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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The Christmas Number of the New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas Greetings from Governor Winant To ALL my fellow members of that cheerful company, the read- ers of The New Hampshire Troubadour, Christmas Greetings! At this season, every day sees carloads of Christmas greens shipped from New Hamp- shire hills to our great cities, there to typify the holiday spirit. And so The Troubadour carries each month to dwellers in those cities, and to many of our home folks as well, a genial, helpful, wise, and witty message of appreciation for the New Hampshire of to- day and of inspiration for the New Hampshire of tomorrow. Christmas Greetings from Governor VVinant John G. Winant The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission, Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. VOL. 1 Edited by Thomas Dreier DECEMBER, 1931 Christmas All the Year NO. 9 THE days before Christmas are the happiest of the year for most youngsters. This is because of their attitude of expectancy. They are half-pleased and half-tormented by a delicious uncertainty. Some- thing is coming that will make them happy. That much they know. But what? There is the mystery. It is this Christmas attitude of the child that even we grown-ups should try to keep all through the year. We know that when we plunge into the days in expectation of great things we feel a rare happiness. There is an aura around us that com- municates itself even to our surroundings and to those with whom we come in contact. The happiness we think is hidden inside us shows itself. There is a new note in our voice, an eager look in our eyes. The New Hampshire Troubadour To those that expect shall be given. They are rewarded for their belief in the divinity of desire. They know that the supply of good is unlimited and that all they need to do is to get in tune. It is the receptive person to whom the world gives its choicest treasures. The conqueror may have his great moments, but his pleasure is coarse compared with that of the person who is given things because they belong to him by rights which no conqueror understands. The receptive person is not merely acquiescent. lie is not negative or indifferent. His eager ex- pectancy, liner than a demand, makes a magnet that draws to him what he needs for his work. For that is all he asks. Mere accumulations of things, even beautiful and precious things, make no appeal to him. All he takes is what will help him express himself more completely in service. The eagerly receptive person never loses the spirit that makes Christmas what it is. Santa Claus comes every day to him. or nearly every day. The unexpectedness of his coming and going is what makes life such a happy adventure. Expect Good Fortune and the guest for whom you prepare will come and live with you. The White Mountain National Forest covers an ana of 522,000 acres. The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo hy George F. Slade Midwinter magic. Here fairies have been at work. Or were they merely playing with diamonds which they left clinging to trees and shrubs when they dropped off to sleep, to lilt music of the eager young brook which is hurrying along carrying messages from the hills to the sea? Pleasures in Contact With Earth THESE is something about life in the country that satisfies the natural man. Love of the soil is part of our inheritance. Although we live in an in- dustrial civilization, we really are children of a civilization that was purely agricultural. The New Hampshire Troubadour Bertrand Russell says he saw a boy two years old who had been brought up in London taken out for the first time to walk in green country. The season was winter and everything was wet and muddy. To the adult eye there was nothing to cause delight, but in the boy there sprang up a strange ecstasy. He knelt on the wet ground, put his face in the grass, and gave utterance to half-inarticulate cries of delight. Mr. Russell goes on to say that many pleasures, of which we may take gambling as a good example, have in them no element of this contact with earth. Such pleasures, in the instant when they cease, leave a man feeling dusty and dissatisfied, hungry for he knows not what. "The special kind of boredom," says Air. Russell, "from which modern urban populations suffer, is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of earth. It makes life hot and dusty and thirsty, like a pilgrimage in the desert. Among those who are rich enough to choose their way of life, the particular brand of unendurable boredom from which they suffer is due, paradoxical as this may seem, to their fear of boredom. In flying from the fructifying kind of boredom they fall a prey to the other, far- worse kind. A happy life must be, to a great extent, a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live." The New Hampshire Troubadour It's because an ever-increasing number of men and women are discovering this truth for themselves that they are seeking homes in the country. To many of them gardening yields infinitely greater joy than golf ever did or ever could. The amusements of the city night clubs seem cheap and tawdry in comparison with an evening in the country when the neighbors drop in for a friendly visit. r. Here are the dogs and men as they looked when they were training at Wonalancet N. H., for the South Pole Expedition. There are other dogs now at Wonalancet, dogs that you will want for your very envn if you go there to be tempted. Photo by Warren Boyer J5 The Matterhorn of the White Mountains is Mount Chocorua. What an appetite comes to the city man or woman who follows the winter trails up the heights! A week's vaeation in winter in the White Mountains will send you back to the city with new strength for the rest ot the winter's work. What Is High Standard Living? WE are told that we must not lower our stand- ard of living. Just what does that mean? Some tell us that we go down the scale when our smaller income compels us to give up our extra car and try to be content with one. Others weep Page 8 The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo by George Slade TM because lower income means fewer night clubs or no betting at all on the golf course. What makes a man feel rich? Do material pos- sessions alone give him that feeling? Then all millionaires ought to be bubbling over with happi- ness. Yet in the old story it was the shirtless man who was the only truly happy man in the kingdom. Apparently happiness is connected in some way or other with what we think and feel. Our intellect and our emotions are of more importance than some of us realize. How have I lowered my living standard when I substitute running the lawn mower or cutting brush for golf? Does the rider in the automobile see more and enjoy more than the person who walks? That is admittedly a debatable question. A hundred dollars invested in books or a course of study may enrich one far more than a million invested in a yacht. Our money income is important, of course, but too often its importance is exaggerated. A woman committed suicide because her husband's income dropped down to where it permitted the use of a Ford but denied the continuance of the sixteen- cylinder Cadillac. That woman's appreciation of true values was warped. India's great leader is demonstrating that material wealth and world influence do not necessarily go together. A rich life The New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Photo by Walter R. Merrimar In the twinkling of an eye, a bobsled can turn solemn oldsters into joyous, shouting youngsters. Now, think of the joys of a sleigh ride on a sunny afternoon or on a moonlight night. Can't you hear the snow crunching under the runners? Here is one happy group at Pecketts' on Sugar Hill. may have nothing whatever to do with rich foods, rich clothes, or material luxury. Rich living is the result of entertaining rich thoughts and emotions. From Mount Washington to California A woman from California, according to James Langley, searched about last summer on the top of Mount Washington for a rock to be taken across the The New Hampshire Troubadour continent for her rock garden. "The particular merit of the stone on the mountain sides," says Mr. Langley, "is its discoloration by time and by the accumulation of moss or other animal or vegetable growths until its surface of beautiful dull grey has become spotted with an entrancing mixture of rich shades of green." Mr. Langley, who is editor of The Concord Monitor, tells us that Mount Washing- ton's alpine flowers are also in much demand by- rock gardeners. Thank God for Quiet Things WHEN the holiday season of the year comes with its uncounted liberated desires which find expression in generosity and neighborliness, we ought to pause and think about those things that during the past year have contributed most to our happiness and contentment of spirit. Most of us discover that we find our greatest joy in simple things. It may have been no more than the fleeting smile of some well-beloved, the gurgling laughter of a baby, the sight of the stars at night, moonlight seen through pine trees, a garden of old-fashioned flowers, the clasp of a friend's hand, a letter that came to us when we were in trouble, or a kindly- emotion aroused by the thought of some one to whom we wished to do good. The New Hampshire Troubadour Perhaps it would be well for each of us during this holiday season, when we may be tempted to think that only gifts suggestive of lavish spending count, to read these verses by Winifred Savage Wilson: Thank God for quiet things! The little brook below the hill Where browsing cattle drink their fill, The (lancing shadows on the ground That pirouette without a sound, This old, gray stile whereon I rest That countless simple feet have pressed, The fields that stretch away, away To meet the sky-line, soft and gray. Thank 1 aid for quiet things! The placid moon that conies at night To clothe my little world in while, As there I walk the old brick way Where flowers their modest faces lay. Then I rejoice to think of Him Who walked the lanes of Galilee, And, in the seamless garment dressed, Brought solace (or the world's unrest. Be mine the peace his promise brings. Oh! 1 thank God for quiet things! tt-fa) Those of us who lead double lives, spending half our time in the city and half in the country, are like the child who, as Charles S. Brooks describes him, /''ire /-' Tin- New Hampshire Troubadour "stands on the rim of magic, one foot in fairyland; and, like a tree that stands above a sunlit pool, he questions which sky is his reality." There are actually two hotels on the top of Mt. Wash- ington, the Summit House and the Tip-Top House. Here is the place to go to watch the sun rise and also to watch f it set. The Sunday morning winter excursion trains of lli? Hoston &' Maine Railroad tarry hundreds of skiiers and snow slitters from Boston and way stations to the hills an.I woods of New Ha mo- shire. More than a thou- sand men. women, and children enjoy these ex- cursions Sunday after Sunday. Photo by Warren Boyef Our Front Cover When you climb up from Pinkham Notch through Tuckerman's