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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to yon every month, singing the praises of Seu- Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delighful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord. Sew Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May II. 1949, at the Post office at Concord. Sew Hampshire, under the Act of March 5, IH79. Andrew M. Heath, Editor Volume XX DECEMBER, 1950 Number 9 A WISH by Christine Whiting Parmenter in The Boston Post If I could have one Christmas wish come true I’d ask for Christmas such as once we knew: Snow drifts and pointed firs — A star-lit sky — A row ol stockings by the mantel high — A shining tree — a golden candle flame To guide the little Christchild when he came — And simple joys beside the hearthfire’s glow — The sound of Christmas bells across the snow — The scent of evergreens .... while high and clear On the still air the angels’ song we'd hear Transcending all in beauty now as then: O’er the whole world, “Peace and good will to men!” Frontispiece: Christmas on the farm: A home on Garland Road, Lancaster. Photo by Winston Pote.MT. WASHINGTON, HUB OF THE WHITE MOUNTAINS by Rudolph A. Honkala, Observer U. S. Mt. Washington Weather Bureau Mt. Washington's 6,283 ^eet elevation, considered alone, amount to little more than a sizable hill alongside the western mountains of America. Time and the elements, however, have combined to give Mt. Washington a stature and veneer unique among its fellows. Local glaciation and erosion by wind, water, and frost have given it scenic topography. Weather has given it a premature baldness fringed by gnarled, twisted evergreens, this fringe making up as low a timber line as can be found in the temperate climes. In the tundra-like regions above treeline. flora common to the arctic regions of Labrador blooms in abundant patches of color through June and early |uly. Wonders galore, throughout the year. From late May to mid-October, transportation up the mountain operates on both east and west slopes. The automobile road winds its way up from Finkham Notch, while the Mt. Washington Cog Railway steams up from its base station on the Bretton Woods side. For the more hardy souls, hiking trails converge on the summit from all directions. Seasonal changes lend their touch. Autumn affords an unusual slant to the colorful foliage of the White Mountains. Landslide scars on the mountainsides have provided loose soil for deciduous growth, resulting in wedges of brilliant reds and yellows on the evergreen slopes. The valleys could well be likened to spokes of color in a gigantic wheel. To one standing on the hub there is a bird’s eye view of nature's artistry.Mt. Washington from Mt. Wildcat. Tuckerman Ravine is behind the birch tree at left. The early snows of October leave the mountain largely to its isolated summit inhabitants, pursuing their scientific endeavors through the winter months. Fatalities which have occurred on the slopes of Mt. Washington attest to a severity of weather second to none. The highest wind velocity ever recorded, 2 3 ■ miles per hour, was clocked at the Mt. Washington Observatory, April 12. 1934. January 1950 saw the wind reaching velocities over 70 mph. on twenty-four different days, over 100 mph. in four of these cases. The six-month period, November 1949 through April 1950 could lay claim to but twenty-two days free of obscuring clouds. This “worst inhabited weatherin the world" has brought Mt. Washington to the lore as a geographic pioneer and leader in the field of icing and cloud physics, important to the airlines, government weather studies, and to other industry. Late April finds the wintry blasts subdued lor the most part by the warming of spring sunshine. The influx of spring skiers is on. Tuckerman Ravine, located south of the summit, has its yearly accumulation of snow deposited to depths over a hundred feet by prevailing westerlies through the winter months. Tuck- erman's “corn snow" draws skiers by droves. Any sunny May day will see enthusiasts numbering in the hundreds, skiing and basking in the bright sunshine of the nation's “snow bowl." The diehards of the sport can be found picking their way over rock-studded patches of snow through most of the month ol June. Skiing at Black Mountain. Jackson. The structure is the upper terminal oj the Black Mountain ski lift. HOLLANDThrough the months Mt. Washington takes on its seasonal attractions, and year after year picks up a host of admirers. The attachments it forms are strong. Whether the tourist stays at one of the fashionable valley resorts, at tourist homes, ski lodges, cabins, or pitches his tent by a mountain trail, at the end of his stay his parting shot is, "See you next year.” PIONEER POTTERS OF NEW HAMPSHIRE by Lura Woodside Watkins From her recent book. Early New England Potters and Their Wares The earliest potters in New Hampshire lived in the towns along the seacoast. Just when the first of them built a kiln cannot be determined, but it is known that Henry Moulton and Samuel Marshall of Portsmouth were plying their trade- in the 1720’s. Neither one was the son of a potter — a fact that suggests the presence of still earlier craftsmen in their vicinity. During this same period, Nathaniel Libby, who attained his majority in 1751. was also making redware in Portsmouth and possibly working with Marshall. Libby went to Exeter in 1742 43, where he was a potter and storekeeper. Libby died in 1752. Two years later the younger Daniel Edes of Charlestown was in Exeter. It seems likely that he made an attempt to take Libby’s place as the town potter, but his stay was brief. Whether any other person tried to run a pottery in Exeter between this date and the time when (abez (Jabesh) Dodge set up a new shop is uncertain, (abez was the son of Benjamin Copyright. I ‘>50. hy the President and Fellows of Harvard College, lie- printed by permission of Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Massachusetts. (Book announcement is on page 14.)WALTER DUNLAP Examples of Rumney, Orange. Boscawen, Keene, and Millville pottery from the collection of the New Hampshire Historical Society, Concord. Dodge, a chairmaker of North Beverly, Massachusetts, and he probably acquired his craft in Essex County. He was born in 1746/47. As he married Lydia Philbrick of Exeter in 1771, it is safe to assume that the Dodge pottery began at about that time. Dodge's four sons were all trained to be potters. The third son of Jabez Dodge — Samuel, born in Exeter in 1783 — remained with his father and is said, on the authority of Frank Lamson, to have built the Exeter Pottery Works in 1819. Many potters went to Exeter to serve their apprenticeship or to make a brief stay on their way to setting up their own establishments on the frontier. It is noteworthy that a number of the Maine potteries were started by men from Exeter. According to the Haskel and Smith Gazetecr (1843) there were three potteries in 1840. During the Dodge ownership the Exeter pottery turned out the usual articles made in early shops. The earthenware was a light red in color, with glazes often pleasingly varied or mottled. The Lamsons produced large quantities of strictly utilitarian ware, such as jugs, milk pans, lard pots, bean pots, pudding pots and pans, and other cooking dishes, toilet articles, cuspidors, and chimney safes. These objects were given a glaze of uniform coloring. In the seventies and eighties, vases and fancy jars and jugs were made. Flowerpots of various kinds were the principal output in the closing years, the first style being the kind with an integral saucer; these were superseded about 1890 by the familiar straight tapered pot without glaze. The skill of John Donovan proved that these could be made on the wheel with sufficient uniformity to he nested, thereby facilitating kiln setting and packing. They were, however, soon outmoded by mechanically formed flower-pots. The Lamson redware was sold from carts to hardware and general stores in the surrounding cities and towns. A great deal of it went east to Newbury- port, Hampton, Portsmouth, and Rochester, or to Derry and other points west. From Danvers records we learn that Jedcdiah Felton, an apprentice of Joseph Whittemore of Andover Street, Peabody, went to Mason, adjacent to New Ipswich, in 179$. Accordingly, while still remaining “in the vicinity, Jedediah could have been the “Felton from Danvers ' who was one of the first men to establish the potter's business in Chesham or Pottersville.It must lie explained that Chesham is the new name and Pottersville the old, tor a settlement, once part of Harrisville, that lies between Marlborough and Dublin. Pottersville was the most important community of clay workers in southwestern New Hampshire, and earthenware was sent out from its kilns far and wide through New Hampshire, Vermont, and western Massachusetts, ('lay of excellent quality was dug from an inexhaustible lied a short distance south of the schoolhouse. The industry was at its height just after the War of 1812. when eight or ten shops were operating in the district. The business then suffered a gradual decline, partly because English white crockery had come into use, and partly on account of the low price of tin ware. Eventually the potters were obliged to manufacture large ware and flowerpots only. In the early days, red- ware in this section of the state was a kind of currency that could always be exchanged for grain or other products. Eben Russell, with his son Osgood N., [carried] on what he called the “Dublin Earthen Ware Manufactory.” Several bills of sale put out by the Russells and now in the possession of F. H. Norton show that they were still running in 1858, although they gave up the management of the pottery before i860. These bills are of the greatest importance in showing what the redware potters were making just before the Civil War. A bill dated November 18, 1850, is headed “Eben Russell & Son Manufacturers of Brown Earthen Ware" and is receipted by O. N. Russell. The articles listed are pots with ears, pots and covers, pots for lard or butter. “() bean pots," bread and bake pans, jugs, preserve pots, stove tubes, shaving mugs, scalloped and plain glazed flower-pots, pitchers, stew pitchers and covers, pudding boilers, milk pans, wash bowls.ERIC M. SANFORD Ski slope and Recreation building at Belknap Recreation Area, Gilford. quart and pint bowls, chamber pots, and pie plates. The “()" bean pot is presumably the old-fashioned open variety, in contrast to the newer covered bean pot lor use in stoves. From the Pottersville district many craftsmen whose names are familiar elsewhere went out to improve their fortunes. The 1 lampshire Pottery