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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour091931 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour September 1931 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the September 1931 issue of the New Hampshire Troubadour! </em><!--more--> <em>[gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/Troubadour1931SeptemberFinal.pdf"]</em> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1931 Type The nature or genre of the resource Magazine Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant New Hampshire Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT UNDETERMINED: This Rights Statement should be used for Items for which the copyright status is unknown and for which the organization that has made the Item available has undertaken an (unsuccessful) effort to determine the copyright status of the underlying Work. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour September 1944 A schoolboy helps out on the labor shortage of a Hampton Falls apple orchard. The soil, climate and growing season in New Hampshire produce apples that are unequaled far color, flavor and keeping qualities The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. SUBSCRIPTION: 5O CENTS A YEAR DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME xiv September, 1944 COUNTRY AUCTIONS by Cornelius Weygandt THE COUNTRY AUCTION that held place in public interest throughout New Hampshire with county fair, circus and town meeting is all but passed. It is following musters of militia and barn raisings, the moving of houses on skids drawn by oxen and corn-huskings on threshing floors, meetings of neighborhood literary societies and singing school into the no man's land of forgotten things. Old Home Day has come into being, and local historical societies, and larger activities for country high schools, and arts and crafts exhibits, and the movies and radio, but nothing has arisen to take just the place the auction in a farm or village home held in the life of yesterday. In all these gatherings there was the joy that lies in a crowd, or in talks with friends seldom met, or in picturesquenesses or pageantry, or in the fun of trading. There is an intimacy of human appeal, however, in the selling off of the treasures of a home, that no other sort of country gathering possesses. What people must sill on moving The New Hampshire Troubadour or to settle an estate tells you what they lived with, what they valued, what they were like. Weaving was the heart's delight of one household, books of another, jellies and jams and sauces of a third. Here are coverlets there Thomson's Seasons and Scott's Lady of the Lake, and a first edition of Poe's Tales and yonder currant jelly and plum jam and red astrachan sauce. It was the code down to 1920, at auctions at homes of any consequence, for crackers and cheese and doughnuts and coffee to be served free, by the people selling, to all comers. The last such auction I attended was at a big and well stocked house on Vittum Hill above the Bear camp. Then came the day in which you could buy goodies prepared by the local ladies' aid. Now you are lucky if there is a hot dog man around. There is heart-break in certain scenes at auctions, when, say, a pair of baby's shoes are put up, and the auctioneer reads from a tag attached: "Pet's shoes: she died February 22, 1871". Or when keepsakes of hair fall from a family Bible put up. Or when a stocking, unfinished, with needles still in it, is the item cried. In this last instance, at a farm auction under the Ossipees, a woman rushed for- ward and wrested the stocking from the slack hands of the auctioneer. Her aunt had been working on it in her last illness. You will hear spicy talk in the crowd at auctions, as that I heard between sisters-in-law by Province Lake. "So the Olins are a matter of concern and consideration to you", said Miss Olin to her brother's wife. "Well, let me tell you there are Olins need no crying up, and you are not the one can cry up those that need it " It was over fifty years ago I bought Prime's Along New England Roads at an auction of the books that had come in for review to a Philadelphia newspaper. That book was a record of driving, with a pair of horses, up into the White Mountains, and of stopping at the roadside when the spirit so moved the handler of the reins. It was there I read my first account of a New Hampshire auction. That reading whetted the interest aroused by my lather's talk of his 4 The September 1944 DORIS DAY "The Drovier's House," North Sandwich, Dr. Weygandt's summer home for the past twenty-five years many vacations in "The