Ravine, where yon look down upon Hermit Lake or over the tops of the trees to Boott Spur, you'll feel like kneeling down and giving thanks for snow-covered moun- tains. At your right is the famous Head Wall of Tuckerman's, up which so many eager men and women climb laboriously to reach the top of the king of them all, Mount Washington. Photo bv Harold I. Orne. Archaeological research tells us that The Weirs was the Great Meeting Place of the early Amer- ican Indians, and the largest settlement in New England. Now it is a popular summer resort. The old-time redskins have given way to the brown-skinned bathing beauties. For the purpose of raising money to make themselves more attractive, Salmon Falls and South Berwick, separated only by the Salmon Falls River, held a community auction last summer. Articles auctioned were donated. Each donor was paid a small percentage of the selling price of the article. The money is to be used in beautifying the roadsides at the entrance to the towns. Every year more of our towns are interesting themselves in the work of beautification. Stewart Bosson has a birch bark canoe made by the Indians. Its true history has not been entirely learned, but it is known that among its users have been the poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, and that distinguished educator, Dr. Charles William Eliot. Imagine the joy of its present owner in this canoe that links the old with the new. Next season there probably will be few places in New Hampshire more beautiful than the Neidner estate, near Hillsboro. You will understand why it is called Rosewald Farm when you see the thousands of rose bushes. Beauti- ful stone walls have been built and outside of them roses have been planted. Eventually this will be one of the finest show places in western New Hampshire. John Pearson just came in to talk enthusiastically of the museum that Ira H. Morse has built at Warren, here is a rare collection of mounted animals and trophies collected in the African jungle The New Hampshire Troubadour during 1626 and 1027. There are also curios from India, China and Japan. This is another splendid gift to the state — a companion to the Libby Museum on the shore road between Wolfeboro and Melvin Village. Mr. Morse and Dr. Libby deserve the thanks of all of us. In the White Mountain district are 86 mountain peaks, 13 of which are over 3,000 feet above sea level and 11 of which are over 5,000 feet high. Here are 600 miles of moun- tain trails, more than 500 lakes, 53 camps for boys and 33 for girls, 62 golf courses, hundreds of miles of paved automobile roads, trout streams everywhere, and almost any kind of country pleasure you care to find. The big living room of the Summit House, on the top of Mt. Washington, is 102 by 37 feet, with beamed ceilings and a big open fireplace. There's room for 80 guests in the dining room, and rooms upstairs, with twin beds, accommodate 22 guests. Of course there are also electric lights and hot and cold water. The Gift He Liked WHAT a human note was struck by the poet who wrote this verse: "What a lovely lot of pretty things!" Mary turned to thank the kneeling Kings. And then to Him; "See what they have for you: Spices and myrrh and silks all gold and blue. And see this sparkling stone!" He hid His head Against a little woolly lamb instead. The New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas By FRANK H. SWEET Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the mistletoe, Ho! for the Christmas holly; And ho! for the merry boys and girls Who make the day so jolly. And ho! for the deep, new-fallen snow, For the lace-work on each tree, And ho! for the joyous Christmas bells That ring so merrily. Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the tire's warm glow. For the mirth and the cheer within; And ho! for the tender, thoughtful hearts, And the children's merry din. Ho! ho! for the strong and loving girls. For the manly, tender boys, And ho! thrice ho! for the coming home To share in the Christmas joys. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H. 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VOLUME XVIII August, 1948 NUMBER 5 BRIDGEWATER AND OLD HOME DAY bu f\ev. (charted \AJ, ^T, ^mitk Halfway between Nashua and Lancaster, between the Connecticut River and the border of Maine, Bridgewater might claim to be the geographical center of New Hampshire. The town now reaches from the Pemigewasset River to Newfound Lake, and the two main roads which skirt its edges are well known highways to the White Mountains. Between these lower levels at about 600 feet it humps up to an elevation of over 1900 feet at Peaked Hill. From the private lodge at this point all the most spectacular features of the State, lakes, mountains, and rivers, can be seen in one panorama. From many another point on the necessarily steep roads inspiring views can be caught — and houses are placed to catch them: Cardigan seen across Newfound Lake; big and little Squam with the Sandwich range across the river valley; Franconia Notch beyond the foothills. The prospects nourish without intimidating the human spirit. New Hampshire Troubadour 3 Just as its roads go quickly up and down, so has its population. Bridgewater history is typical of many a New Hampshire hill section. From proprietary land to pioneer settlement, from frontier conditions to self-sufficiency, from subsistence farming to losing competition with new, easier land and industry, from near-abandonment to restoration the course has run in the space of 182 years. It grew more rapidly than it declined, its peak at a population of over 1,000 in 1810. Now there are more cellar-holes than residents, but there are also ties which cannot be broken even if the outward symbol of roof and walls which fashioned them are sometimes gone. Square dancing at Peterborough. Square dancing for some time has been enjoying a great revival in popularity. Dances are being held regularly this summer at a number of hotels and recreation centers. ERIC M. SANFORD Bridgewater was once a part of the Masonian grant known as New Chester and embraced also what is now known as Hill and Bristol. A syndicate acquired it in 1753. It was not surveyed until 1765. The next year the first settler arrived in the person of Thomas Crawford. He built a log cabin on Bridgewater Hill not far from the present Sherman Fletcher house on the Town House road. In 1770 the first frame dwelling was put up by John Mitchell and his wife and it is still standing, used as our country home, after 175 years' occupation by one family. Bridgewater has its share of Colonial architectural features, for the people had an eye for simple grace and the beauty of proportion. Nearer the top of the hill the town center developed with its old cemetery and its houses grouped about the Town House. While the population flourished this served as a meeting place and church, its use by several denominations on a monthly schedule exhibiting a practical form of church unity. It was one of the oldtime two-story buildings of unusual architectural interest, but was reduced to its present form in 1881 to save necessary repairs. Here, and in the grove about it, for the last fifty years Old Home Day has been regularly observed. When Governor Rollins first suggested the custom be inaugurated, the residents lost no time in introducing it to "the Hill." The old families of Bridgewater lived, and lived deeply in human values, longer on their places than most people live in contemporary homes. Not a few still hold the same land and live seasonally if not completely in the same houses. Many of the summer residents have been there longer than most people today stay in one place. The old residents made their contributions far and wide, and still do, carrying out into the world something which Bridgewater gave. They come back to the land and the air and the outlook which nourished them. Where the families are gone, the names usually still linger, and some of the original homes stand substantially unchanged. Name, place, and people are often re- New Hampshire Troubadour 5 Sailboat Regatta on Lake Massabesic, Manchester. ERIC M. SANFORD united on Old Home Day. And they graciously welcome those of us who reverse the process and bring whatever name we have elsewhere to the seclusion of this hilly haven to acquire something which was their birthright. There are factors to be recalled and still inherent in the soil of the hill farms which should not be forgotten or ignored if America is to retain its health and freedom. The older residents come back to them; the newer residents seek them; the place makes old and new one. This year, Old Home Week will be a gala one, the fiftieth without break. No doubt there will be a parade, notable speakers, the older places open to old neighbors, much reminiscence; there will be the traditional church service, baked-bean lunch, handcraft sale, poem written for the occasion, business meeting, and dance. Half a century should establish a custom and ensure that its values will not be discarded. Elsewhere the same will be true; the same sort of history, the same sort of people, the same nostalgia. The hills call and the lakes echo, "Come home!" Editor's Note — Bridgewater's Old Home Day this year is to be August 26. 6 The August 1948 MOUNT WASHINGTON VACATION WEATHER IT IS NORMALLY GOOD AND YOU CAN PICK IT TO BE BETTER bu ~J\en Ljoula Former Official in Charge Mount Washington Observatory. Regardless of looking for perfect conditions the average fair weather mountain day in July and August is good. If on top for the sunrise you may expect a temperature above 40 which will climb to near 60 by mid-afternoon. The wind will keep you comfortably cool averaging about 25 mph. and the sun will pour down through the dust-free (and usually haze-free) air in abundance. If climbing, you can expect a cooling breeze at timberline. If riding up, you will want to put on a sweater when you alight from the train at the Gulf Tanks or on the top. Such exhilarating conditions will make you glad to be out of the heat of the city and really glad to be alive. If a cloud brushes by, reach out and touch it. You may never have such a chance again unless you become airborne, and the thrill of doing it with your feet on solid ground is not to be compared. But despite such attractive interests you most of all came up to this highest point in the north-east to look into five states and Canada, see the Atlantic ocean and Winnipe-saukee, and, by being in the center of it, feel almost a part of that mighty sweep of the Presidential range of the White Mountains. By following the methods given below, you can be sure of enjoying these experiences. You can pick the day when Mt. Washington weather will be good. "It was so fine when we started up . . . but look at it now.,: A visitor to the summit, now thoroughly cloud-doused, is mouthing a time-worn phrase to the weatherman in the Mt. Washington New Hampshire Troubadour 7 Observatory. Outside the fog-smeared thick-glassed windows the air is filled with the wet cloud droplets; so complete is the obscurement that nearby buildings appear only as darker portions of the gray mass; the tremendous view is completely blotted out. The summit is in the