of Keene is well known in New England, and its vases are still to be found in many homes.As a commercial enterprise, it was New Hampshire’s most successful works. The Hampshire Pottery began its existence as a redware factory. It was started in 1871 by James Scholly Tatt and his uncle James Burnap. On July 6, 1871, Taft and Burnap bought the Mile Stone Mill, which had been making clothespins and other wooden ware, and converted it into a pottery. Surrounded by land rich in clay, the building stood on the bank of the Ashuelot River. Another Keene pottery was also erected in 1871 by the firm of Starkey and Howard. Starkey and Howard soon washed their hands of the pottery business. In June 1872 they sold the works to W. P. Chamberlain and E. C. Baker. Under this style, the firm continued for nearly two years, until, in March 1874, it was acquired by Taft. Taft's stoneware, decorated with motives in cobalt blue, was fashioned into the usual sturdy vessels and containers. A bill headed “Main Street Works Keene Stone & Earthenware Manufactory" shows that in 1876 this branch of the output was no different from that of other makers of this ordinary ware. It itemizes jugs and molasses jugs, butter and cake pots, covered preserve jars, pitchers, churns, water kegs anti spittoons. The New Hampshire Gazetteer of 1872 gives the value of redware and stoneware made in the Keene potteries as thirty- five thousand dollars annually. Although not a pioneer pottery in the sense ot belonging to an early settler, the stoneware manufactory of Martin Crafts at Nashua was the first of its kind in New Hampshire. Indeed, with the exception of the one just mentioned at Keene, it was the only stoneware concern in the state. Both local history and the data compiled by James M. Crafts give the year of its establishment as 1858. The Nashua Directory of 1850 contains this notice: “Stoneware Factory/ Commenced 1838/ Martin Crafts, Proprietor/ Amount of Business annually Si6,000/ Employed 9 hands,” F. H. Norton, who quotes this item in his article “The Crafts Pottery in Nashua, New Hampshire,” which appeared in Antiques (April 1931), estimates that, with an average price of thirty cents per piece, the pottery must have turned out fifty- three thousand pieces in a year. It was therefore no small enterprise. A price list of the 1840 s in my file enumerates the following articles in various sizes: jugs, water jugs, butter pots (straight), with covers, airtight butter pots, butter boxes, preserve or pickle pots, with covers, cream pots, with and without covers, churns, pitchers, flowerpots, bean pots, pudding pans, mugs, beer bottles, spittoons, kegs, and ice jars with covers. Skating scene at Warner during the outing last winter enjoyed by employees of John Hancock Mutual Life Insurance Company. COURTESY JOHN HANCOCK MUTUAL LIFE INSURANCE COMPANYFront Cover: Winter scene at Lancaster. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Lafayette as seen from a New Hampshire road in winter. Photo by Douglas B. Grundy. 4 NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Early New England Potters and Their Wares, by Lura Woodside Watkins, Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Massachusetts, $10.00, 291 pages and 63 pages of illustrations, includes much new and previously unpublished material. The book is the first complete history of New England pottery, provides sidelights on social and economic history, is expected to be the standard authority for a long time to come, and will prove invaluable for amateurs, connoisseurs, collectors, craftsmen, and designers of pottery. Guardian Heart, a novel by Elizabeth Yates of Peterborough, Coward-McCann, Inc., New York, $3.00. Sea Haven, New England poems by Adelbert M. Jakeman, Falmouth Publishing House, Portland, Maine, $2.00. A number of the poems in Mr. Jake- man's first full volume since 1940 have appeared in the troubadour in the past decade. 4 An editorial in the Concord Monitor, after quoting facts on traffic safety, industrial records, per cent of old people, low crime rate, and war service, continues: “These are facts which mean something, and what they mean is that New Hampshire people as a whole are among the best citizens in this great nation. It means that New Hampshire people live more moderately and more wisely, yet with a sense of stolid patriotism. It means that New Hampshirepeople come closer to living as all Americans aspire to live than do the people of almost any other state. “New Hampshire is not a states of excesses. It is not big territorially. It is not over-populated. It is not all one thing, but many things, geographically, economically, socially, and even politically.” 4 The woodland owner's seasonal guide, issued by the New Hampshire Forestry and Recreation Commission, contains twenty four pages of helpful and interesting information for woodland owners. The illustrated pamphlet devotes two pages to each month of the year, with suggestions on care of trees, harvesting of sawlogs, pulp logs and fuelwood, maple syrup and sugar making, thinning ami weeding of woodlots, how to identify and control the various diseases of trees, and other practical data. A bibliog raphy of reference books and pamphlets on the various subjects enables the woodland owner to study further. The booklet was prepared for small woodland owners such as farmers, summer home owners and rural residents, and was first issued in December, 1946. It may be purchased for twenty- five cents from the Concord office of the Forestry and Recreation Commission. 4 1822: A young lady buys material for a bonnet — i/z yds. Green silk... .$1.50 Zi “ millinet 50 /> sheet pasteboard 06 1 Zi yds. green ribbon.. .31 1 skein silk 06 2 yds. wire 04 paying Miss Crosby for making bonnet —... .50 — Sent to the editor bv Mrs. Edith W. West, FitzwilliamWINTER MOONLIGHT by Pauline Chadwell The forest’s smooth expanse of snow Is etched with lines of ebony. As shadows mark the lengthened shape Of every hare-branched, rigid tree. The silver moonlight’s icy flow Has crystallized white beauty’s land. Whose objects stand in silhouette — Like carvings of a sculptor’s hand. 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 New Hampshire skating skiing https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/14709d7dcbafc7818cd77e6cb78931d4.pdf af29008076bce195d422770336004975 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt yon lo come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission. Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord. New Hampshire, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Andrew M. Heath, Editor Volume XX NOVEMBER, 1950 Number 8 Pine Chest by Frederick W. Branch Here is a chest that someone built When there were trees of pumpkin pine; And when enough slow time had passed, A country auction made it mine. There have been treasures, through the years Beneath the lid of this old chest, Where proven housewives put away Things they had made and kept for best: Linens from flax their men had raised And they had woven, bleached and pressed, Blankets and quilts against the nights When they would warm some welcome guest. Now it is empty but it stands As sturdy as it was when he Who dovetailed every corner joint, First locked it with its hand-made key. Time, which enriches pine like this And deepens its smooth mellowness. Has made this old and humble thing A treasure chest of loveliness.ORCHIDS FROM CANADA A Letter from Ernest Harris of Montreal Through you, my wife and I would like to extend our appreciation to the responsible authorities of your lovely state for a recent memorable holiday spent there. The well appointed facilities—hotels, “motels,” cabins, picnic and camping grounds in the beautiful state parks, the hundreds of miles of fine profusely marked roads and, greatest of all, the glorious scenery, make a visit to New Hampshire a treasured experience. Our all too brief stay in the Berlin area of the White Mountains was studded with thrill after thrill as we traveled about and feasted our eyes on so many of the scenic wonders of your state. We were most impressed by the efforts you put into assisting visitors to get a maximum of pleasure out of visiting a particular beauty spot. One of our trips comes to mind to illustrate this. It was at Glen Ellis Falls.* We enjoyed the little ritual provided for tourists of signing the visitors' book housed in its rustic case at the beginning of the path leading through the trees to the falls. Then the delightful walk down the winding picturesque trail beside the lively mountain stream and the periodic halts at the vantage points so thoughtfully provided from which to view the progress of the stream as it hustled along to its final dramatic and quite unexpected plunge to the rocky canyon a hundred feet or so below. Here again were provided safe yet thrilling viewing points from which photographers could shoot to their hearts' content. In short, you do everything possible to encourage people to take an interest in the beauties of Nature. They cannot help but be better men and women for having come close to such beauty, though perhaps few would admit it. *ln the White Mountain National Forest.