "Peaslec—that sounds like New Hampshire to me," remarked Mr. Alger. The carpenter wheeled around partly suspicious, " Who do you know in New Hampshire?" "Well, I got a 60-acre farm up in East Weare," Mr. Alger replied, " a n d it's known as the Peaslee place. My next door neighbor is mowing my fields right now and his name is Leon Peaslee. Do you know him?" "Well, I ought to, he's my brother," the man replied. Finally Mr. Peaslee said, "By the way, who are you, a Yeaton or a Straw, or somep'n?" "No," Mr. Alger said, "I'm just a local guy. My name is Tom Alger of Brockton. I don't really belong up there. My family is about as thick around here as you Peaslees are up in the hills." "Well," Mr. Peaslee said, "that kind of evens things up cause I just bought the Frank Alger farm in Raynham." — Brockton Daily News. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD,N.H. Ordination Rttck, Tamtcorth. A part of the inscription rtmds: "Memorial of the Ordination on this Rock September 12. 1792, of Reverend Samuel Hidden, as pastor of the Congregational Church of Tamworth instituted on that day. He came into the wilderness and left it a fruitful field. To perpetuate the memory of his virutes and public services, a grandson bearing his honored name, provided for the erection of this cenotaph—1862." <LTTJ For the present, at least, we can accept a limited number of Christmas gift subscriptions to the Troubadour. A special Christmas card is sent with the current number stating that beginning with the January issue the Troubadour will be sent, either for one or two years, as a Christmas gift from you. 15 LETTER IN OCTOBER Avis Turner French in the Boston Herald I shall not write of troubled times, But everything that stills The heart to peace, how blue mist falls Across majestic hills, How crimson maple leaves shine through The late October sun, How crickets play their symphonies When autumn days are done. I shall write simple things, how geese Fly south in letter V, So sure up there alone they bring New values home to me, And if he glimpses past my words To some I do not tell, Perhaps he will be proud and think "She plays the game quite well Thus I can do my best at war," Then he will smile I know To learn the quiet ways at home, For he has loved them so. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour101944 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour October 1944 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the October 1944 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! 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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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