middle of a cloud and anyone who enjoys the scenery in one is happy with but little . . . and that little is also very wet. The visitor, rightly, feels cheated. Why does this happen . . . and why should it happen to you? Does the great God of the sky . . . the keeper of the stars and the clouds . . . resent man's intrusion into his lofty domain. The answer is that he does not. However, through very interesting stories and legends, the mountain has been built into a creator of storms; a brewer of the raw elements that split the air with stabbing lightning, ripping winds, and lashing rain. This picture befits such an East Coast giant as Mt. Washington but it does not fit after scientific inspection. The mountain does not breed weather, it merely intensifies it. To have clouds or a storm you must first have moist air, then this air must be lifted to the condensation level. Mt. Washington cannot create moist air but it does Create a lifting when air Fishing Profile Lake, Franconia Notch. Eag 8 The August 1948 WINSTON POTE Eagle Cliff on Mt. Lafayette in background. moving along its base is deflected up its sides. This lifting causes expansion with resulting cooling and, with sufficient moisture, . . . condensation. Thus a cioud is formed on the summit. Rain, snow or a thunderstorm may emerge from such a cloud. However none of these occurs with any intensity unless the cloud is a very thick one. Under normal conditions it just sits on the top of the mountain, getting everything very wet, blotting out the view, and making you feel very cheated . . . that is, unless you pick your day. How does one pick Mt. Washington vacation weather? First of all follow the forecast via newspaper and radio. It usually will not specifically apply to the mountains but it will be an indication. If there is a chance of a storm in the lowlands it will be in general more intense on the mountain. However, if you are in the vicinity of the mountain check with the Mt. Washington Observatory which distributes specific mountain forecasts. These may also be obtained from the Weather Bureau in East Boston; from Joseph Crepeau, airways observer at Fabyans; and from Joe Dodge at the AMC camps in Pinkham Notch. They can tell you what it will be "up-top." New Hampshire Troubadour Then last, but by far not the least effective method, observe conditions yourself. If the day is clear, or if there are only some high clouds at home, with but little wind, and a storm has not just passed, your chances of a favorable day on the summit are good. Pile into the car and head for the peaks. As you near the mountains look for the appearance of those big, white, flat base (cumulus) clouds. If they are increasing rapidly plan a day around the base of the mountain, for the summit is likely to be enshrouded before noon. This need not spoil your trip, for hiking, looking, or sunning on the lower elevations is a joy and usually it is safe to plan a sunset trip to the top, for by then the summit should be clear. Thus most every "fair forecast" day will give you usable mountain weather. For a perfect mountain day, however, look for the arrival of a strong high pressure area with its clear, dry, polar air. The radio or newspapers again will shout its arrival and you will recognize it from the bright blue, cloudless sky, good visibility, crispness of the air and deep blue look of the mountains. If you have a barometer it will merely confirm these conditions by being high and rising. When you see it, set off for the summit assured that you will have no finer weather in the mountains. PAUL SAMPLE bu L^Uzabetk l/l/l. S^wiitk For those who have summered in rural New Hampshire, or enjoyed winter sports in the New Hampshire hills, or motored along the backroads and byways through the farmland and villages off the beaten track, the paintings of Paul Sample are an everlasting source of pleasant memories. If you ask a New Hampshire resi- 10 The August 1948 "Going To Town" painted by Paul Sample in 1936. The scene is near Hanover. This painting was selected by International Business Machines Corporation for their show at the World's Fair in 1940 as representative of the art and character of New Hampshire. Since the day of cleared winter roads, New Hampshire residents have seldom seen this method of going to town. dent which contemporary artist he thinks can best convey the spirit of the New Hampshire countryside, he is apt to answer without hesitation: "Why, Paul Sample, of course." Sample paints the New Hampshire scene (many Vermont scenes, too) from the point of view of a realist, neither twisting the forms into abstract patterns, nor finding strange meanings, psychological or emotional implications underlying the landscape as we see it. He views it from the objective standpoint, expressing the external, rather than seeking the internal aspect of nature. Yet he avoids the banal and trite tradition of painting everything he sees, as he sees it, at a particular moment. His realism is selective, picking out and pointing up certain features, eliminating much of the overwhelming mass of detail, New Hampshire Troubadour 11 and never losing sight of the larger aspect of the painting, the total effect of the design as a whole. Particularly in his water colors, in which medium Sample has great technical skill, he achieves effects of monumentality, of tremendous space and distance with the utmost economy of means. The winter landscapes with large areas of white paper punctuated by small figures or farms nestling in the hills, accents of dark against the overpowering whiteness of the snow, are among the artist's most successful works, and the ones most prized by New Hampshire collectors. Sample feels that figures are essential to every landscape. Without them it can be exceedingly barren and lifeless. The figures lend scale and give some idea of the wide empty areas of the country around them, whether it be buried under tons of crisp white snow, or basking in the sunlight of a pleasant summer day. Congregational Church at Rye. DOUGLAS ARMSDEN Although Sample is most often occupied with the interpretation of the New England scene, his work is not at all limited to landscape. An able portrait and figure painter, he chooses the rural New England types, found in the scattered farms and the tiny villages. He has painted many of them, either busy with their farming or other daily work, or occupied with their favorite diversions — at band concerts, church suppers and socials, country auctions, at the circus, hunting, in the barber shop, enjoying a "hymn sing," or merely passing the time of day. A study of Sample's New England paintings, can give the ob- The August 7948 server a picture of small town and farm life. Not a New Englander by birth, Sample has said: "I am a New Englander by adoption on my own initiative. Born in the South, raised all over this country ... I have always felt that New England was the eventual spot for me ..." Quite appropriately Sample was chosen as the artist to represent New Hampshire in the International Business Machines Corporation collection of contemporary American art, shown at the World's Fair in 1940. A native of Louisville, Sample graduated from Dartmouth in 1921, having distinguished himself chiefly for his athletic prowess — in football, basketball and boxing, of which he was the college's heavyweight champion. He first started to paint when he was nearly 30, going to California in 1925, where he was on the faculty of the University of Southern California for 11 years. His first recognition as a painter came in 1928, when he received an award at a county fair exhibit in California. He became well known for his western landscapes, done in Arizona, Montana and New Mexico, and on the occasion of his first one-man show in New York in 1934, he was hailed as one of the rising young painters of the West. Sample came to Dartmouth in 1938 as artist-in-residence at the college, and has been there ever since, with time out during the war to serve as artist-correspondent for Life Magazine, doing a series of paintings of life on board a submarine on patrol in the Central Pacific. Sample has received prizes and awards for his work in many of the leading national and international exhibitions held in this country, and his paintings are included in the collections of a number of the leading museums. A comprehensive picture of his work as a whole may be seen in the retrospective exhibition of nearly 90 oils and water colors on view at The Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester until September 15. An illustrated catalogue has been published in connection with the exhibition. New Hampshire Troubadour 1 3 Front Cover: Androscoggin River at Shelburne. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Covered bridge and falls on the Contoocook River, U. S. highway 202, in the Monad-nock Region near Bennington. Photo by Eric M. Sanford. Frontispiece: Scene at Bridge-water. Photo by Harold Fowler. COMING EVENTS In addition to the summer theatres mentioned in the July Troubadour, the Salisbury Players are at Salisbury Heights, and the Old Fort Players are at Charlestown. The Dartmouth Players, previously listed, are not operating. The 175th anniversary celebration of Jaffrey is to be held August 20-22." Many New Hampshire communities are observing their fiftieth Old Home Day or Old Home Week this summer. An association was established on the initiative of Gov. Frank W. Rollins in June 1899, to establish and foster the Old Home observances throughout the state. The official dates this year are August 21—28, but some towns choose different dates. The following letter was written to the editor of The Saturday Evening Post, where it appeared in the issue of June 26, 1948: '' I am 13 years old and I would like to ask you something. When are you going to have an article on one of New Hampshire's wonderful cities? "New Hampshire is the most beautiful state in the union and far above the other 'states' (?) in New England. In fact, New Hampshire is so wonderful you must be saving it for the final grand issue. Save the best until the end." Jimmy Merritt Lebanon, N. H. Then the impossible happened. While reeling the lure in, fascinatedly studying the mechanics of the spinning reel, there was a terrific yank on the line and before my stupefied eyes there rose out of the water the hugest small mouth black bass I had ever seen. It seemed to stand on the water on its tail, shaking its vast head like an enraged gnu. In an instant it had shaken the hook free of its mouth and with a final derisive sneer, dove beneath the cold gray water. — From a recent column (about Lake Winnipesaukee) in the Boston Herald by Rudolph Elie 14 The August 1948 * a NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS White Mountains Hilites, by Ash-lev G. Hazeltine, published by H-W-M Sales, Woodsville, N. H., $.60, is a pocket-size booklet of 48 pages, containing brief, readable information about the White Mountains Region. The subjects covered are those of the greatest interest to residents and recreational visitors. ^VJT A summary of hayfever studies made by the New Hampshire Health Department in 1947 is available upon request. It includes a list of towns and cities in which ragweed growths were classified as being light or none. The Boston, Concord, and Montreal Railroad (now part of the Boston and Maine) opened to Meredith, New Hampshire, a hundred years ago, August 10, 1848. Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Hallas of Newton Centre, Massachusetts, climbed to the tops of 58 of New England's mountains (45 of them in New Hampshire) over a period of 20 years to obtain the stones that compose the face of the fireplace (which they built themselves) shown in the photo. The view from the porch in which the fireplace is built "is a skyline of nine hills of what we like to call 'The Friendly Range,' about two miles away across the intervale of Beard Brook, which is a tributary of the north branch of the Contoocook River near East Washington, New Hampshire." To complete the theme and the aptness of the quotation,'' I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills," framed photographs of a number of the mountains from which the stones were carried hang on the walls of the porch. New Hampshire Troubadour 15 FORESIGHT I shall have lived too long when I can see Only the outlines of reality; A bridge, and not the mind that planned it there, Old thumb-latched doors, and not the cross they wear, The seasons' change, and not the laws which bring Harvest in Autumn, robins in the Spring. When I can find no thoughts to dress in rhyme Then I shall know I've lived beyond my time. —Part of a longer poem by Frederick W. Branch in his volume, Land of the Yankees RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N. H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVIII 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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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 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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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 November, 1948 number 8 THE HARVEST SUPPER Ly $utk & Diefd The Town Hall windows are ruddy and bright, The Harvest Supper will be held tonight. Such a hustle and bustle and smiles of cheer, The country folk gather from far and near To partake of rich, deep chicken pie, Hot rolls and butter — oh me — oh my — Salads and pickles and food galore — You eat until you can hold no more. And when you are feeling quite inert, The good wives, beaming, bring on dessert. Pumpkin pies, mince pies, rich fruit cake — You eat some more though you get an ache — And then, upstairs, you hear the strains Of the fiddle, and promptly forget your pains. So you whirl and bow and "docey doe." And waltz a bit with the lights turned low. You forget your woes, know joy and mirth — Rub elbows with the salt of the earth At the Harvest Supper with the Hayshaker Band - Where you dance and dine on the fat of the land. — From Joe Harrington's column, "All Sorts," in Boston Sunday Post New Hampshire Troubadour 3 A NOVEMBER RAMBLE AT WARNER bu {/[/it far a LDe cJLiie in the Boston Globe I was walking up another hill, to get a closer look at Kearsarge Mountain, when I met an elderly gentleman coming down the road. "When the weather's clear," said he, in answer to my question, "you can see the mountain from the top of the rise there . . . but I think we're going to get a storm." He looked away then, not to the north where the mountain lay, but into the west. Just below us, across a near slope filled with the bare candelabra of the sumacs and lighted by a hundred gay red flower-flames, lay the deep, narrow valley of the Warner River. Rugged hills were massed across the valley — the Mink Hills, the man said they were — and clouds were rolling in over them. "And what is this hill we're on?" I asked. "Tory," said he. "Tory Hill." But of the name's origin he wasn't so sure. "Some old families," he said vaguely. I have since learned that in Revolutionary days a couple of families on the hill were not too enthusiastic over the war. They were pacifists, I gather, rather than real Tories; and in later years they joined the peace-loving Shakers. But fine distinctions are rarely made when tempers run high, so the Tories weren't popular with their patriotic neighbors. Warner people have always been quick to offer themselves in every time of public need — as a war monument in the village, right where this road begins, tells each passer-by. The bronze figure of Warner-born Gen. Walter Harriman, Civil War leader and later New Hampshire Governor, stands on the top of it; but the memorial itself is to Warner men of all wars up to the Spanish — 4 The November 7948 Autumn scene at Goffsiown. HAROLD ORNE and you'll find it supplemented by a World War I tablet on the nearby Town Hall, and a later Honor Roll in front of it. I had come up to Warner from Contoocook — traveling a back road that dodges highway traffic for about two miles. It is not a very pleasant road at first, because of a wide clearing slashed beside it for power lines. But eventually the wires swing off, and rocky pasture lands appear, and stretches of young woodlands — and the road becomes a happier place as it journeys among the trees. Have you ever noticed how fresh and brilliant the pine trees seem when the brighter greens of the hardwoods are gone, and the first early snows have not yet shielded the drabness of the roadsides? In spring and summer pines are dark on road and hill — but m a wmter-touched November day they seem gay, and give a youthful touch to the somber garment of the grizzled year. New Hampshire Troubadour 5 When I had got out to the main road, a young man drew up to give me a lift. "I've got to go to Boston myself," he said, when he learned where I came from. "Got to get my leg fixed." "Having trouble with it?" He reached down below his knee, and rapped. "Artificial," he said. "War?" He nodded. "E.T.O.," he said, simply. I thought of him again when, after he'd let me out in the village, I stood before the honor roll at the town hall. Warner's central village is strung out along the valley, where the highway runs above the river. "It's the Warner River," the young veteran had told me, "but I think there's another name to it." Duck hunting east of Manchester. WESLEY M. KRETSCHMER ^%* It was once called the Almesbury (which is perhaps what he had in mind); and the town bore that name, too. "Old No. 1 — 1735" the Warner welcoming sign reads — and Township No. One it was, legally, in those early times. But the first comers were largely from Amesbury, Mass., and they called their new home after the old one. But, somehow, it came out with an "L" in it. New Almesbury the town remained in popular parlance until the present name * was adopted in 1774. It is a busy place, this town — "Lots of business here," I was told — and it has several stores, a bank, a high school that serves neighboring towns, and the Pills-bury Free Library, given years N In honor of Golonal Johnothan Warner of Portsmouth. - - Ed. The November 7948 ago by Charles A. Pillsbury, the flour man of Minneapolis, who was born here and began business in his father's Warner grocery store. Another of the Pillsburys became a Governor of Wisconsin. Incidentally, Warner has also a third Governor to its credit, but I haven't his name at hand. Down by the Warner River a saw whines, and a plume of steam rises, above busy woodworking mills; and across the stream is the ski slope and tow where winter activities are centered. I can see the "slope" as I stand today on Tory Hill again. It is a later day than that in which I met the elderly gentleman on the hill; and the storm that he predicted has come and gone. The "slope" is whitened by the first light snow . . . and there are touches of white here on Tory Hill. And when I go up again to the topmost rise, Kearsarge Mountain lies out ahead with the morning sun bright on it. Its summit glitters. White snowfields are on its flanks. O lift thy head, thou mountain lone, And mate thee with the sun! apostrophizes Edna Dean Proctor; and her wish is come to pass here today. Kearsarge is not a high mountain, but it stands apart from its neighbors, bold and bright and impressive. This is the original Kearsarge, and is not to be confused with the North Conway peak that is properly Pequawket. The Warner mountain gave its name to the U. S. S. Kearsarge of Civil War fame. A boulder from its slopes, given by the townspeople, is the base for a tablet at the grave of Rear Adm. John A. Winslow, commander of the Kearsarge when she sank the Confederate warship Alabama. He is buried at Forest Hills. From Tory Hill I look off at the mountain, which once I had climbed and had hoped to again. It is no climb at all, for there's been a carriage road up it since the 1870's. But this is no time for mountaineering. So, with a last look, I turn back to town. New Hampshire Troubadour 7 AMONG THE GREAT OF THE GRANITE STATE bu /4. cJJuane S^auireSj J^h. JJj. Colby Junior College I. LEWIS CASS (October 9, 1782-June 17, 1866) Just a century ago, in November, 1848, the Democratic party nominated Lewis Cass for the presidency. He was unsuccessful in that quest, but it was only an incident in the long and noteworthy career of this remarkable son of New Hampshire. Lewis Cass was born at Exeter in the same year as Daniel Webster. He attended Exeter Academy in company with young Webster, and many times in his later life crossed the path of that other distinguished Granite State native. In early manhood Cass went to Ohio and participated gallantly in the War of 1812. Following this conflict he was named Governor of Michigan Territory, and for seventeen years held that office. In the course of his administration he visited every nook and corner of his vast domain which, in the early days, in addition to Michigan as we know it, comprised most of Wisconsin and Minnesota as well. That famous Minnesota tourist attraction, Cass Lake, was named by Henry R. Schoolcraft in honor of one of Governor Cass's inspection trips there in 1820. President Andrew Jackson appointed Cass Secretary of War in 1831, and later "Old Hickory" named him American Minister to France. He was chosen U. S. Senator from Michigan in 1845, and was Secretary of State under President Buchanan from 1857 to 1860. Although almost eighty years old when the Civil War began in 1861, Cass was actively interested in the course of the conflict, and was often called upon for advice and counsel. Lewis Cass manifested in politics many of the qualities which we 8 like to think of as characteristic of New Hampshire: devotion to public service without thought of personal gain; intense loyalty to the national welfare as opposed to the merely sectional or local; self-control, humor, and hard work. He was a man who should be emulated in our generation. THE NEW SETTLERS by ^-Menry //. ^tndreivd, /4r. During the long winter months when of necessity we pursue a livelihood far away from our New Hampshire farm we try to keep in touch with the countryside and the people of the beloved summer The New Hampshire Highway Department takes pride in the recently completed highway at Meredith, shown above (looking south), which by-passes the business section and eliminates a railroad crossing. Skirting the shore of Meredith Bay, it gives the motorist a beautiful view of