—Ed. kik The unusual old wallpaper in the parlor of the Franklin Pierce homestead, Hillsboro, built in 1804, is remarkably well preserved. ERIC M. SANFORD Around all the other famed spots—Mount Washington, Pink- ham, Crawford, and Franconia Notches, the Old Man of the Mountains, Lake Winnipesaukee, The Weirs, etc., and in the dozens of clean, white painted towns and villages also one is struck by the enterprise anil courageous spending of time and money on the part of citizens and authorities alike to enhance the natural beauty of locations to ensure that their state is revisited year after year by enthusiastic tourists. And the courteousness and friendliness of your people was refreshing, particularly officials such as wardens in state parks, who are generally kind and helpful.We arrived in the Milan State Park one evening with the friends with whom we were staying at Berlin, having decided we would eat supper in the park instead of at home. It was pouring rain and the warden was surprised to see us. However, he was so enthusiastic about a picnic party visiting his area in a rainstorm that we were highly amused. Cheerfully bustling about he brought us wood for our fire in the shelter's massive stone fireplace and made sure we were comfortable before leaving us. His obvious love of the outdoors and sincere friendliness warmed us and made the visit a distinct pleasure. Incidentally, that rugged shelter in Milan State Park with its deep protective eaves, solid timbers, cozy stone fireplace and spotless, city-like sanitary facilities is a credit to the authorities and seems typical of your practical thoughtfulness for the comfort of tourists in your state. To sum up this rambling, somewhat disjointed letter, my wife and I say “Thank you, New Hampshire, for a grand holiday. We shall return for more.” A curious sight — tree growth is gradually obscuring these old signs at North Sandwich. WINSTON POTETHK "HOSS” BOATS OF LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE by Rudolph Elie in The Boston Herald “Well,” said Tuftonboro’s chief of police, leaning over the counter of his Melvin Village sporting goods store, “old Cap’n Blackstone was dead and so was old Cap’n Lavallee and old ‘Spinach’ Greene lived way over to Gilford, but if you want to get the dope on the old hoss boats, why don’t you go down to Wolfehoro? There’s a fellow down there,” he added, wiping a speck off his badge, “who’s made quite a study of them. Name of Carol Lamprey,” he said. “Runs a meat market across from the post office.” Mr. Lamprey, a tall, heavy-set, muscular sort of a man with black hair, steel-rimmed glasses and a booming voice, not to mention the well-stained apron of the meat cutter, was sitting in the hack of his store overlooking Wolfehoro Bay, reflecting over an unlighted cigar. “Might know a little about hoss boats." he said cautiously, putting a match to the cigar, which resisted it stubbornly. “My father had one of them before my time, hut I heard enough about them. Fact was old Maggie, the hoss, was still alive and kicking when I was a boy. I ler knees were sprung from the sand hags they used to put on her hack to make her heavier on the treadmill, hut she was 34 before she cracked up. I still remember the day pa had to take her out and shoot her, too.” The horse-propelled boats, which seem to have been invented on Lake Winnipesaukee (the town of Moultonborough claims the honor for a resident of Moultonborough Neck in about 1830, but the resident's name is hard to come by) and whichFISK AUDIO-VISUAL SERVICE BEFORE. This is how the present home of John H. Vincent looked when he purchased it. He moved from Connecticut to Center Sandwich, N. H. ceased to exist about 1880, appear to have never been used anywhere else, at least not to the extent they were on Winni- pesaukee. “In the ten or so years before steam boats came in," Mr, Lamprey went on, “there were 30 or 40 of them on the lake, hauling wood and freight and towing logs. Could make three or four miles an hour, except when the wind was cussed." All they were, according to Mr. Lamprey, whose people for several generations have been on the lake, were scows; opendecked barges about 60 feet long, 11 or 12 feet wide, and maybe three feet high. Picking up a pencil he sketched one on a bill for meat lying on his desk. “Just aft the middle of the barge,” he said, drawing the picture, “there were a couple of paddle wheels. Behind them there was a sort of an inclined chute the floor of which was a treadmill of slats.FISK AUDIO-VISUAL SERVICE AFTER. And this is bow it looked after renovation. Improvements were made gradually from 1940 to 194H. It is a year-around home. “When the hoss walked on the treadmill, which was inclined maybe 45 or 40 degrees, a set of gears turned the paddle wheel, he continued. “Sometimes they used a team of hosses, but they were much lighter critters than we see today. Old Maggie couldn’t have weighed more than 1100 pounds, but she could push maybe 10 cords of wood in the barge eight hours a day.” Behind the horse (or horses) there was a short deck, and on these, overhanging the sides of the barge, were a couple of small shacks. One of them was a bunkhouse with, in the fancier specimens, facilities for cooking. The other contained feed for the horses. “The pilot sat on a plank set between the two cabins,” Mr. Lamprey explained, “and he steered with a long sweep. If the wind commenced to blow, you can bet he steered her right into the nearest cove.” Most of the lake men built the horse boats themselves, Mr. Lamprey explained. “Warn't much to them,” he said. "So far as I know pa built his own boats except for the gears and httin's." Mis father as a hoy of 20 or so, had bought a couple of islands in Green's Basin with the idea of lumbering them off and selling the cord wood to the steamboats, which were by then beginning to appear on the lake. Having prospered with his horse boat, hauling the wood for the steamer's boilers from Green's Basin to the end of Long Island, his father and uncle turned to steam themselves. After that they had a whole series of little steamers, carrying freight between the two railheads at Lakeport and Wolfeboro, a distance of about 16 miles. “The competition was so good pa even got one of those railroad passes," Mr. Lamprey said. “Saw the whole United States for nothing." But the horse boats—and Mr. Lamprey, who has a vast collection of old photos ot the marine history of Winnipesaukee, douhts if there's now a man alive who owned or worked one— were tough on the horses. “Poor old Maggie," he sighed, “it was all uphill for her.” Still, it probably wasn’t any harder than dragging a plough eight hours a day. The only trouble was the horses couldn’t stop. “If they had any headway at all the treadmill would carry them forward into a bar,” the amiable store-keeper said. “If they didn't they’d slip back down the incline into another bar. And I've heard tell as how there was nails there that would touch them up behind. Golly, wouldn't the SPCA have had a held day, if they'd caught on to those hoss boats!”SOCIETY INVITES HELP IN STUDIES OF INDIAN LIFE by Howard R. Sargent The New Hampshire Archeological Society, which was formed in 1947, has begun a scientific analysis of the Indian cultures which existed here before the times of Colonial settlement. One excavation project has been completed. It is at Lochmere on Silver Lake. The sites ol other Indian villages have been discovered. The society is carrying on a survey of the state to locate and determine the value of Indian sites with a view to their investigation. Everyone having knowledge of Indian sites or other information about Indian life of the state is invited to give it to the society, which all interested people are also invited to join. Since the present membership is small, the society feels that such help Osprey and nest on a dead birch "lookout” in the wilderness area near Diamond Peaks. Dartmouth College Grant, a few miles north of Errol. Hunters should retrain from shooting this beautiful bird which lives almost entirely upon fish and has a peaceful disposition. Naturalists claim the osprey seldom catches game fish, preferring the more easily caught "coarse” fish such as suckers and chubs. Many a sportsman has been thrilled by the sight of an osprey soaring above his camp. A. N. BOUCHARDis necessary to make its inquiries complete. All are invited to take an active part in the intensely interesting, though difficult, task. Work at the initial “dig was completed in September of this year. Members have counted 145 stone tools and more than 300 fragments of pottery representing all periods of Indian occupation. The site, which had never been subjected to the ravages of “pot-hunters,” gave the Society the maximum in opportunity for its scientific research. Artifacts consisted of several types of arrowheads, scrapers, knives (including the interesting and prized semi lunar knife), gouges, rubbing stones, drills, and hammerstones. In addition, the potsherds represented about a dozen vessels all of which were decorated with particular motifs and patterns. Records giving the exact position of every item in the site indicate a definite sequence from the very earliest occupation right up to the historic period. The depth of material in the ground gives its relative age and shows the changes which took place in the material culture of the aborigines. The earliest occupation found at Silver Lake consisted of certain stemmed arrowheads, tiny scrapers, drills, and hammerstones. A main characteristic of the period was that there was no pottery. All of the succeeding periods were ceramic periods. Stone tools went through changes, but the development of the more plastic art of pottery manufacture was more pronounced. The first pottery was very crude ware with simple cord impressions. Later a more elaborate form of pottery came into being with decoration in the form of chevrons, parallel lines, and spaced holes. The final pottery style had an elaborate collar with rim notches. The body was impressed with a paddle which had been wrapped with a cord. The resulting design closely resembled the impressions of coarse fabric. Associated with this late pottery weretriangular arrowheads and products of European manufacture such as clay pipes, glass, and hand wrought iron. Other sites which have been examined in the archeological survey have produced evidence of the various periods represented at Silver Lake, so the sequence was developed throughout the state. The cultures were not indigenous to New Hampshire, however. Rather they were the product of contact through trade, migration,and other influences from neighboring regions to the north, west, and south. This is shown by comparative studies in those areas. Those able to supply information may send it to the Sargent Museum at Georges Mills, where files are maintained, and those interested in membership may write to William B. Fisher, the society’s treasurer, at 97 Russell Street, Manchester. All members receive bulletins, newsletters, and notices. Reports and publications are prepared and distributed at the museum at Georges Mills. If the society succeeds in its ambitious undertaking, the story of life in prehistoric New Hampshire will gradually be discovered and revealed. Thus a new body of information may be built, more soundly based on facts than some of the existing legends may be, and of greater interest. WINSTON POTK A huge elm tree at Con tray, eight feet in diameter and healthy.Front Cover: Early snow on Mounts Adams and Madison, as seen from the Glen. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Baptist Church at Center Sandwich as seen in late autumn. Photo by Fisk Audio- Visual Service. Frontispiece: A farm house at Dover. Photo by Frederick C. Bourbeau. * Roger W. Babson (Babson Institute), who recently established the Gravity Research Foundation at New Boston, New Hampshire, ordered five subscriptions to the Troubadour, writing as follows: “Since our gravity work has become established, I have spent several weeks in New Hampshire and have come to love it, although I have a nice home and a large educational institution in Wellesley, Mass. "Of all the material on New Hampshire which has since come to me, 1 am perhaps most indebted to the Troubadour. In fact you may be responsible for the further extension of our plans beyond the original program. The kindness and simplicity of the Troubadour appeals to me greatly. It reminds me of what my father used to tell me: ‘Roger, when you get old, you will learn that the world is ruled by feelings and not by figures.’ “To make a long story short, I enclose a check for $5.00 and ask you to put the following names on your subscription list. . . . But here is the important thing—please bill them all to me once each year and not to these individuals until I get them truly ‘inoculated’ with New Hampshire and those things of life which really count, of which New Hampshire specializes and can provide. “Often I am asked to recommend some industries which would help New Hampshire. I am now replying by suggesting industries which will revise the soul and joys and health of the masses. When we consider all the money that is made in manufacturing and selling patent medicine in Americanbig cities, it certainly seems that New Hampshire could ‘bottle and market’ these eternal qualities. God Bless you in your work." 4 FALL TRAGEDY by Airy. Clarence Spanieling The big yellow pumpkin, so firm and so round Sat up on the table, and muttered and frowned. He said: “There I was, hadn’t done a thing wrong My mother vine fed me, her leaves kept me warm The earth was so pleasant, the wildflowers so sweet And little field mice ran with scampering feet. The corn leaves were rustling, the birds were so gay And truly, I wasn't in anyone's way. A great silly farm boy just yanked up the vine And brought me to this kitchen, to sigh and to pine. Ah me, such a short life! I live and I die, Today a proud pumpkin, tomorrow a pie.” The exhibition New Hampshire Crafts, 1950 organized by the Currier Gallery of Art with the cooperation of the League of New Hampshire Arts and Crafts, has been accepted for nation-wide circulation by the American Federation of Arts, Washington, I). C. The exhibition will travel to art museums, colleges and other institutions throughout the country, with the first showing at The Addison Gallery of American Art in Andover, Massachusetts, in late November. 4 Outdoors in New Hampshire, is a new monthly newspaper sponsored by the Federated Sportsmen's Clubs of New Hampshire, Inc., to promote conservation of natural resources, to improve sportsman- land owner relations, to foster higher ethics in fishing and hunting, and to increase general enjoyment of the outdoors. Inquiries may be addressed to Box 373, Claremont, New Hampshire.November by Grace Wight Buckle November—like a ship Sailing straight out to sea— Serene and beautiful, and unafraid, For in her hold she has prepared for storms that are to be. 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 October^she Hlew ^ cimjjshire roubactour (.'(mil's to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a slate whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May .37, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, . \ ew Hampshire under the Act of March .3, 1S79. ANDREW McC. HEATH, Editor Volume XX OCTOBER, 1950 Number 7 STONE WALLS OF NEW HAMPSHIRE Across the pastures, up hill, down dale. Old stone walls, ramble along A picturesque background where bright vines trail. Constructed by hands now gone. Over them scampering chipmunks chatter, Nearby, the partridge-drums call; The bittersweet bursts its jacket to flatter Each sombre gray granite wall. Half hidden in spots by venturesome trees. Moss grown through the passing years, A memento of wearisome toil are these, Marking the acres of pioneers. — From "Homespun Poems" by Ruth B. FieldUPHILL IN FOG From “ Along New England Roads,” by W. C. Prime, published by Harper & Brothers, 1X92. Reprinted by permission Maps give little idea of the elevations or depressions in the surface of a country, except as the run of the watercourses indicates the slopes. The high mountains of Northern New Hampshire are generally laid down on all maps, but few persons have any idea that in the lower part of the State there is very high land, and that to reach it from the Connecticut on the west, or the Merrimack on the east, an ascent of more than 1000, perhaps more than 1500 feet, must be accomplished. 1 have no means at present of ascertaining the elevation of the highest farms in such towns as Lemp- ster, Washington, and Stoddard. Some years ago, driving over the high farm country in Stoddard, I was told that this was the highest cultivated land in the State. This may be doubtful, but it is very high. Judging from the experience of the direct pull up from Charlestown to Lempster, we should be inclined to think the latter village several thousand feet above the Connecticut. It was a magnificent ride. The morning was foggy. October frequently fills the Connecticut valley with fogs. 'This was very dense and dark. As we went out from Charlestown and began the uphill journey, we came slowly into thinner mist, and after awhile into that most weird and solemn of all lights, the golden atmosphere of the October sun in fog among autumn forests. Stopping the horses on a water-bar for a little breath, we listened to the silence. Do you know what that means? It is not listening to nothing. There are sounds and many of them; but in the stillness of a foggy morning these sounds seem to cut sharply into the silence, and thus make you aware of the excessive stillness and calm which reign around you. The fall of a single leaf, broken off by the weight of moisture on it, is dis- 4 7 he October 7950WINSTON 1*0 TE I’utahn s arc an important farm crap in .\en Hampshire, cspct ialiv in the northern pan of the state, il though the upper ('onnecticut I alley is best (.noun far In till i/aalily potatoes, the alnn e farm ami Jicltl happen to In- in Shelburne, along the valley* of the imlroscoggin. linctly audible as it flutters to the ground. The voice of a crow, far away in the fog, comes through the yellow air with a metallic ring. You start along, and the crush of the wheels in the gravel is echoed from the side of the woods across a hollow, so that you think there is a water-fall over there. You stop again, and the echo dies away with a low murmuring along the trees, and the stillness is wonderful. Uphill and downhill, but more and more uphill, the road mounts the high land. Ahead of us there are long views between the maplesand birches, the view ending in yellow mist. We think that point must Ik* the top, but when we reach it the road swings around the side of the hill and stretches on up. We descend at length, but it is into a hollow, and it grows dark and darker in the fog as we go down, till at the bottom, where a stream crosses the road, we think it will rain in five minutes, so deep is the gloom; but we go up again into the sunny mists, and at length, on a summit, feel for the first time a breath of air coming from the southward. When the air begins to move the fog will vanish. Its vanishing now is almost instantaneous. We have scarcely time to exclaim. “See that hilltop over yonder, and that one beyond, and this one, and” — far as the eye can reach, rolling away under the rich sunlight, lie the red- and-gold hills and the highland farms of New Hampshire. Patches of fog remain here and there and in hollows under the sides of hills, but they disappear in a few minutes. The view is so sudden and so vast that even my horses stop short and l(K)k at it. But Lempster is still ahead of us. and we have yet higher heights to overcome. It was nearly twelve o'clock when we reached this little village — only four or five houses, with a new church and an abandoned old church. We had dinner, and then went over other heights to Washington. 1 do not know which stands the higher, Lempster or Washington. Both are attractive places, on account not only of their elevation, but also of their splendid surroundings of scenery. Lovewell Mountain is prominent near Washington. A farmer told me the legend of the origin of the name. I heard the story fifty years ago, and then believed it, as children believe, with ready faith. We grow sceptical as we grow older. But the farmer told it as a historic verity, and it is probably about as true as nine- tenths of what we call history. He believed it. and 1 don't know why you should not. A settler near this mountain in early times, named Lovewell. was splitting rails, when six Indians surrounded him and made him their prisoner. My informant was sure of thenumber — there were six. The settler agreed to go quietly with them if they would wait till he finished splitting the log he was at work on. They consented. He adjusted his wedge in the long split, and induced them to take hold of the two sides to hasten matters by pulling the log apart. Then knocking out his wedge, he caught their twelve hands tight and fast in the spring of the closing split, and applied his axe, seriatim, to the six heads. The result was six dead Indians, and the later result the name Lovewell Mountain. Note: The approximate elevations in feet above sea level of the village streets in the towns mentioned by Mr. Prime are Stoddard 1397, Lcmpster 1416, Acworth 1486, and Washington 1507. These elevations were taken from the U. S. Geological Survey. The summit of Ixwewell Mountain is 2479 feet above sea level. Editor. The summer home of ('.aptain /*.. Douglas MacHhearson in Hintlne. only a fine milt’s from the Massachusetts hnrilrr. is alnnil 1500 frit aimer sett Irrrl further proof that thrrr is ”hinh titouml” in thr southwestern part of \«r Hampshire. (’.apt. MacHhearson is tin official of a bin lloston concern anti ('.a plain of the Ancient Honorable Artillery ('.otnpany of Massachusetts, the oiliest military company in the I nitet! States, ilatintt from 1630. lie s/ientls most of his spare time on his hi-aiiliful estate. The picture uas taken by his frientl. Lt. Col. Hichart! It . Sears.WINSTON* POTE Autumn Scene on Main Street, Hancock WOODCOCK ARE SOMEWHERE L) 3. W. CJalt Take a cool, fresh morning in October with leaves rustling under foot and the sun hitting the top of a beech ridge, but the valley still in shadow. Tread lightly among the small birches, past the 8 The October 1930little brook, to the alder hillside where the ground is moist and sweet. Watch the dog hound over the stone wall and work back and forth among the gnarled alder clumps. Stand poised with shotgun at the “ready” when the dog stops short and freezes, tilled forward. The woodcock are in the alders! Although quite common over most of New Hampshire, except in the large unbroken forest areas, the woodcock or “timber doodle” is probably the least known of New Hampshire game birds. This is probably because of the “doodle’s” inclination to hide rather than Hy when the hunter walks near, and also because