Presidentials", to which he travelled via Alton Bay, Center Harbor, Piper's and North Conway. His visits reached back into stage coach days. It was not, however, until I came on "Country Sale" by Edmund Blunden, that English poet whom Thomas Hardy liked best of his contemporaries, that I found a description to the life of such vendues as I have known. It might have been a sale I attended twenty years ago in Tuftonboro that he was recounting instead of one in his native Sussex. There were more old men at this Tuftonboro sale that were cast in the mould of John Bull than in that of Uncle Sam. They were red cheeked, heavy paunched, largely jovial. What an auctioneer loves is to get two bidders determined to New Hampshire Troubadour 5 Mt. Monadnock from Peterborough have a certain article. Near Moultonboro Falls I saw two men bid up a milking stool worth no more than a dollar until the more stubborn of the two paid 19.50 for it. At Ossipee Center, I bought an iron trident with a long wooden handle, and eel spear, and was hailed as Father Neptune by the irreverent as I carried it back to my place in the crowd. Over atKezar Falls the auctioneer threwme the wooden works of a shelf clock, on which I had not bid, and said: "Mr. Weygandt, you have bought that for twenty-five cents." I took the works home, where my son found in them a wheel that fitted into the works of a clock made in Bristol — Bristol, New Hampshire, not Bristol, Connecticut. It is ticking away, that clock that was once Alvie Batchelder's medicine chest, on the mantel piece of the room where I write. 6 The September 1944 Bernice Perry Pulling contasl at Sandwich Fair T. C. Ellis Pulling contest at Sandwich Fair I have gotten few bargains at auctions, but many little things that have interested me: the miniature of a charming small girl, in "The Ragged Mountains" a mould carved out of wood so it leaves the figure of a fish in relief on a cake, on the hill south of Meredith old diaries that reveal the detail of life of a century ago in Shadagee in Sanbornton, in the levelled town of Hill a felt strainer for maple sap used as a fool's cap in school, in North Sandwich. Better than any little treasures, though, are the talks I have had with friends in the crowd, and my memories of rich speech I have heard from Frank Bryer, now with God, past master of the rhythms and pic- turesquenesses of expression in our mountain English. There is a joy, forever gone out of life now that we shall never again hear him begin his crying of an auction with "Say, Folkses!" New Hampshire Troubadour 7 SCENES IN CONCORD Left to right: 1. Business section, Main St. 2. High School. 3. State House. Built 1816-19, enlarged and remodelled 1864-66 and again enlarged 1909. 4. White Park. 5. City Y.M.C.A. 6. Roll of Honor in front of State House. 7. Penacook, Ward 1 of Concord, and a part of Boscawen. 8. Memorial Athletic Field. 9. City Library, dedicated 1940. 10. Upper end of Main St. Pictures by Fred W. Davis and F. R. Wentworth Home by H. Sheriden Baketel, M.D. You ask why I have returned to New Hampshire. — New Hampshire is my State. To be sure, I was born in Ohio but since 1877, when my dearly beloved father, the Reverend Dr. Oliver S. Baketel, was transferred to Newfields, I have been a 100 per cent Granite State man. Every inch of the state, from Coos to the sea, — all belongs to me in affection. For more than 40 years, New York or contiguous New Jersey has been my temporary abiding place, but my real home has been in the Greenland-Portsmouth area, even though I owned no property there. Home is where the heart is, and for more than six decades I have looked on that section of Rockingham as my actual abode. Nine delightful years in the formative period of my youth were spent in Greenland and Portsmouth. Education goes far toward determining the future of the individual, for in the classroom, boys and girls dream dreams and see visions. If their teachers impress on them love of town and state and country, it becomes fixed, even to the extent of being an obsession, as in my case. My instructors at Brackett Academy, Portsmouth High School, Phillips Exeter and Dartmouth must have been lovers of New Hampshire, for my earliest recollections are of the virtues and grandeurs of our commonwealth, revealed to us by the pedagogues. We were taught to believe that the grass is greener, the mountains grander, the valleys more peaceful, the lakes and rivers more placid, picturesque, and the seacoast more beautiful, than in any other section. I believed it then and I do now. The countryside of England, with its regularly patterned fields, 10 The September 7944 Home of Dr. Baketel, Greenland A. A. Peterson