Lake Winnipesaukee, and saves him at least four minutes' driving time. PAUL s. OTIS WENDAY View from Bow. months. The Troubadour helps more than a little, occasional letters from neighbors and other tidings of the hills drift in and are all welcomed. But a short time ago in a weekly newspaper we read with a mingled feeling of hurt pride and partial admission of justice a denunciation of the summer throngs who lightly invade the granite hills each summer. All sorts of folks live year 'round on the farms near ours and all sorts pour in for their few weeks of freedom from spring to fall, and even winter now. There are some of these vacationers that we meet on the lake shores, at country auctions, or along the roads who still look on the hill folks as remnants of a curious rural age. We're not proud of this minority any more than the old New Hampshire-men who always see through the veneer of their false city culture. And by contrast I am reminded of some of our summer-farmer friends in Sanbornton—and any other of dozens of towns would tally to the same account. One blustery day a few years ago the Parkers from down Boston way trudged up the steep hill to the old place that Robert Hunkins Jr. built in the very early years of the 10 The November 1948 last century. His father, a founder of one of our first families in town, arrived in 1788 to clear the unbroken forest and build a home for his young wife and growing family. But after more than a century and a quarter of honest wear Robert, Jr.'s home was just another nearly-deserted farm — broken windows, a leaky roof, and all that goes with the beginning-of-the-end for a hill farm. It was a spark of family life that had been nurtured into a glowing flame so long ago, but now just another dead load on the town's tax books. The restoration of this place, creating new beauty while holding the mellow patina of the decades needs no detailed elaboration. With sweat and toil it was fashioned into a living thing again where children play in the shade of old apple trees and fish in a nearby brook. It is not an especially unique story and the fact that another crumbling farm has been saved from oblivion and that a city man provides his family from his own garden — even these do not come quite to the point. But the love that has gone into this re-creation is as fine as the pioneering spirit of the Hunkins who cleared the pines from the hillsides. When these "new settlers" come with the spirit of a Stark, when they come to add their bit to the grandeur of the hills, to leave a better place than they found, then they have come to stay and they will do credit to New Hampshire. There are those who deplore the passing of the old ways, the farm lands grown to forest again, and the cellar holes by the wayside. There is much that was fine in the New England of a century ago, much in the customs, the morals and plain everyday living that cannot be replaced by any number of modern conveniences. We reached a golden age before the old settlers' families began to turn cityward and westward — but there are more golden ages for New Hampshire, and we summer farmers, or new settlers if you wish, are seeing to it that the old beauty is restored and new ones added. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 WILD RESTAURANTS bu s4ohn vDrevinan Abandoned apple orchards, when they are within or on the edge of wilderness areas, are interesting places in the fall. Almost every kind of New Hampshire game seems to visit them, some for the small scabby fruit that lies on the ground, and some to prey upon the smaller creatures that feast on the apples. Some of the wild orchards are small and consist of a few gnarled trees behind a decaying barn or cellar hole; others cover many acres of rolling sidehill; and there are a few that seem miles in extent because they mark several connected abandoned farms. The forest moves slowly into these orchards, first with briars, hardhack and saplings, and then with big trees that slowly choke out the gnarled apples. There is a favorite wild orchard that I remember well for the variety of game I saw in it one November morning. It occupies several acres of a knoll in a semi-circular valley that is enclosed by high ridges topped with spruce. The sun had not risen above the spruces, and the brown grass was crocheted with frosty cobwebs when I entered the orchard. A cottontail rabbit thumped and streaked off through the hard-hack. I did not shoot, because I had grouse on my mind. When I stooped to examine the apples under the first tree a young coon burst out of a thick place and ran up the knoll and quickly out of sight. A few yards further on a porcupine looked sleepily out of a sapling with stupid black eyes. A little later I heard the unmistakable snort of a deer and caught a glimpse of its white flag as it crashed down off the knoll and toward the timbered ridge. This angered a red squirrel that had been drying apples. Proceeding, I saw a field mouse, two porcupines and a varying 12 The November 1948 hare before nearing a clump of thick pines near the end of the orchard. I had not seen any grouse. An open space with two apple trees just beyond the clump of pines was a likely place and I took care not to make noise as I approached. Suddenly I heard the unmistakable ccquit-quit-quit" of a grouse and the rustle of bird feet on fallen leaves. It sounded like a covey, and I expected them to fly when I stepped out of the pines into the open space. HAROLD ORNE Deer hunters are often favored with early snow in northern New Hampshire. The scene above is First Connecticut Lake, Pittsburg, and Mt. Magalloway. I stepped out, tense, with gun half raised, and looked straight into the eyes of a huge bull elk that stood motionless under an apple tree a few feet away. We regarded each other for a very long minute. It looked as big as a horse. Presently it turned its head away and trotted leisurely off. I heard the sound of at least two other elk,* but the underbrush was too thick to see them. The grouse, five of them, rocketed into the timber, too, before I had enough presence of mind to shoot. On the way back through the orchard by another path I heard but didn't see another cottontail and had a fleeting glimpse of a fox (at least I like to think it was), but there were no more grouse. It's funny how vividly you can remember a hunting trip even though you didn't fire a shot! *The elk were evidently part of a herd that was liberated on the Pillsbury Reservation in Washington, New Hampshire, quite a few years ago. The herd multiplied and spread over a large area in the western part of the state, numbering at one time over two hundred head.—J. B. New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Hunter and dog near Randolph. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Early snow on the Presidential Range, seen from Jefferson on the Meadow Road, connecting the Presidential Highway in Randolph with Route 115. The mountains (from the left) are Madison, Adams, Jefferson, and Washington. Photo by Winston Pote. Frontispiece : Methodist Church at Stark in Autumn. Photo by Winston Pote. A second series of short biographical sketches by J. Duane Squires, chairman of the department of social sciences at Colby Junior College, New London, is begun in this issue of The Troubadour. The earlier sketches were on T. S. Lowe, Ada L. Howard, William Ladd, Sarah J. Hale, and Horace Greeley, appearing in issues from October 1942 to April 1943. As many Troubadour readers know, the country is generously sprinkled with New Hampshire ''press agents" of all ages, who lose no opportunity to sing praises of the state. Fifth-grader Paul F. West recently gave the following talk in his classroom at Elmhurst, Illinois: "Driving through the White Mountains of New Hampshire, one sees vast stretches of forest and mountain land. As you pass along the highway you see an area of rock which looks like any other rock until you reach a certain point. There you see in Nature's most luxurious beauty, out of sheer rock, the face of a proud Indian chief. "Passing other beautiful mountains and Profile Lake one sees another similar cliff, and coming around another bend in the road, one sees on the cliff a true-to-life face of a man — the Old Man of the Mountains. "The White Mountains are visited every year by many people. On your next vacation why not see the world's most beautiful mountainous area — the White Mountains of New Hampshire." The New Hampshire roadside improvement contest, in its first year, aroused much interest in the value of and need for beautification along our highways. Contestants not only have improved the appearance of "measured miles" but also have provided such facilities as picnic tables and off-the-road parking strips. Prize winners were as follows: 14 The November 1948 first, Woodstock Garden Club; second, Haven Hill Garden Club of Rochester; third, White Mountain Garden Club of Lisbon and vicinity; fourth, Barrington Garden Club; for best planting work finished, Greenleaf Civics Club of Franconia; for poison ivy eradication, New London Garden Club; for individual effort in planting, Julius Mason of Hanover; for most perfectly kept mile, George Proctor, Wilton; for forestry work, Donald C. Kimball, Franklin. It has been announced that the contest will continue for another year. Prizes are donated by Harold Alexander Ley of Melvin Village, New Hampshire, and of New York. The contest is conducted by a committee which was called together by the University of New Hampshire Extension Service, and it is also sponsored by the New Hampshire State Highway Department and several other agencies. In 1763 General Jonathan Moul-ton, of Hampton, a personal friend of Gov. Benning Wentworth, and a grantee of Moultonborough, hoisted a British flag upon the horns of an enormous ox weighing 1,400 pounds, which he had fattened for the purpose, and with drum and fife ac- New Hampshire Troubadour companiment and a great parade, drove it to Portsmouth as a present for the governor. He refused all compensation, but as a slight token of esteem from so dear a friend, he would accept a charter of a small gore of land he had discovered adjoining Moultonborough. The governor pleasantly had the grant issued. It conveyed to the wily general 26,972 acres of land, now comprising the towns of New Hampton and Centre Harbor. — From History of Carroll County (1889) I have seen references in The Troubadour to Frog Rock, but no pictures. I enclose an old print of this interesting old landmark, which in years past was often the scene of our family picnics. Harold C. Hutchinson, Milford, N. H. Frog Rock at Now Boston DIVIDENDS A "buck" a day is all we're paid But yet this morning in a glade I saw a deer, a pretty thing. Until I started working here Just think, I'd never seen a deer. (Of course I may have seen a few Moping and hoping in a zoo.) Another thing I never knew Is what the smell of pines can do In somehow helping you to find The real resources of your mind — I feel — it may seem odd — We're getting extra pay from God. — By a young man enrolled in a New Hampshire CCC camp during the nineteen thirties. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour May 1945ADOU1 But, to New England eyes, is anything More beautiful than apple trees in bloom Or the green haze of Spring upon the hills? — From "Home-Coming," by Mazie V. Carruthers VINSTON POTE The New Hampshire troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XVMay,7 9-45NUMBER 2 NEWHAMPSHIREFEDERATIONOF GARDENCLUBS by Mrs. James A. Funkhouser "Come into our garden, friends, for we adore it and wish to share its treasures with thee " — Lyman. Gardening is a never-ending joy. We plan, plow and plant weed, work and wait then reap, in beauty and in cupboards full of winter stores, the fruition of our dreams. When the harvest is gathered, the flower and vegetable beds made ready for the winter, it is time to read next year's catalogs and plan the new fabulous beauties of the season to come. Beate Hahn in her lecture, "Live With Your Garden" says, "Gardening is the one thing that brings youth and age together and makes them equals. The age of two is not too young to start gardening, and one is never too old." New Hampshire Troubadour3 HAROLD ORNS The The Garden at Webster Lake, Franklin kiss of the sun for pardon.One is nearer God's Heart in a garden song of the birds for mirth.Than anywhere else on earth. — From "God's Garden," by Dorothy Frances Gurney Capt. James B. Goyne of Princeton, N. J., chief of the Hospital Reconditioning Service, is enthusiastic about this "green thumb" medicine. "Few prescriptions have been as effective in healing sick minds and bodies as that of garden work." Dr. Allen R. Dafoe says, "I still prescribe gardening. It's as subtle as the soothing power of music only ten times more potent." Visiting other gardens always gives incentive to both the visitor and the gardener. The Troubadour has available to all interested, 4The May 1945 the New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs list of gardens to visit in this state. There are thirty-five Garden Clubs in the State Federation, all striving toward the same goal recommended by the National Council of State Garden Clubs. First, that of Education, teaching people to garden more intelligently. Second, Victory Gardening, every home to have its own vegetable garden. Third, Conservation of our Natural Resources. Fourth, to assist in giving Hospital Service. The Garden Clubs of this State have given much time and effort to Hospital Service work, under the Red Cross. Flower carts, from which each boy may choose the flower he likes best for his bedside table, Xmas trees and other Yuletide decorations, gardens for the men, and the landscaping of the grounds around the Grenier, Langdon and Portsmouth Hospitals for Service Men. These are just a few of the many services rendered by the organization. The clubs have worked with Defense Units in setting up Garden Areas, answering questions, and generally assisting those in charge of Victory Garden programs. The Extension Department at the University of New Hampshire offers two garden courses, one Small Fruits, and the other Vegetable Gardening. In Conservation, work has been done to preserve our native wild plants, fast disappearing through careless pulling and cutting. A list of what to pick and what to save has been compiled. Bird study and work with Junior Garden Clubs is another feature. Training our youth to build gardens, and to care for wild plants and birds, will make them better citizens of the future. The Federation is active in the keeping of our natural beauties free from ugly advertising, and in assisting roadside developments with plantings. There are times to play as well as to work, and one of the most delightful is New England Day, celebrated each year at the Champlin Home near Rochester. There people from all over New England meet, and become friends and workers together. New Hampshire Troubadour5 MY HOME STATE by Dorothy Q. Bastile As an old-time resident of New Hampshire I would like to take a bit of time, and delve into the inner thoughts and feelings of my mind, and "open up" with a word of affection for the little state which has brought me so much enjoyment. I think if one is fortunate enough to travel about even on the outer edges of New England, one learns very quickly to appreciate more acutely the loveliness of New England within its borders, and to draw the line even closer, to realize the qualities of the state of New Hampshire. Here one finds, by comparison with other states, a quite small one, within which is considerable variation of landscape. In the southern section is what is called the "Monadnock Region." It centers around the one sizable mountain of that name which rises about 3,100 feet above sea-level. For the most part, however, it is low hills — up-hill and down-dale country, with clear air, white pine forests, and charming towns and villages. Then there is the Lakes Region in midstate, beautiful beyond description, where Lake Winnipesaukee, the largest of the group, spreads out into coves and bays and distant stretches for many miles. For its background it has the blue outline of the range of mountains to the north. Covering a large area of wild and rugged country, the mountains there vary in height, but are steep and wooded, and rocky-near their summits — as the well-cut face of the "Old Man of the Mountains" will testify. They roll on one after another as if glad of each other's company and proud of their dignity and grandeur. Down through their vales (or notches, as the Franconia and Crawford highways are called) twist and wind the roadways through which men may drive or walk, there to sense their own 6The May 1945 WINSTON POTS SixH.P.double-disk harrow at work under the shadow of Mts. Madison and Adams near Gorham littleness, yet feel the uplift which binds men's souls to the spirit of the God over us all. Down from the mountains with foaming fury rush the waterfalls. They find their way through rocky channels and into glassy pools, where, crystal-clear, they hush you to silence and inward reflection. Coming down from the mountains, and heading due east, you will come to a neat bit of coast-line where the waters of the Atlantic New Hampshire Troubadour7 FRANKLIN Named in honor of Benjamin Franklin, the city was incorporated in 1828 from parts of Andover, Salisbury, Northfield, and Sanbornton It became a city in 1895 Top row: 1. High School. 2. Main Street 3. Public Library. Center right: Birthplace of Daniel Webster Bottom row: 1. Congregational Church and a Bust of Daniel Webster, “New Hampshire’s greatest son." 2. The Armory. 3. Mills on the Winnipesaukee River. Photos by B. P. Atkinson, E. D. Currier, Shoreye Studio and Harold Orne. V^Sr-AT HAROLD ORNE A service man on furlough and his wife climbing up the Boott Spur Trail on Mt. Washington. In the valley at right is the Tuckerman Ravine Shelter (WMNF) wash ceaselessly into the soft shelters of sandy beach along through the township of the Hamptons. Going back inland for a very short distance you travel past wide and fertile fields, cattle grazing, corn growing. Beautiful old farms that — true — have seen better days, but still stand erect and dignified in their Colonial architecture, and remind one of the days of their beginning when the pioneers had high standards of workmanship and construction, and built their homes, not only in perfect taste, but to last, and in well-chosen sites. It would seem that their own day was one of peace 10 The May 1945 and plenty, yet such could not have been the case as it was their lot to clear the land of trees, stubble, and rock, and to make what now are such pleasant fields and good turf land. Added to such difficulties must have been that of accumulating their materials. Hand-hewn wood, hand-made bricks, hand-wrought wooden pegs and nails no roadways such as we take so for granted, but everything drawn over rough trails, probably by oxen. All errands in their time were carried out on horseback, and over long distances, for the wives and mothers as well as the men of their families. These are only a few of the thoughts that make one appreciate the smiling, pleasant beauty of this section of New Hampshire countryside. The city of Portsmouth in this vicinity has true dignity and atmosphere, bred by time, and the character of its citizens, and savors of maritime history as it goes back in American history as an important seaport. In my own section of the state, the southern part, there is a peculiar intimacy that grows in you with the years, and bids you never turn your back on it without the promise of coming back. Here the towns and villages are truly New England in the best sense — as they keep open the door to the outsider, and it is his own fault if he fails to catch the spirit which so binds him to it. People here are like people everywhere no doubt, yet there is some real here. The best of those who have "always lived here" are un-trammeled in their spirit of intelligence, kindness, and honesty, and one soon learns to mingle his own interests and feelings with theirs, and to breathe deep with a sense of trust and a happier consciousness of really "coming home." With my son, who is with the fighting forces in Britain, I share the love of this corner of the globe. It helps me to await his safe return, as I feel sure it helps him to meet the task at hand, with something of the courage and high purpose instilled by the air and the atmosphere of this little section of the world. New Hampshire Troubadour11 TOALLRESIDENTSOF NEWHAMPSHIRE in the Armed Forces of the United States Greetings: The Legislature of 1943 passed a Joint Resolution directing the State Planning and Development Commission to send the Troubadour to you without charge and provided an appropriation of seven thousand five hundred dollars ($7,500) a year for that purpose. The Legislature now in session has passed the following: STATE OF NEW HAMPSHIRE In the year of Our Lord One thousand nine hundred and forty-five Joint Resolution Providing for the Mailing of the New Hampshire Troubadour To Residents of the State in the Armed Forces of the United States. Resolved by the Senate and House of Representatives in General Court convened: That the sum of twelve thousand dollars ($12,000) be and the same is hereby appropriated for the year 1946 and a like sum for the year 1947 for the purpose of publishing and mailing the New Hampshire Troubadour to all residents of the State of New Hampshire while they serve in the armed forces of the United States, on condition that names and addresses shall be submitted to the state planning and development commission by recognized organizations who shall correct their lists at least once each month. Said funds shall be expended under the direction of the state planning and development commission and any unexpended portion of this appropriation shall lapse and shall not be transferred to any other appropriation. 