the inexperienced hunter is unable to spot the type of terrain or cover this bird prefers. Alders are to woodcock as wild apple trees are to grouse and cornfields are to pheasants, but there is no guarantee the birds will be there. Small birches, pines, sumac thickets, and even cornfields also have an appeal to woodcock at times. The rule seems to be that trees should not be over ten or fifteen feet high and, most important, the ground must be moist and worms available near the surface. “Doodles” usually shun grass, but have been found in swale grass as high as a hunter's waist. As they usually travel in small flocks, the hunter may be reasonably certain that when he has found one woodcock there are others nearby. “Why dontcher go over back of the abandoned school house,” the old timer suggests to the young hunter. “There's a nice bunch of flight woodcock in there.” But young hunter tramps all over the “school house cover” without discovering the spot where the woodcock are lying low. He concludes old timer has reached the age of senility. Later, old timer goes into the cover with his dog. and young hunter, now on a nearby hill, hears the 20-gauge shotgun speak frequently among the alders.New Hampshire has a good population of resident woodcock and is also in the path of the annual autumn migration from the northeast. In 1949 the peak of the annual flight apparently passed through southern New Hampshire during the last week in October, but each year it varies somewhat according to weather. The open hunting season on woodcock is governed by Federal regulations for migratory birds. In 1950 New Hampshire hunters have the entire month of October, except the 31st day. Famed for its cockscrew flight and elusive, gamev Havor, the woodcock is a favorite with both the seasoned shotgun dilettante and the gourmet. It is usually hunted with the aid of a dog. and “lies” for a pointing dog much better than does either the grouse or pheasant. Although the cocker spaniel was originally bred primarily for woodcock hunting, many New Hampshire hunters prefer a setter or a pointer. A well trained dog staunch in a statuesque point among the aiders is a thing of beauty, they proclaim. When the dog is commanded to “flush.” a russet-brown bird springs straight up with characteristic twittering whistle of wings. When it reaches a point just above the alders it reels off in erratic zig-zag flight. Fat, lazy, resident birds sometimes fly straight away, but for some reason these are also easy to miss. Just about the time you have managed to bring your gun up through the thicket and have emptied one barrel in vain, and have swung the other barrel on the bird, it disappears; simply drops out of sight in the undergrowth. Then the dog goes out to find the bird again, and you may have another chance toward your daily bag limit of four woodcock. The seasoned woodcock hunter usually isn't talkative except when in company of his own kind. He knows the uninitiated will find it difficult to understand the magic of the elusive little bird with the deep-woods flavor.FORGOTTEN TRAIL SHOWS HOW CATHEDRAL LEDGE GOT ITS NAME 1'iie road to the slate reservation of Cathedral Ledge, near North Conway, goes in over a level plain to the base of the precipice. There you will see a little group of parking places beneath the In air rien nf ( atlodral Leilfte. famous landmark across the Jl at Saco Hirer i alley from Nttrlh (on a ay. The hidden trail fo the DeriTs l)en. tchich Mr. De I Ate descriln-s. is someth here alonpi the hase of this livlfte. (jtlluslral Leilfte State Dark is just north of Kcho Lake Stale Dark, a /to/mlai Italianft and /ticnickitift s/ntl of vacationists in the llnstern Slofte Hcfiion. N. II. FOKKSTRY ANI> KKCKKATION COMMISSIONtrees, and close to one of these is a big glacial boulder, so shaped and set that it forms an overhanging shelter. Past this boulder a faint trail goes in. And if you are watchful you’ll see high on a tree an ancient, splintered sign that reads “Under Ledge Path to Diana’s Baths.” Straight in and up it goes — not a path, but where, if you can “read sign.’’ you will see that a path might have been; up over little ledges and gullies to the very base of the cliff. Here, too, you can see where the path must have gone — the only way it could have gone — snug against the rock. Bushes grow up in it now in many places, and shower-baths come down upon it oil the ledges as they always do after the rains, so that the going is rough and wet . . . and wonderful. The great Cathedral arch lies there, not so very far along, and its pulpit roek . . . nothing very remarkable, perhaps, but worth a visit if you are curious-minded, fairly agile, and rigged out in your old clothes. Once you could look oil from the Cathedral to the distant hills, but now high trees block the view and screen the arch from the sight of those below. Beyond it the “Under Ledge Path to Diana's Baths” (three- quarters of a mile away and easily reached by another route) has become as obscured as has the knowledge of the “Cathedral" itself. So 1 turn back along the cliff base and down through brief green woods, to the boulder again. Somewhere in here is (or, as 1 am told, was) the Devil’s Den. a dark cavern of some sort in the rock mass below the ledge. Now, they say, it has been blocked up . . . no great loss, perhaps, but of it there is this story: More than a century ago a certain Dr. Alexander Ramsey, deformed and somewhat eccentric Scot, was something of a figure in the region. His lectures on anatomy and demonstrations in his dissecting room made his North Conway abode a medical schoolof sorts, and the young men who studied under him were called “doctors.” It was a group of these doctors, clambering around Cathedral Ledge in the early part of the last century, who found and named the Devil’s Den. “Pah!”snorted the doc when they told him. “Vulgar name . . . and false! From the best evidence we have the ‘place prepared for the devil’ is not the temperate zone.” From “Roaming Around New England” by Willard De Lue in the liostnn Globe Snow of lift ap/tcars on the tipper slttpes of the /*residential Hanfte while folittfte on the foothills tun! alottft the hifthuays is still in the full ulory of autumn color. Sonu times the "frost in ft" remains all winter, am! sometimes the early snows melt umler the nnrm sun of Imlian Summer. This photograph of Ml. U ashingttm avis taken in Tinkham Notch on October 3 a n am in ft to late hikers to In- pre/mrul for IhuI a rather at hifth altituile in the II hite Mountains at this season. II eat her and trail cimtlitions on the Tresitlential Hanftr ran he check**! at the Tinkham Notch ('amp of the ip/mlachian Mountain (.luh. HAROLD ORNEMonument to General John Shirk at Stark Park. Manchester, near the site of the gen- era Vs last home ami grave on North Hirer Road. This heroic lironze statue. eighteen anil one-half feet high. on a nine-foot /teileslal. is the icork of Hicharil I). Recchia. Italian-horn tmerican sculptor. It uas erecleil in l(JUt. General Stark, the Granite State's most notable leader in the Retolutionary II nr, catered the retreat at the battle of Hunker llill. uhere the majority of soldiers on the tmerican side acre Neu Hampshire men. loiter. Stark and his men checked Hurgoyne in the dei'isive battle of Hennington < I ermont) and pand the nay for Gates' triumph over the ambitious llritish general at Saratoga. The llennington expidition uas largely Jinannd by John l.angdon of Portsmouth. Although John Stark uas horn at Derry, he livid in Manchester, and his house on (.anal Street is non headquarters of the Molly Stark chapter I). A. R. I*kask Kblly Front Cover: Autumn glory on Sugar Hill, near Franconia. Color photo by Homer B. Park. Back Cover: October afternoon shadows along a country road in North Sandwich. Photo by Fisk Audio-Visual Service. Frontispiece: Looking north toward Lake Waukewan along a nearly abandoned road that joins Parade Road, Meredith. Photo by Fisk Audio-Visual Service. The annual exhibit and sale of the New Hampshire Art Association continues at the Ballroom Gallery, l.flingham, through October 15. The annual Fall Foliage Festival at Warner will be held October 7 and 8 this year. New Hampshire Books and Authors “Mountain Creed And Other Poems” by Medora Addison Nutter of Canaan, New' Hampshire, was recently published by William Morrow and Company, New York. Several of the poems in this collection, including the title poem, have appeared in the Troubadour.The New Hampshire Fish and Game Department reports that the 1950 ruffed grouse population is larger than it has been for several years, and good hunting for this popular game bird is predicted. Grouse hunting legally starts ()c- tober 1 and lasts until December 1. However, most hunters wait for foliage to thin before making their more ambitious trips afield. Since May, New Hampshire sportsmen have been helping technicians of the Fish and Game Department to conduct a careful study of the grouse population by- reporting data on the bro< ds of young grouse they have found while on fishing or hiking trips or on special expeditions into grouse breeding areas. The deer population in New Hampshire continues at a high level in most sections of the state in spite of liberal open seasons. The department may ask hunters to concentrate in certain areas that have become overpopulated with deer to the point where their winter range may not be able to support them during the snow months, or where damage to agricultural interests by deer herds is heavy. Deer season: Month of November in northern zone; month of December in southern zone. A Photographic Illusion Gentlemen: llarr von fcwi up to take a look tit "The (Ht! Man of thr Mountains" recently? If not you prttbuldy don't know that hr lias jurafied across Franconia Notch and is now on the east side of V. S. Highway No. 3. The enclosed picture u ill prove it. lit low "The Old Man" is a landslide which, a siftn there says, occurrtd June 21. /9 IH. a short ilistance south of the parkinn twea for "The Old Man." The tar in the picture is heath d north on II. S. Iliuhntrs No. 3. I double exposure? Of course, hut a remarkable one. don't you think? \. R. Ackkrman Nashville. Tennessee 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/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour195010 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour October 1950 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1950-10 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. The magazine was printed between 1931 and 1951. 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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 IF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. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act of March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XX SEPTEMBER, 1 950 Number 6 Reunion I shall come back to walk these fields again And smell warm earth fresh-furrowed by the plow, Unseen by those who’ll say they own them then, Just as I say I am the owner now. I shall come back to see if walls still stand And how' the little, seedling pines have grown, What care is taken of the mowing land, How full the well beneath its cap of stone. I shall come back with others who have tilled These same old fields and watched the corn grow tall. Who know the fragrance of dim mows well filled And wood smoke on a morning in the Fall. I can be sure that, on some future day, I shall come back, because, no matter where My worn-out body may be laid away. The rest of me will be too homesick there. From “Land of the Yankees" by Frederick W. BranchNEW HAMPSHIRE CRAFTS, 1950 Lj SUUL W. Nf.w Hampshire people are quite justly proud of the crafts that flourish throughout the state. Even the smallest villages, tucked away in spots that are well-nigh inaccessible, have their craftsmen, working diligently to supplement an income derived primarily from farming or some other occupation, entirely divorced from the crafts, or less often supporting themselves entirely by their handiwork; and there are many others with whom craftwork is a pleasant avocation, to lx1 followed in their spare time; and still others, blind or disabled, for whom the crafts have a very definite therapeutic value. This extremely active craft movement has been nurtured by the slate itself, the first in the country to provide a commission for the arts and crafts, “to develop in New Hampshire substantial hand crafts as home industries that will reflect the highest standards of craftsmanship,” and one of only three states in the country with a well organized program to assist resident craftsmen. Since 1931, the year in which the League of New Hampshire Arts and Crafts was founded, the craft movement has gained by leaps and bounds, and today there is scarcely a community in the stale that has not felt the impact of its enthusiastic leaders. Craftsmen in the state have for a good many years been able to show their work in the League shops, and at the annual League fairs, and individual craftsmen have often been included in large national shows, but up to now there has been no opportunity for them as a group to present their work to a qualified jury from outside the state. The Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester has organized this year, for the first time, with the cooperation of the League, an exhibition of fine examples of New Hampshire craft- work, in the hope of encouraging the craftsmen of the state to putforth their best efforts toward objects of high quality and good design, possibly not as salable as their usual work, but indicative of wrhat they can do, given the incentive to do it. The three-man jury, chosen because of their familiarity with craftwork throughout the nation, consisted of William M. Friedman, assistant director of the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis, one of the country’s most progressive museums, which has a well- earned reputation for its devotion to the cause of “everyday art'1; Humphrey J. Emery, director of the Society of Arts and Grafts, Boston, one of the most famous craft organizations in the country, and one of the first to stress the encouragement of “higher standards in the handicrafts”; and James C. Hosken of Boston, designer- craftsman. After patiently culling over 461 entries, the Jury selected 150 objects, representing the work of 55 craftsmen, all either permanent residents of New Hampshire, summer residents for at least two months of the year, or teachers in the League classes. In making their selections, which included ceramics, enamels, jewelry, metalwork, weaving, decorating, woodcarving and wood- Kncking Horse by George It innibury. Hertford. Hun by Rebeeea kiulliifihrr U illinnix, Hanover. EKIC M. SANFORDworking, the jury constantly stressed the fact that good craftsmanship is not enough, and in every case they selected the work of the “creative craftsman,” whose work is predominantly original, rather than the “skilled mechanic,” who follows patterns, made to order; copies old pieces or motifs. In fact reproductions were ruled out by the jury as being inconsistent with today’s design requirements, and in comments written to the rejected entrants, the jury emphasized the importance of knowing the traditions of the past and building on them, rather than merely copying old designs or commercially circulated ones. The final selection was not limited to the so-called professional craftsmen, but includes a number who are amateurs, as well as gifted students. The resulting exhibition, although it might have been a lit Mister It oolherrono by (rinrfie /,/im/. Troy. Hiinner by Itertho II oters. Camp- ton. Pottery hotel by Hath Tobey. Coneonl. II iMilen dress mo ter in I by 11 ire I orney Jones. I nion. Smoking Set by I iriko I lei no. Ilopkintmi. ERIC M. SANFOKI) great deal larger, stands as a showing of the highest quality, which could probably compare with any state show in the country. In pottery, one of New Hampshire's most popular crafts, and one which has brought forth the craftsman’s best efforts, there are 43 items, from bowls and vases so unusual and remarkable in texture, design and color, that one would hesitate to use them around the house, to such utilitarian pieces as egg cups, ash trays, coffee cups, salad bowls, lamp bases and cider jugs, both practical and functional, as well as good-looking. To mention only a few of the potters, there are the Scheirs of Durham; Otto The September 1950and Vivika Heino of Hopkinton; Charles E. Abbott, teacher in tin* League’s Concord classes; Richard Moll of Loudon; and Charles and Floy Tilton of Tilton. Karl Drerup’s beautifully designed enamels, which are marvels of fine craftsmanship, and which have entered the collections of some of America’s leading museums, are included. In metalwork, there are pieces in silver, bronze and pewter, including a handsome silver tea and coffee service in the best modern tradition by George Howland of Nashua; silver bowls of fine shape and workmanship by Sally Flaccus of Tarmvorth; creamers, sugars, ladles, pewter plates and mugs; as well as George Salo’s interesting “free form” pewter vases, and modern jewelry. The small group of jewelry, notable for its simplicity and feeling for design, also includes interesting pins and a ring by Beatrice Alden, summer resident of Center Barnstead. The weavings run from linen luncheon sets and place mats, and gay materials designed especially for square dancing skirts, to materials for draperies, utilitarian tweeds and bright woven rugs. In this field, there is outstanding work by Lilly Hoffmann of Hopkinton; Alice Varney Jones of Union; Rebecca Gallagher Williams of Hanover; and many others. In the woodcarving and woodturning category, items of unusual interest are George Lloyd’s rooster weathervane, and George Woodbury’s rocking horse. There are also carved and painted birds done in the most meticulous detail by Jess Blackstone of Concord, and carved animals of all varieties by Octave Dufresne, also of Concord; as well as wooden plates and salad bowls and even a darning ball and a shoe horn. John G. May of Jackson has an interesting group of bowls and a handsome pepper-mill, in which he has used unusual tropical woods. The exhibition, which is open daily to the public, is on view through September 24.Is September Trout Fishing Worth While? Itf Jjohn Trout fishing in New Hampshire during the month of September is limited to the use of artificial flies only in all ponds of the state (where fishing is not otherwise restricted by law) and in a handful of designated streams. Beaver dams and wide “pond-pools” in streams are closed, but as New Hampshire is liberally supplied with named trout ponds, this leaves a lot of water available to the fly rod enthusiast. For years we wondered if this September fly fishing period was really worth a trip. Actual results of trout fishing trips in September were sometimes good and sometimes bad in terms of fish caught, although we always enjoyed ourselves. Hearer Pond in Kinsman Notch is one of Note Hampshire's September fly Ji shin ft attractions. A. N. HOt'ClIAKIi - -Wc sought the libraries for advice, but in the dozens of fishing books we found there was little or nothing to guide a September fly fisherman. YVe looked in the national sporting magazines but found little to enlighten us. Because there has been so little written on the subject of September trout fishing in New Hampshire, we offer the following conclusions. which are based on personal experience and discussion with other September fishermen: Trout do not rise to flies in September until the surface water of the pond has cooled substantially. Ponds in northern New Hampshire and in the mountains usually cool sufficiently by the middle of the month to offer good fishing, but if you wish to be certain, have an on-the-spot observer (perhaps a sporting camp operator) send a card when the trout “come up” or keep careful record of the weather, especially frosty nights. Trout in ponds are apt to be fussy in September. They have been educated by fishermen all during the season. Fine leaders and well tied flies are usually a “must,” and you should use all your casting skill. Dry flies often work best, but some anglers say that to get the big trout you should use a small bucktail or streamer and let it sink to where the “big 'uns” are resting. Wc have tried both methods and find that they both work at times. September fly fishing is apt to be “spotty,” but on the other hand, trout are usually in excellent shape and are of larger average size than in the spring. Thus, your reward per fish is greater. In some northern ponds the biggest trout of the year are caught in September, when the big squaretails move into shallow water prior to spawning. Principal trout streams open to September fly fishing include the Androscoggin, lower Ammonoosuc, and most of the upper Connecticut. Rainbows often get very hungry in these streams after the middle of the month.For instance, last fall we spent three days of the last week in September at Errol and fished the Androscoggin. On two days we averaged about one fish per hour of constant hard casting. From daybreak until noon on the second day we could catch trout almost anywhere, so we changed to large flies and fished especially for big rainbows. It was the big trout fishing event of the year. In southern New Hampshire ponds at low altitude we have been unsuccessful more often than we have been successful