its lakes, hills, and famous estates the view across the Bay of Naples from the Vomero on a moonlight night when Vesuvius is erupting the ancient glories of Rome and Florence the revealing delights of the Cote d'Or by the blue waters of the Mediterranean the trip down the castle-lined Rhine the flat canal-bisected lands of the Low Countries the never-to-be-forgotten peaks and lakes of Switzerland, from whence came some of my forebears in 1725 — all these scenes have gladdened our eyes during the many trips that we have made abroad. But wherever we were the thought was ever present — "this is wonderful but it is not New Hampshire." I will stake the peaceful beauty of The Parade in Greenland, on which we live, against the charms of any English or French village. No more perfect marine picture has even been painted than the view of the Isles of Shoals from New Caslle or Rye on a clear day. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Spectacle Pond, Croydon Harold Orne The Alps are stupendous and awe-inspiring, but to me the scene from the country home of my son, Sheridan, Jr., on Sawyer Hill, Canaan, is more soul-satisfying — looking down the hill a mile or more to Goose Pond, a lovely lake, and then up the wooded slopes of the Moose range. And beyond the ridges of the Moose lieth Hanover, loveliest village of the plain — nestling to its tree encircled breast the college of Webster and Choate, the institution which fixed its place in the hearts of college men when Webster said, "Dartmouth is a small college, but there are those who love her." Oxford — Cambridge? Medievally superb, but there is only one Dartmouth. It is my hope that from my Greenland home I can continue to look out over life calmly and steadfastly, until the world for me loses itself in the twilight of time and eternity. 12 The September 1944 AUTUMN FOLIAGE By Maj. W. J. Lincoln Adams As IF to compensate us for the falling leaves of October, which will soon leave the branches bare, Nature paints her autumn foliage with a loveliness of color unknown at any other time of the year. The breathtaking beauty of these exquisite hues, particularly in the golden light of an October afternoon, is beyond all description. They grow mellower as the sunlight wanes until, at twilight, they have softened to delicate pastel shades. At this season of the year our fair, sunlit days are presaged by mists in the valleys, in the early morning, lying there like lakes of cloud, which in truth they are, until the mounting sun dispels them with its increasing warmth. The hillsides are brilliant, however, in their autumn coloring under cloudless skies, even while the river valleys are still shrouded in the morning mists. But before long the entire face of nature, valley as well as hillside, is smiling in the gen- ial sunlight of an October day. Nights are frosty and clear at this time of the year, and the con- stellations swing close to the earth the vault of Heaven seems near. You breathe the keen, fresh air from the north and you realize that summer is past. Next day, however, in the mellow sunlight you feel that winter is still far away. This is the season of magical colors. Vivid-hued foliage against backgrounds of somber greens blue skies, the whitest of clouds, and a golden sun. At night, irridescent stars in a purple heaven, and in due time the great-orbed hunter's moon. The nightly frosts, falling softly on grass and bush, are transformed to glistening robes of diamonds and pearls in the morning light. Is this Paradise, you wonder or can it be you are still living on the earth? New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: A country auction. Kodachrome by F. R. Wentworth. Back Cover: Franconia Range and Pemigewasset River from Woodstock. Photo by C. T. Bodwell At the suggestion of Sgt. Joseph R. H. Camire of Manchester, now in Iran, we are starting a series of pictures of the eleven cities of the state. On pages 8 and 9 of this issue are pictures of Concord in the next issue we will show Manchester These are chiefly for the benefit of our boys and girls in the Service but we hope they will be of interest to our readers generally. The storekeeper in one of the rural towns inquired of the wife of a man who had been reported as "ailing," how he was getting along. "He ain't hard sick," she replied, "but he's considerable poorly." On being assigned to a Naval hospital in this Country after two and a half years' work in the Naval hospital in North Ireland, Lt. Comm. Ralph W. Hunter, son of Edgar M. Hunter, Chairman of the New Hamphisre Public Service Commission, shipped to his Hanover home a pedigreed Irish setter which he purchased soon after