12The May 1945 ■ MANAHAN STUDIO Salmon fishing at inlet of First Connecticut Lake, Pittsburg And so it is our privilege and pleasure to announce that you are to continue to receive the Troubadour if you will make arrangements to have us fully posted at all times on your current address. We realize that letter-writing is at times difficult and sometimes impossible but just a post card announcing any change of address is all that is necessary. In closing I wish to repeat what I said when announcing the action of the Legislature in the July, 1943 issue of the Troubadour: "It is our hope that the Troubadour not only will be a monthly reminder that the home folks don't forget, but that it may also show you Home as you left it and as we are trying to do our part in keeping it for you."Donald Tuttle, Editor New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Old house in Hopkinton. Kodachrome by Wenday. Back Cover: Sandwich Dome over Plummer Pond, Sandwich. Photo by Harrison Fisk. The New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs is compiling a list of 100 or more gardens which are open to visitors. Copies may be obtained from Mrs. Arthur A. Pen-nock, Littleton, New Hampshire. Recently a young woman applied at one of the United States Employment Service offices for permission to transfer to a different job. Referral was denied by the interviewer because the girl was employed in an essential shoe shop and wanted to transfer to a job in a less essential plant. But she was persistent and attempted to press her point with what she thought was a strong argument. She had overheard the foreman who wanted to employ her say he had a bottleneck in his department and needed her badly. Taking that as her cue, she insisted that the job she wanted was much more important to the war effort than the one she had because, she explained, she was to work on a "bottleneck ma- chine." And she stoutly maintained that she had had "lots of experience"asabottleneckmachine operator. —Concord Monitor The purple lilac is the official state flower of New Hampshire. An Admiralty village WAVE says she's had a national romance. She was born in New Hampshire, enlisted while living in Maine, met her future husband in Oklahoma, received her engagement ring from California, her wedding ring from Arizona, and was married in New Mexico. Then she was stationed in Washington, D. O, and he in Gulf-port, Miss. Now he's a pilot of a FlyingFortressintheEuropean theater. —Concord Monitor Here are some famous newspaper men who were born in New Hampshire: Horace Greeley, founder of the New York Tribune, at Amherst Charles A. Dana, editor of the New York Sun, at Hinsdale Horace White, editor of the New York Tribune and the New York Evening Post, at Colebrook Charles R. Miller, editor of the NewYorkTimes, at 14 The May 1945 Hanover Stilson Hutchins, founder of the Washington Post, at Whitefield and John Wentworth, founder and editor of the Democrat, the first newspaper in Chicago, at Sandwich. Here are some items from the 1856 ledger of Thompson and Davis, Newmarket: July 17 1 Dust Brush .35 1 Stove Brush .17 1 Parlor Stove 5.00 1 Box Stove 1 .50 679 lbs. Hard Coal 2.72 1 Pair Brittania Lamps 1 .00 1 Coal Shovel .35 ^W The Indians used to wear long hair the same as men had done in England. Whatever the Indians did was regarded as " barbarous." So the belief developed that men who wore long hair were barbarians. In 1648 the wearing of long hair was condemned by the Church as sinful. The Governor, Deputy Governor, and magistrates entered into an association to prevent it. "Forasmuch as the wearing of long hair," their proclamation read, "after the manner of ruffians and barbarous Indians, has begun to in- New Hampshire Troubadour vade New England, contrary to the rule of God's word, which says it is a shame for a man to wear long hair, we do declare and manifest our dislike and detestation against the wearing of such long hair, as against a thing uncivil and unmanly, whereby men do deform themselves and do corrupt good manners." — Pillsbury's History of New Hampshire MEMORIES By Richard Birch Some small things will remain with me No matter where I go The fragrance of a mountain trail, Moon shadows far below The saffron tint of early morn, Its chill and searching breeze The scarlet hue of bunch berries, Clustered beneath the trees The silver needles of the rain, Beating hard against my face The rainbow up against the sky, The fleeting storm to chase. These things they will remain with me, No matter where I go. The open road, the woods of home, Because I love them so. — From "The Classical Review" of The Classical High School, Providence, Rhode Island 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD.N H r WHETSTONES by Madeleine Burch Cole IN APPALACHIA There are those that love the surging crowds, Or roam a restless sea, But the upland slope and tinkling bells Are heaven enough for me. There are those that need to whet their lance Against a throbbing throng But the stone that whets my blade the best Is a wood thrush and its song, And the still, cool aisles of forest shade, And a sapphire mountain lake Where the doe and buck come down to drink With the loon and lone wild drake. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Washington. Spring skiing will be enjoyed here through the month of May and possibly part of June The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XVApril,I 9-45NUMBER 1 SAPTIME by Lewis C. Swain Acting Extension Forester, University of New Hampshire Who first tapped a maple tree in New Hampshire or where he dwelt is a matter of historical conjecture. But whoever he was, his example has been followed with unfailing regularity each spring as snow begins to settle in the woods. Some call it rock maple and others hard maple, but the name preferred by most is sugar maple. Of all sap producing trees, it is the sweetest and its virtues have been sung since that early day in history when somebody first tapped a tree. From tidewater to Pittsburg it's just the same, with no town excepted — buckets, pails, jars, hanging on trees along the road. Anything to catch the sweet sap dripping from rough wooden spiles or patented metal spouts. You may criticize the methods and utensils, but each sugar-maker will tell you that his product is unexcelled, for didn't he learn how to make it thick and dark — or light as amber, or to lake it off just when — well, that's how grandfather did it. New Hampshire Troubadour3 The best of it is that there's fun in it along with a lot of hard work. The little girl in the red dress, bare legs and galoshes, strives just as hard to carry her small pail of sap without spilling as the 88-year-old veteran with his wooden yoke and brace of buckets. Lest you gain the impression that this is the way New Hampshire maple producers go about making their two, three or five hundred gallons of syrup, you may recall the sugar house at the edge of the maple grove. And if you are one of the fortunate, you remember the sugaring-off party you went to. Yes, they still use oxen to haul collecting tanks, though there aren't as many as there used to be. Horses are more commonly seen working around the sugar bush. Instead of old-fashioned pans set on brick arches, shining evaporators now send up clouds of steam through ventilators in the roof. To each visitor it seems incredible that cold sap from the storage tank comes in at one end of the evaporator and that only a dozen or fifteen feet away at the other end finished syrup is bubbling seven degrees higher than the temperature of boiling water. And this, by the way, is the point at which the syrup is drawn off. Many people use the hydrometer to be sure of exact density and only recently a new standardizing instrument called a hydrotherm has put in an appearance. No two sugar houses will be found just alike. Each is built according to ideas or whims, but the essentials are always there. First in importance is a good supply of dry wood, for once a fire is started under the evaporator the sap must boil rapidly to make high quality syrup. Some say that it takes a cord of wood for every 60 to 70 buckets hung on the trees. A bench or table, stools, backless chairs and sometimes a stove help to make the rustic appearance just about complete. Over near Winnipesaukee is a sugar house like that, and on the stove there's always a coffee pot. Night sap boiling, with some of the neighbors dropping in, a cup of coffee, some home-made doughnuts and plenty of new syrup — well, that's as right as anything can be. 4The April 1945 INTERNATIONAL NEWS PHOTOS Samuel W. Smith of High Maples Farm, Gilford, with the aid of competent helpers, gathering sap for maple syrup The smell of wood smoke in the grove, of steaming syrup nearly done, and even tobacco, leaves an impression never to be erased from memory. Nights when ice forms in the sap buckets with warm, thawing sunshine the next day are best for good sap flow. It takes a barrel or more of sap to make a gallon of syrup and when the run is favorable, everybody is on the jump. Pails on trees are full and running over, boiling is at top speed in the evaporator and it's work around the clock. One veteran of many a maple season said he hoped to be able to fill his syrup orders, already at the five hundred gallon mark. Did he really enjoy it or was it just a lot of hard work? You should have seen his eyes light up when he said, "Yes, I like it." New Hampshire Troubadour5 The old trees, some tapped more than fifty years, are weather beaten and a little infirm. They have lived useful lives, giving pleasure and profit. Each one has provided sap for sweet maple syrup, or delightful scalloped sugar cakes, and perhaps maple candies, heart or leaf shaped. Some people are caring for young trees to replace the older ones as they drop out one by one. And this is as it should be. May the time never come when Mother, Dad and the children fail to greet springtime as saptime. SUNSETATNEWFOUNDLAKE by Alden Paul Gurney U.S.N.R. S.2/c Evening was drawing near, and the sun began to settle behind Sugar Loaf Mountain. The lake looked like a giant mirror reflecting the colors of the sky and the blue of the mountain. Bright red shaded gently and smoothly into a light orange, and finally into the gray of evening. The mountain, capped with blue haze, stood in bold relief against the sunset glow. Off the lake drifted a large silvery cloud which wound its way through the valley and seemed to make a path to the heavens. As the sun sank lower the mountain became gray in color, light at the top and gradually deepening into darkness at the base. A soft wind blew through the pine trees, making a low, eerie whispering sound that seemed to be the voice of the forest. An eagle circling the lake turned towards its nest on a barren tree high on a lofty crag. All the earth seemed to become peaceful as God gently pulled the blanket of evening over the world and tucked it to sleep for the night. 