in September. Still, this does not keep us from trying year after year, and sometimes we are rewarded with a few fine trout. So we would say that September trout fishing is decidedly worth while if you are a dyed-in-the-wool fly fisherman who likes to fish when the air is invigorating, when scenery is colorful, and when insect pests are missing. But, if you don't enjoy a little gamble with fisherman's luck and feel that two or three prime, fat, colorful trout is not reward enough for a day of fishing, stay home. Then, you'll never know whether or not you might have caught some of the finest trout of your career. P.S. I'm planning to take part of my vacation late in September this year. Picnickers enjovinn an autumn out inn at Miller Stair Park nrar Peterborough. I hard surface rmid leads to the summit, nbieh provides panoramic viru s of colorful foliage ia late September and the first half of Octal* r.HINT OF AUTUMN L JJaJnS. P. ear ion September steps over the threshold and a new feeling comes to the land. There’s a tangy zip in the air these mornings and when night shadows march down from the hills they bring a faint but certain cool hint of the changing season. The ninth month, the Green Corn Moon of the Indians, is one of the heart-lifting periods of the year. Blue asters by old rail fences reflect the blue of the sky; goldenrod’s glow matches the gold of the sun that daily drops nearer the time of the equinox. Nature is beginning to burnish her autumn spangles. Down in the swamp one sees occasional branches of red maples lifting scarlet pennants to the on-coming time of glory. Cattails stand in clans in the slough spots, reminding one of inverted exclamation points. The massed steeple-spires of purple-red hardhack make beauty on the hillsides. Orchard limbs Ixmd low with coloring fruits and one of these days there will be the musky, pungent fragrance of frosted wild fox grapes in the air. Proud cock pheasants stalk over stubble fields and crows meet in political raucous caucus. In the warmth of midday there is a sense of last-minute urgency even as the year’s clock begins to slow its tempo. Men hasten to get the autumn harvest underway and the staccato song of tractors tells that fall plowing has started. No doubt the scientists can explain the peaceful beauty of the month in terms of sinking sun and approaching equinox. But lie who is sensitive to the wonder and beauty of the shifting seasons is content to take these 30 days as they come. There’s the last touch of Summer on the countryside and the first exploratory fingers of Fall. Change creeps slowly across fields, meadows and upland ridges. You can smell it from farm kitchens where spicy pickles are brewing; you can see it in the red leaves of poison ivy and wood-WILLIAM R1TTASK Art classes Jim! plenty of material Jar autdaar sketching in \eu Hampshire. Here Colby Junior College girls are sketching the New London Baptisi Church. Hart oj the Colby campus is in the background. bine. And come night, when a man stops in the dooryard to look up at the gold and red flickering coins in the sky, he can feel it in the cool edge of the wind. Autumn is waiting — waiting just over the ridge. But for a peaceful interlude September broods over the countryside. 12 The September 1950WHEN IT’S AUTUMN IN NEW HAMPSHIRE When it’s Autumn in New Hampshire, Ah! that’s the time for me, When early frost and ripening sun I lave colored every tree. I like to walk down country roads. And leave behind all care. And get the scent of burning leaves That fills the bracing air. I like to munch on apples When their skins are firm and red. And hear the wild geese honking. As they fly above my head. I like the rustle of the leaves That fall from flaming trees, And the fading plumes of golden rod That are nodding in the breeze. There’s a flash of scarlet sumac By the fence along the hill. And the crickets chirp their doleful song As the Autumn air grows chill. The piles of golden pumpkins gleam In the late October sun, And the corn shocks cast their shadows long. When the day is nearly done. For always at this time of year My heart is gay and free. When it’s Autumn in New Hampshire, That’s where I long to be.Front Cover: View from hilltop in North Sandwich, Mt. Chocorua in the background. Color photo by S. Alton Ralph (whose wife is author of the poem on page 13). Back Cover: Autumn scene near Berlin. Photo by Herbert banks. Frontispiece: Stewartstown Hollow in northern New' Hampshire, gateway to the Connecticut bakes country. Photo by Fisk Audio Visual Service. Y' New Hampshire Books and Authors Col. John Coffe, a book about one of New England's early stalwarts settler, Indian fighter, patriot, and about 18th century New' Hampshire, by William Howard Brown, published by the author at Glens Falls, New York, illustrated, S3.50. In the September 1948 issue of the New Hampshire Troubadour you published our reluctant goodbye to New Hampshire. Somew hat shamefacedly we now send you the sequel to that story. The closing day for our sale arrived and in a matter of minutes we were without our little Red House in the Dell. After the closure the agent suggested that we go with him to look at a small Cape Cod house that had just come on the market. We were curious and went along for the ride, we supposed, and soon we were looking through a nice clean little white house with a fireplace — Dutch oven, maple shaded, and a large brook was in sight of the house. Next morning without another look we decided that we must have this little house. So after all we were without a house in New Hampshire less than twenty-four hours. We like our new' place as well as our first in many ways and have become interested in minerals which arc plentiful around Wilmot which is in the heart of the mineral country. We have visited most of the old local mines and picked up beryl, tourmaline, rose quartz, quartz crystals and garnets. Gem quality stones have been found in this vicinity and can be seen in local collections. The abandoned Ford garnet mine in North Wilmot is particularly interesting. Garnets abound here literally by the millions. They are the hard opaque ones, prized for making abrasive paper of high quality for polishing steel. — Mrs. Irene Batchelor Upper Stepney, ConnecticutThe Facets had built themselves a home amid the New Hampshire woods and hills. In the distance blue Monadnock lifted its smooth dome against the sky. Near by we had a choice of lakes to sail on and bathe in. A little distant lay the wider grandeur of the Connecticut River valley, and all around were dotted alluring little villages and townships centered about their Wren-inspired churches, for all that Wren achieved in stone is duplicated here in white, painted wood. The Pagets had called their home “Regency House.” It was on the hillside, with terraces com manding beautiful views. The days were sunny and hot, the nights so pleasantly cool that we dined in the loggia of my hostess's mother's house across the lane, where an enormous barn had been converted into a studio playroom. Here various members of the family painted, carved, sculptured, bound books, and wove on a miniature loom. In the evening we gathered, complete with six dachshunds, before an enormous log fire. . . . — From A ndSo To A merica, by Cecil Roberts. Copyright 1047 by Cecil Roberts. Reprinted by permission of Doubleday and Company, Inc. A horse show scene nt Deerfield Fair. ERIC M. SANFORDVineyard Harvest !>J Burl ura D.Q r runes The cask of fall spills days of wine — Some sherry, some sauterne; And sunsets rich as Burgundy or claret Blaze and burn. RUMFORO PRESS CONCORD. N H 1 £ ia50 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/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour195009 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour September 1950 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1950-09 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. 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HEATH, Editor Volume XX AUGUST, 1950 Number 5 (DUj 5)ome Dap Ruth B. Field From near and far they travel back To meet in the old home fold, For ties are strong, though years are long, And the boys and girls grown old. All the homefolks welcome the wanderers With warm handclasp and smiles, Forgotten the long years in between, Forgotten the many miles That parted kin and friends so long. And the trials and tears by the way, For memories waken youth's old sweet song In their hearts on Old Home Day. Then the bell in the steeple urgently peals, Calling them all to dine And bask in the warmth of home again On this day for Auld Lang Syne. New Hampshire Troubadour 3A BOOK COMES INTO BEING One summer evening, when attending the Amos Fortune Forum in the old Meeting House at Jaffrey Center, I went to visit Fortune’s grave before the lecture commenced. I found the headstones, slate well weathered and skilfully carved. They were of equal size and on each one the wording was a brief but eloquent bit of biography written by Laban Ainsworth, longtime pastor in Jaffrey and one of Amos Fortune’s truest friends. They read — Sacred to the memory of Amos Fortune who was born free in Africa, a slave in America, he purchased liberty, professed Christia n ity, lived reputably and died hopefully Nov. 17, 1 SOI Aet. 01 Sacred to the memory of Violate by sale the slave of Amos Fortune. by Marriage his wife, by her fidelity his friend and solace, she died his widow Sept. 13, 1802 Aet. 73 It was a beautiful evening, warm with a cooling breeze, and westward Monadnock stood dark blue and stalwart against the sunset. Standing there, the headstones seemed to me like signposts and I thought that if I could find my way back not to 1801 alone, but further back through the whole preceding century and to the coast of Africa in the year 1725 I might find the life story of Amos Fortune and make it into a book. Shall I confess that 1 heard little of the lecture when the Forum convened, so busy was I in my mind about the journey I wanted to make?In the Jafl’rey History there is an excellent chapter on the life of Amos Fortune, but it is largely concerned with the latter part of his life, especially the twenty years when he was a tanner in Jaffrey. So, following every signpost I could and picking up clues here and there, I started on my way back through the years. The State Library in Concord was tireless in helping me to find information. Gradually I secured much that was relevant and necessary through the reading of many town histories, the vital statistics of the places where Amos Fortune was known to have lived, books on the slave trade and such excellent background builders as Wceden's “Economic and Social History of New England” and Greene’s “The Negro in Colonial New England.” Soon there were certain facts that could be established — facts that were like the warp upon which the shuttle of my imagination could weave a solid fabric. 