reaching Ulster. Three weeks later when the crate was opened at his new home Bernie Boy, alias Ginger, stepped out, sat down in the driveway and solemnly held out his right front paw to Mr. Hunter, Sr. When that had been shaken heartily he stood up and put his paws on Mr. Hunter's shoulders. That settled everthing Bernie Boy, alias Ginger, "took over" and when his master arrived three weeks later everything was well under control, still is, and there is every indication, admit Mr. Hunter, Sr. and Mrs. Hunter, that the situation is likely to continue permanently. Temple, Aug. 25 -- (AP) -- Tomorrow is Good Roads Day for this hilltop village town. Annually, men from all sections of this community turn out with tools, teams and trucks and improve some piece of road for the benefit of everyone. Townswomen prepare and serve elaborate dinners and the event is a community reunion in which everyone participates. Good Roads Day, town officials point out, is a survival of early days when "everyone got together and worked for the common good." The September 1944 DUNBARTON, July 2 (AP) -- When Town Moderator Louis H. Holcombe bangs his gavel Wednesday night at a special town meeting, this town's 500 citizens will consider a matter of importance. The question to be acted on is what color to paint the Town Hall. " Let the people rule," says Holcombe, as he explains why the special town meeting was called. One group of citizens wants the Town Hall painted white, while another favors gray. Selectman John G. Pride, William Merrill and Donald Montgomery claim they don't care what the color is so long as the building is painted. New records in both total sum and number of contributors were established by the 1944 Dartmouth College Alumni Fund with a fine total of $284,251 from 13,499 contributors. The total received is 114 percent of the $250,000 goal set for this year, while the proportion of givers to living graduates is 89 per cent, not counting more than a thousand gifts from the classes of 1944, 1945, and 1946, still regarded as undergraduates. Contributions from the more than 8,000 Dartmouth men now in Nan Hampshire Troubadour uniform were again a feature of the 1944 campaign. The bulk of this year's Dartmouth fund, raised by the Alumni Council, is expected to be added to the College's postwar reconversion reserve, started last year with $190,000 from the 1943 Alumni Fund and now totaling about $275,000. The tax rate for Monroe and North Monroe has been established at 65 cents, the same as for last year. This rate is the lowest in the mem- ory of the town's oldest residents, and is brought about by the fact that two large power developments, the 15-Mile Falls plant and the Mclndoes station, are located in the town limits. — Littleeton Courier 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H WHENCE COMETH MY HELP by P. L. Montgomery Here, on these hills, no sense of loneliness Touches my soul. When the long days are fine, And I can see, for miles on miles, the line Of far-off mountains where their summits press Against the arching azure of the skies, Or when the rain blots all objects out from me But the dim outline of the nearest tree, And little sounds so strangely magnifies, I am content. Peace on my soul descends. No unfilled longings rise in me to choke My will. I smell the fragrance of damp sod Whose pungency with forest odors blends, And from my shoulders, like an outworn cloak, My troubles fall, so close to me seems God. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW McC. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVIII September, 1948 NUMBER 6 out ion AUTUMN >eS5 bu L^arl ^Afunt k The poet Lowell wrote of June and its rare weather. Yet it seems strange that one from New England should choose that particular period to immortalize in verse, unless it better suited the rhythm and meter of his mood. Because to me the harvest season is the more beautiful. Spring holds forth the promise which autumn fulfills. It is the crowning of man's efforts and nature's proclamation of that ancient call, "The King is dead. Long live the King." Wherever one turns, hills and valleys are robed in royal purple and gold intermingled with rich crimson and darker green. This is the season when the very heavens strive for superiority over the colorings of earth. Morning, noon, and night proclaim their majesty. The babbling brooks may sing less loudly, but in them is reflected that perfect blue of heaven and along their banks is found the wine-tinted blue closed gentian blending with the royal purple of the wild aster and the delicate silvery-lavender of the joe-pye weed. New Hampshire Troubadour GUY SHOREY An inviting