6The April 1945 "WHENCECOMETHMYHELP" by Odell Shepard Let me sleep among the shadows of the mountains when I die, In the murmur of the pines and sliding streams, Where the long day loiters by Like a cloud across the sky, Where the moon-drenched night is musical with dreams. Lay me down within a canyon of the mountains, far away, In a valley filled with dim and rosy light, Where the flashing rivers play Out across the golden day, And a noise of many waters brims the night. All the wisdom, all the beauty I have lived for, unaware, Came upon me by the banks of upland rills I have seen God walking there In the solemn soundless air When the morning wakened wonder in the hills. I am what the mountains made me, of their green and gold and gray, Of the dawnlight and the moonlight and the foam.... Mighty mothers far away, Ye, who washed my soul in spray, I am coming, mother mountains, coming home. When I draw my dreams about me, when I leave the darkling plain Where my soul forgets to soar and learns to plod, I shall go back home again To the kingdoms of the rain, To the blue purlieus of heaven, nearer God. Where the rose of dawn blooms earlier across the miles of mist, Between the tides of sundown and moonrise I shall keep a lover's tryst With the gold and amethyst, With the stars for my companions in the skies. From "The Oxford Book of American Verse," by Bliss Carman New Hampshire Troubadour7 ROCHESTER Rochester, incorporated in 1722, and including what are now Farmington and Milton, became a city in 1891. Top row, left to right: 1. The Square. 2. City Hall. 3. Main Street from the Square. Middle row: 1. Honor Roll in front of City Hall. 2. Home of the late Ex. Gov. Rolland Spaulding. Bottom row: 1. Cocheco River from North Main Street Bridge. 2. Spaulding High School Athletic Field. 3. Frisbie Memorial Hospital. All photos by A. Thornton Gray New Boston, home of the Molly Stark Gun of Revolutionary War Time, an unspoiled hill town with many fine farms —year-round and summer homes, and magnificent views from its encircling hills, OLDNEWHAMPSHIRE by Engign Sid Dimond U.S.N.R. Fellows in the service are constantly exposed to information on "what they are fighting for." Of course, every man has his own conception of the ideals involved in this struggle. Most of us, as everyday human beings, find these elements best expressed in just one word . . . democracy. And so, realizing that democracy (with its related freedoms) is the reason for whatever sacrifices are necessary to win the war, we find ourselves asking, "What does democracy mean to me?" The answer is usually based on the so-called "little" comforts and pleasures of life which have come into our lives as a result of living under that system of government. 10 The April 1945 What are some of these comforts and pleasures? The wife . . . Mom . . . the family. The dear ones are always first, especially when things are going badly and one is lonely. But always there, running for second place, is the home town, the state, and all it has to offer. Now it seems to me that we from New Hampshire are especially fortunate in that direction. As we look back over the days when we were just civilians, hundreds of precious memories are recalled. In my particular case, it's the smell of boiling maple sap in the pans at Granddad's maple sugar house in Penacook . . . swimming and boating at the State's largest lake ... or the thrill of a first Tramway ride, especially when the Tram passes over the supports and you suddenly realize that you are hundreds of feet above a tiny, green, miniature forest. Or, perhaps, standing on the top of Rattlesnake Hill and watching the hustle and bustle of Concord as though it were just a toy model of a town . . . the placid Merrimack threading its way toward Manchester, and infinite busses and trains going their way. Yeah, that's New Hampshire! Or, perhaps, it's just a stroll through the picturesque State campus at Durham, or a Sunday afternoon dip at the State beach down Hampton way! And many is the week end the boys and I have enjoyed a trek to the summit of Mt. Washington, or a drive to the Ski Tow, passing through Crawford Notch for another peek at nature's panorama. Most of us have our own little spot in New Hampshire where we feel closer to God through the beauty of Mother Nature . . . and thoughts go back there sometimes. With me, it's a little out-of-the-way place called Broad Cove, just outside of Hopkinton, where man's civilization hasn't touched the rugged scenery. There I can think ... free from the maddening pace of the modern world. Shucks, there are many others which could be mentioned . . . but each man has his own particular places . . . his own particular memories ... and his own particular plans for those glorious New Hampshire Troubadour11 days after victory has become ours. Maybe it's a fishing and camping (or skiing trip) in the White Mountains ... or, perhaps, just a new home built down Epsom way. But whatever it is, in a way it is helping to win the war. For, as one of my friends in North Africa wrote, "The memories we cherish, and the plans for future pleasures, always make our present situation seem a little more bearable. Yup, it sure helps!" Back in Garrison School in Concord our teacher taught us a song which has, time and time again, run through my mind. Never has it meant more to me than at the present moment. It is our State Song, and part of it goes something like this: "With a skill that knows no measure .. . God made the rugged old Granite State!" One of these days, old Granite State, we're coming back . . . and when we do we'll be better Americans . . . better able to appreciate what has been placed for us, and built for us, from the shores of the Atlantic to the snow-capped splendor of our mountain ranges! NEWHAMPSHIRETOWNMEETINGS (Quoted by permission from Time magazine of March 26) It was fine town-meeting weather. The roads were passable. Spring was on its way. The good citizens of New Hampshire met, as they have every spring for 150 years or more, to elect the township officers, approve or amend the budgets, define the general policy of 224 towns for the coming year. It was the purest and the oldest manifestation of democracy in the U.S. Mindful of the unusually heavy snows and the discomfort of the past winter, the cautious people of the Granite State unbound their wallets, voted to buy record amounts of snow-removal and bridge-building equipment. They laid out unusually large sums, too, for 12The April 1945 Colburn Park and main business section of Lebanon such postwar projects as road construction, sewer systems, sewage disposal, and memorials for their servicemen. Pembroke decided to auction off its police station to the highest bidder. Weare sold its tramp house for $1 — cash. Dorchester recessed at noon for a hot dinner and homemade fudge. Oldtimers pondered Surry's attendance — the smallest town meeting in years — and concluded that "everybody's working." Mason was pleased that its police department cost only $8 in 1944, but voted to give it an additional $17 for 1945. Rye felicitated its venerable town clerk on his 83 years and his 58th term in office. These were the normal, every-year matters of New Hampshire living. But this year, as never before, the sights of New Hampshire-men were set on wider horizons. At the bottom of every ballot in every town was a searching question: "To see if the town will vote to support United States membership in a general system of inter- New Hampshire Troubadour 13 national cooperation, such as that proposed at the Dumbarton Oaks Conference, having police power to maintain the peace of the world." The question had . . . become Senate Joint Resolution No. 1. In most towns there was little debate on it, and most townsfolk admitted that they did not know much about the plan. But they gave international cooperation a thumping (18-to-l) yea. Their sons were fighting all over the world, and they were for anything that gave hope of keeping it from happening again.. . . Front Cover: Mt. Washington and Peabody River from Gorham in April. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Adams from the Glen in April. Photograph by Winston Pote. Spring fishing on New Hampshire lakes begins April 15, with trolling for lake trout and salmon. On the same day the season opens for brook trout at Lake Sunapee, New London, and at Pleasant Lake, Elkins. Elsewhere in the state the brook trout season opens May 1. Mild weather in late February and in March has advanced spring fishing conditions by about two weeks. The brook trout daily limit is 15 fish, six inches or more in length, or five pounds, except that at Sunapee the minimum length is ten inches, and in northern Coos County there are a few special regulations. Anglers are advised to consult the fishing laws to be sure that they remain within the regulations. A copy will be sent on request. The youngest and one of the most active agricultural organizations of the state is the New Hampshire Maple Producers Association. There are now 116 members. "Two crocheted bonnets," by Sarah K. Colony. Our own judgment was, if they were intended for bonnets, they would ornament the head of a lady to the best advantage in the shade, when the mercury stood about 90. 14 The April 1945 "As a whole, the Ladies' Department was marked by fewer features of mediocrity than any other of the exhibition. One omission, it struck us, might be rectified at future meetings: that was the absence of the ages of the young contributors from the tickets upon their specimens of crayon, oil, and other paintings, etc. We know the delicacy which interferes with this requirement in the case of older young ladies, and would respectfully suggest that the age should be specified in every case where the competitor has not exceeded fourteen years." — From "Transactions of the New Hampshire State Agricultural Society for the year 1854" In the February issue of "Historical New Hampshire," a publication of the New Hampshire Historical Society, there is an interesting article, "Price Control in New Hampshire in 1777," by Dr. Kenneth Scott. We quote the following: "Early in the Spring of 1777 the state legislature fixed the prices for the common necessaries of life. Some two years later, on September 22, 1778, a convention of dele- New Hampshire Troubadour gates for the state met in Concord under the presidency of John Lang-don and agreed that it was ' absolutely necessary to have affixed prices to most articles of trade.' Some 30 commodities were named with their 'ceiling' prices. These prices were to hold for Portsmouth and certain other places, while the remaining towns were to make their own regulations and set prices to be taken by innkeepers, tradesmen and laborers. It was further recommended that everyone sell commodities as much lower than the proposed prices as possible, while all persons acting contrary to the regulations were to be exposed as 'enemies to their country.' " Blake H. Rand, aged 83 years, Rye's perennial town clerk, was returned to office at Tuesday's town meeting, to serve his 58th term. Mr. Rand lays claim to being New Hampshire's oldest town clerk in point of service. Endorsed by both the Republican and Democratic parties, Clerk Rand, Tuesday, received the highest vote of any town official, 307 persons expressing a preference for his continued services. — Exeter News Letter 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. APRIL NOW IN MORNING CLAD .iby Bliss Carman April now in morning clad Like a gleaming oread, With the south wind in her voice, comes to bid the world rejoice. With the sunlight on her bow, Through her veil of silver showers, April o’er New England now Trails her robe of woodland flowers. Violet and anemone While along the misty sea, Pipe at lip, she seems to blow Haunting airs of long ago. From “Bliss Carman’s Poems” Published by: Dodd, Mead & Co., New York*B S': Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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