path at White Lake State Park, Tamworth In every direction one sees fields of blue and white asters, and "goldenrod lighting the retreating footsteps of summer across the field." Ferns which were a rich green all summer assume an ethereal soft yellow, made the more beautiful by contrast with the red clover. Sumac and woodbine vie with the red of maple and oak. The white birch changes its summer's garb of delicate green for one of pure gold which becomes more vivid against the dark green of hemlock and spruce on the mountain side. And then nature, as though fearful of having over-painted the landscape in colors too vivid, changes the grasses, beeches, and some of the oaks to softer tones of brown blending the whole into a beautiful tapestry beyond the power of artist and color matcher to reproduce. Even the fields of shocked corn take on the semblance of an Indian bivouac and one imagines curls of smoke arising from each tepee. The golden pumpkins are the war drums ready to sound the festive dance. The September 7948 Cattle foraging in field and pasture serve only to magnify the peaceful beauty of the season. In autumn we can the more clearly understand the meaning of that blessing from above, "Well done thou good and faithful servant." Were I a modern Lowell, I should sing of the rare days of the New England autumn when the mornings blanket the meadows in a soft mantle of delicate white crystals and the hills and valleys are clothed in a Joseph's coat of many colors. HOPKINTON HOLIDAY er bu IAJ. cJ.. Urodd and J4. ryf. /■bark- Every year thousands of people — city and country folk alike — head for the many fairs held in New Hampshire during the late summer and early autumn. Typical of the New England country fair is the one which has been held at Hopkinton during the first week in September for the last thirty-four years. The Fair's slogan is boldly imprinted on the gay little programs: "Competition Open to the World!" And the statement means just that. All entrants are welcome, regardless of where they may live, and every one has an equal chance to compete for the thousands of dollars offered as prizes. But money alone is hardly the greatest incentive, especially when you consider the labor necessary to prepare entries, the expense of transporting livestock and produce for many miles. It's easy to understand the real reason when you see the exhibits. A farmer takes real pride in what he has developed through his own efforts, whether it happens to be the largest pumpkin in the county or a powerful team of oxen. The exciting atmosphere of the fair stimulates visitors the moment they pass beneath the gay banners which mark the entrance. New Hampshire Troubadour 5 ;;;^-^i:¥i;;;S;;::.;:; 1 iSS'* .- ^^m- ■:::.,.,>..y'*:My..M-^M^^ ...;;::: :::;^:->^ f Ti W. L. CROSS, III Pulling contest at the fair. Matched horses lunge powerfully as the teamsters shout to urge them to drag the stone boat across the line. In the distance can be heard the voice of an announcer over the amplifying system: "C'mon over to the pullin' contest, folks! The events are about to get under way!" You've missed one of the big attractions of the country fair if you haven't seen a pulling contest. To describe the event in the words of one old farmer, "Matched pairs of hosses each takes a crack at haulin' granite slabs on a stone boat. The team kin haul the heftiest weight acrost the line wins a blue ribbon and sixty bucks prize money." Mixed cries resound from the audience. While the crowd surges eagerly around the large enclosure marked off by a red snow fence, the perspiring announcer shouts the name of each team taking its turn, and the weight for that round. "Nine sixty on the boat!" That means nine thousand sixty pounds of solid New Hampshire granite piled on the sled-like 6 The September 7948 1 runners of the stone boat! The two matched horses give a powerful lunge as the teamster shouts and urges them on. "Come on, Lem! Butter down that prize money and let's go home!" "Git a tractor, Pete. You ain't got a chanct against them bays!" Slowly the field narrows down, and the excitement reaches a high pitch when only two teams are left. Each spectator cheers for his favorite — maybe it's a pair of dapple grays or a black and white. One suddenly realizes the amazing power of a horse, as the smooth muscles are seen rippling under the heavy coat. It is an amazing sight to watch the stone boat and its tremendous load — ten thousand pounds — moving inch by inch over the rough ground. But there are so many other events to see! A country fair is a conglomeration of everything imaginable. The sound of carnival music pulsates from the heart of the colorful Midway — with its usual ferris wheel, merry-go-round, and assorted booths. Right next to the Midway at the Hopkinton Fair, you will always find a large circus tent with colored banners flying at every pole. This tent houses the agricultural exhibit, an indispensable feature of every country fair. The inside is as vibrant with motion as the legendary Santa Claus workshop. There are all kinds and sizes of farm machines on exhibit, many of them in operation. Labor-saving devices include such contraptions as a baling machine with spidery arms and a crocodile-like earth scoop, with a snout which can literally "eat" into the earth. There are samples of a hundred different products, from vitamin tablets for the goats to "dessert biscuits" for your dog. "Do Not Feed the Animals." No, its not an exhibit from the zoo, but the long livestock tent, with its collection of cattle and sheep, poultry and hogs. Animals are, after all, one of the primary reasons for the existence of the country fair. You see husky black stallions with white forelocks, Berkshire hogs as fat as an overstuffed sofa, and Hampshire lambs with wool that reminds you of creatures out New Hampshire Troubadour 7 of a Disney film. Small children peek into every corner, staring with complete fascination at an assortment of Naragansett turkeys, white Pekin ducklings, and newly hatched geese. An interesting feature of every fair is the presence of the old timers who describe the fairs of their boyhood. "This one's purty good, but it ain't what it used to be in the old days. . . ."It seems that in the "old days," for instance, a person had to be "a right smart craftsman" to carry off any of the prizes. The women who entered home-made clothing in those days had to do more than just cut and sew the material. The rules stated that they also had to spin and weave the cloth. Not only that, but the wool had to be sheared from local sheep. Such rules had a real basis, because the country fair was one of the first direct means by which our forefathers made American industries independent of foreign markets. It seems also that a surprising number of new inventions were exhibited in the early fairs — along with home-made clocks, boots cut from local leather, and even (in one instance) a somber collection of granite gravestones. If you want to see real country cooking, just browse around the food exhibits at any New Hampshire fair. You'll find yourself in the midst of an appetizing array of golden peaches, juicy blueberries, deep-red strawberries — all as sweet as honey biscuits. Perhaps you have a craving for something more saucy — tomato pickles, vegetable relish, or spiced watermelon. Just thinking of all these delicacies preserved and stored away for the winter months makes your mouth water. Every one who knows will tell you that age means nothing at a country fair. The best peck of Green Mountain potatoes may have been grown by a ten-year old lad or by his grandfather. One of the finest events at any country fair is usually the horse show. At Hopkinton, entries are drawn from every state in New England, with as handsome a collection of thoroughbreds as can be found anywhere in the country. Even for a layman who knows 8 i 1 I nothing about the fine art of horsemanship, it is a beautiful sight to see the flawless grace of the animals. Every movement is as perfected as the rhythms of a trained ballet dancer; every rider is completely at home in the saddle. It takes real skill to bring home the blue ribbon when the competition is so keen, and it takes a mighty good eye to judge the events. Perhaps the biggest attraction of the Hopkinton Fair is the series of trotting races on the half-mile oval track. Here the biggest prizes are offered — usually more than three hundred dollars for each purse. A large white tent, set up by the United States Trotting Association, serves as both stables and club house, where the drivers gather together in friendly groups. The rainbow colors of their caps and jackets stand out against the white of the tent like flowers Thrilling moments at the daredevil show are interspersed with the antics of a clown and an old jalopy, which emits fire, smoke, and loud explosions. w. L. CROSS, III — The bridge to Pierce Island, Portsmouth. DOUGLAS ARMSDEN in the snow. And the races are always crammed with excitement, from the moment the announcer calls the entries to the starting line until the last sulky has finished the race. The form of a good trotter or pacer affords a fascinating sight. The trot is a smooth-flowing rhythm in which the horse's legs move in diagonal pairs, while the pace has more the appearance of a dance — the horse touching ground first on his right legs and then on his left. Towards the end of the afternoon, as darkness approaches, the fair becomes magically transformed. The colorful lights of the ferris wheel and the daisy chains of bulbs strung throughout the grounds begin to sparkle with color. This is the hour when the loudspeakers burst into life and boom forth their invitation to the evening events. The thrill show will soon begin —an exciting me- 10 The September ,948 lange of daredevils, in speeding autos and motor cycles. There will be acrobats and clowns and vaudeville acts, a spotlighted figure swaying dangerously at the top of a hundred-foot pole, and many other colorful figures. Each year, the Hopkinton Fair closes with a spectacular display of fireworks. After the last prize has been awarded and the livestock entries are already being loaded on trucks, after the Midway has begun to close and the final event of the thrill show has run its course, the crowd gathers in the center of the park. With the band playing its loudest, the night sky is emblazoned with the colorful spectacle of rockets and flares, pin wheels and Roman candles. Then darkness falls once more, and the satisfied crowd streams away from the park, certain that this year's fair was the best of all. PICKLIN' TIME bu ^hrauan ^_X [-^eardon in Country Flavor \s There's a tantalizing, spicy, sweet-sour smell coming from the farm kitchen. On a sunny September morning when the countryman is cutting the late rowen, when blue haze hovers on the mountains across the valley, and all earth lies quietly in the fruition of autumn, Mother begins to make the season's batch of pickles. Picklin' time is an important date on the season's calendar. What would home-baked beans be like without pickles? Could one be expected to enjoy a juicy roast of pork on a blizzardy January noon without their tart, biting goodness? And with the fried potatoes for everyday supper what goes better than a generous helping of green-tomato pickles? New Hampshire Troubadour 11 There are all kinds of pickles: green tomato, chutney, beet relish, pickled baby beets, corn relish, sweet mustard pickles, sweet ripe cucumber, bread-and-butter pickles, and others. Each has its place; each is a natural companion for some good dish. The chief point is — it's picklin' time. The pungent, penetrating, tantalizing aroma is all through the house. It spreads into the woodshed where a twelve-year-old lad is stacking chunks of solid oak and maple against the time of cold, and it makes him stop, sniff in appreciation, and smile in anticipation. Mother bends over the bubbling kettle on the stove and inhales critically. Is it strong enough of this or too strong of that? Her menfolk have preferences. As the countryman comes into the kitchen for a midmorning drink of cold water, he whiffs the air with a commendable degree of authority. :cI always like picklin' time," he says. "Smells good." A TREE HAS TURNED RED The letter said: "How's for coming up on your day off? Give careful thought to the invitation. A tree has turned red on the junior mountain across the way that you should see." The letter was from one of our spies who tips us on newsy things. He is taking a late vacation in a summery cottage in the heart of the New Hampshire peaks. We liked the tone of it. He might have said brusquely, "Dig out your mittens. Autumn has arrived in the hills." His gentle and subtle suggestion that the season was changing even before the official Almanac date, makes it easier for us to accept the warning that summer is on the homeward stretch of the roller coaster. Save for the chill in the morning, it was difficult some days the 12 The September 1948 A. N. BOUCHARD Pickerel fishing at May Pond, Washington, Lovewell Mountain in the background. September, with the return of cooler weather, is a popular fishing month for bass, pickerel, and perch. Fly fishing is also enjoyed on northern trout ponds at this time. past week in Boston to discern that autumn was nigh. Those sunny, warm afternoons were deceptive. So we were glad to get that letter from our underground agent in New Hampshire. He bolsters our surmise. But to make doubly certain, early this morning we are headed for the hilltop rendezvous to see the tree that has turned red. Beyond mere confirmation by our own eyes we feel that in a much more important way it will do us a lot of good. After a week of those headlines about strikes, the stock market, Russia and the meat shortage, China and that World Series ticket, the little tree, in this man-made, topsy-turvy world, may reassure us that the eternal verities are still constant. — From the Boston, Mass., Post, Sept. 15, 1946 New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Harvest scene at Jackson. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Countryside near Derry. Photo by Douglas Armsden. Frontispiece: Student golfers at Colby Junior College, New London; Shepard and Colgate halls. Photo by William M. Rittase. COMING EVENTS Major country fairs in New Hampshire this year: Aug. 30-Sept. 4, Pittsfield; Aug. 31-Sept. 2, Canaan; Sept. 3-6, Lancaster; Sept. 3-6, Derry; Sept. 6-8, Hopkinton Fair at Contoocook; Sept. 9—11, Cheshire Fair at Swanzey (near Keene); Sept. 15-18, Plymouth; Sept. 20-26, Rochester; Sept. 30—Oct. 2, Deerfield; Oct. 12, Sandwich. ^jor Five years ago in New Hampshire we bought a little farm house which nestles at the foot of a mountain beside a splashing brook. But we are not fortunate enough to occupy this interesting place all seasons. We have but two short weeks and a few week ends to enjoy the beauty of New Hamp- shire scenery and swim and fish the many lakes which surround the country near the farm. There we and many of our friends have spent very happy days of relaxation during the past trying years. It was such a release to get away from a busy city to the peace of the hills. It meant such a lot to our morale during those hectic years of war. Our guest log, which I have before me, is proof of what it meant to some. Men sick from mental exhaustion and overwork went back to their positions in war plants — better and well enough to carry on again. One boy, just back from overseas, spent his last days on earth with us, happy and less bitter. But the house and buildings got to a stage where repairs became necessary and we had neither the time nor the money to arrange for them and we couldn't bear to allow such a charming old house to deteriorate. There is something about an old house a new one can never have. So we unhappily decided to sell. The place has been sold and extensive repairs will soon be under way and a landmark of bygone days will remain for years to come. Mrs. Irene V. Batghelor Upper Stepney, Connecticut 14 The September 1948 BOOKS AND AUTHORS John Goffers Mill by George Woodbury, W. W. Norton & Company, Inc., New York, $3. The story of the author's adventures in turning an obsolete rural industry at Bedford, New Hampshire, into a design for happy living. Cannon Mountain Panorama, a chart of the view from the summit, identifies more than 200 mountains, published by Arthur E. Bent, Exeter, New Hampshire, $.25. A letter in the May Troubadour states that Frog Rock is located in Francestown. Frog Rock is in New Boston, south part of town on old Colby Farm —just off the highway on Colby Hill Road. I have seen it. Sincerely yours, Harriett L. Dodge Pioneer: The first organized summer camp for boys was established at Asquam Lake, New Hampshire, in 1881 by Henry and Elliott Balch, a couple of Dartmouth students. And they didn't know then that they were founding an industry. — From Neal O'Hara's newspaper column New Hampshire Troubadour Nourishing to the soul are September scenes along New Hampshire roads where maples turn to gold over stone walls and vistas extend over wide valleys to blue mountains beyond. Welcome scenes to more materialistic autumn motorists are the roadside stands which many New Hampshire farmers pile high with colorful produce. In order to toughen them for the campaign of next fall it was suggested that the older members of the Harvard football team meet and take a long tramp through the White Mountains, but the plan has been abandoned. This is to be regretted. All who feel an interest in the venerable University are keenly impressed by the fact that its football eleven is not up to the required standard. We know little of football, but have great faith in White Mountain air and exercise to make hardy and resolute men. If Harvard would organize a part of its mountain climbing contingent into a football team, they might possibly save the expense of much training and wipe out old scores with Yale and Princeton. — From Among the Clouds, August 17, 1897 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. •■:'•■:■' '■■■■X-<y'y^x--yy-:-yyr SEPTEMBER'S PROMISE by fadine CLLdt Rich summer s breath still lingers here — The hot September sun Pours over grass and brilliant bloom Whose season is not done. The foliage spreads, thick and green, Against the sweep of sky — And birch trees ripple silver leaves', As warm, slow winds fan by. Yet — stabbing beauty through the heart — With just a whispered sound, A gold leaf loosened from its bough Now flutters to the ground. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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