7 Vic* cemetery ^ showinn the hewlstum's (at left) of trims Fortune ami his wife I iolate, ami thr aid merlin ft house at Jaffrey- ('.enter. GRANITE STATE STUDIOIt was a little frightening, at some points, to know that I would have to rely u|X)ti imagination to carry the story, but I was buoyed by something John Keats once wrote in a letter to a friend. “I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the heart’s affection,” he wrote, “and the truth of Imagination: what the Imagination seizes as Beauty must be Truth.” I began to see that if one was imbued with a subject and immersed in a period, there was a point from which one could trust imagination to be a reliable guide. As the story grew from boyhood in Africa, to the journey in the slave ship, to the auction block in Boston, through years of servitude that flowered in freedom deeply felt and nobly lived under the shadow of Monadnock. it seemed that the mountain played a large part in Amos Fortune’s life. For he knew what it was to stand alone and he felt instant kinship for the mountain whose name in the Indian tongue meant “the mountain that stands alone.” They became friends, those two. the one shaped by time measured in aeons, the other by time measured in days and years; and Amos, lifting his eyes often to the mountain, let it signpost his way to heaven. The end of my search was the conclusion of the book — AMOS FORTUNE: FREE MAN*, a biography based on certain facts, inspired by imagination. As I pieced my information together, much became clear to me and it seemed then that it was entirely possible that interest, desire and affection, grounded on available knowledge, could enable one to tap a source of memory and rightly record a life; for what made up the book did not seem to be my own ideas so much as the inevitable fitting together of the pieces of a puzzle. So a book came into being and through it Amos Fortune’s life is lived again: a reminder to his New Hampshire fellow citizens, whose eyes rest easily and often on the hills, that God makes men as well as mountains and sometimes the two are closely related. * Published by Aladdin Books, New York, S2.50.AMONG THE GREAT FROM THE GRANITE STATE btj 2)uane Squires, jPl. 2). 4. John Sargent Pillsbury (July 29, 1828-October 18, 1901) In the business of making wheat Hour and its derivative products the name of Pillsbury stands high. All over the world housewives are familiar with the advertising slogans associated with that name. Do these same housewives realize that the milling magnate who made his name thus known to millions of people was born in New Hampshire? Perhaps only a few do; yet such was the case. John Sargent Pillsbury was a native of Sutton, New Hampshire. One of five children, early in life he determined to become a storekeeper and merchant. But in his late twenties he left the Granite State backgrounds, and settled in the frontier hamlet of St. Anthony, Minnesota, now a part of the great city of Minneapolis. Fifteen years after his arrival there, he embarked on a large scale in the milling business. Associated with him were his brother, .4 view of La hr Sunapt-e from Route 103. ERIC M. SANFORDAir vietv of If innisi/uam. Opeechee^ I *aunus Hay. If innipesaukre. St/uam and other lakes. snou’-capped \lt. If ash i nut on and othrr /teaks of thr Ifhitr Mountains in thr distance. Tltr city of lAtnmia is in thr foreground. Thr Ijtctmia airport at (Alford, tunc a regular stop for seheiluleil /lights of !\ or I Insist Airlines, is seen at rinht venter. UURP.NCF. M»»KYGeorge, and his two nephews, Charles A. and Fred C. Pillsburv. Like their uncles, the two nephews were natives of New Hampshire. having been born in Warner. By the middle 1870’s the Pills- bury flour mills were the largest in the world, and “Pillsbury’s Best” was known wherever bread was baked. In 1876 John S. Pillsburv was elected Governor of the North Star State. So well did he discharge his duties that he was reelected in 1878 and in 1880. In the spring of 1877 occurred a memorable event which undoubtedly revealed Pillsbury’s recollections of his youth in New Hampshire. That year — as Coronet in its issue for January, 1950, has reminded us — Minnesota lay under the threat of a plague of locusts even worse than that which had devastated the crops of 1876. Ruin loomed for thousands of farmers. Perhaps with New Hampshire's annual April Fast Day in his mind, Governor Pillsburv proclaimed April 26, 1877. as a day of fasting and prayer for all in Minnesota, beseeching divine help against the “pestilence that walketh in darkness and the destruction that wasteth at noonday.” There followed three days of abnormally warm weather with the locusts hatching out in myriads. Then, on the night of the fourth day, came a killing frost, and the insects all perished. Pious Minnesotans interpreted these events as a direct answer to their prayers, and the memory of the Fast Day of Governor Pillsburv long remained. John S. Pillsbury was interested in much more than politics. For forty years he served as regent of the University of Minnesota. Ever at the right hand of his great and good friend. Cyrus Ncrth- rup, the dynamic president of the University, he saw that institution grow into one of the leading state universities in the nation. Generous to all worthy causes. Pillsbury left monuments behind him alike in the State of his birth and elsewhere. One of the most liberal benefactors of his generation, his name was synonymous with business success, with political acumen, and with enlightened giving.UNLABELED BEAUTY Lit (Oruce ^ymonds Many tourists and lovers of the country visiting New Hampshire make the mistake of mapping their trips only along the well beaten paths, thinking that the highly advertised scenic spots are the only places worth seeing. Some of the finest views of the White Mountains, and there are scores of them to be discovered, arc from vantage points easily accessible by automobile yet far enough off the main highways so that most travelers pass them by and return home with the same stero- typed impression of the White Hills that thousands of others have, uninitiated to the pleasure of exploring the less traveled roads. Hacks and surf at Wallis Santis near Portsmouth. FRANK KELLYThere are some of us who are adventurous enough to like the enjoyment of finding out where the unspoiled regions still thrill the seeker without being told what to look for in advance. Although I've had the opportunity of following out many of the lesser known roads in the state, I still consider it one of the top notch ways to spend a sunny afternoon anytime of the year. The ever-changing seasons bring new things to look for and a different kind of enjoyment. Sometimes it's sugar orchards I go out to see, other times the lacy foliage just beginning, and in the fall the never- failing thrill of the brilliant autumn leaves. With a camera aboard or even with just an eye for a sense of beauty there is an untold number of sights to keep one on the alert from start to finish. One such road that often returns to mind among many others is the one leading from West Campion via Stinson Lake to Rumney. Leaving West Campion village, one climbs along a rather sharp grade through heavily wooded country until he emerges without warning on a high plateau offering an unparalleled expanse of distant peaks, in fact the better part of the western White Mountains. The few opportunists who have built summer homes in this region are to be envied for the excellent view they have of Franconia Notch, Mts. Lafayette, Lincoln, Liberty, the Sandwich mountains, and a sweeping glimpse of the Pemigevvasset valley south toward Plymouth. From here the road re-enters heavily forested country again and continues on through the sparsely populated town of Ellsworth. Here is the small town hall where the town’s voters gather shortly after sunrise on national election days to compete for the honor of being the first town in the United States to complete balloting. Passing frequent trout streams and alluring foot trails for those interested in the pleasures of hiking, we soon come to Stinson Lake, nestled among the mountains at approximately 2,000 ft. elevation, providing the combined charm of spring- fed waters and spruce-flanked shores that only a mountain lake can. One is tempted to pause for a swim or at least a long look beforedescending to Rumney Village. But even the last part of the journey is rewarding, with glimpses of small farms and swift, clear-bottom brooks, making one truly disappointed that the trip is at an end. Fortunately, this is but one of many similar experiences that can be had for the seeking. Once tried it will make other sports seem dull and confining for on the roads there are no limitations of the court or playing field. It's not alone the northern sections of the slate that have a premium on exciting drives either. Every town has some interesting roads, known by the local people, that offer something of the charm of dense woods, hidden lakes, a well grazed pasture, or some other natural feature worth the fun of discovering. It only requires a bit of initiative and a will to be different to discover New Hampshire’s inexhaustible wealth of natural beauty. Sailinn on l.nkr Onuvty, Raymond. KKIt' M. SANFOKI*Front Cover: The Connecticut River at Northumberland. Ckjlor photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Cabin on Swift River Road, Passaconaway, Owl’s Head in the distance. Photo by Winston Pote. Frontispiece: Picnic at Phillips Bi *ook at Crystal. Photo by Winston Pote. I he New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs has announced the schedule for New Hampshire Open House and Garden Week tours as follows: August 7, Hanover: August 8, Laconia: August 9, Franklin; August 10, Exeter; August 11, Rochester; August 12, Dublin. About 50 New Hampshire homes and gardens are to be open for visitors. Admission is SI .00 for each tour. Programs containing detailed information and maps may be obtained from Mrs. Everett Pierce, Wilton. A new bulletin, Ragweed Free Areas in Xew Hampshire, has been issued by the New Hampshire State Department of Health, Division of Industrial Hygiene. It summarizes results of field surveys made in 1948 and 1949, and a map insert shows which cities and towns either have no ragweed growth or have inaugurated plans for the control of ragweed and poison ivy. Copies are available on request. The scheduled speakers for the fourth annual Amos Fortune Forum series, in the Old Meeting House at Jaffrey Center Friday evenings during July and August, includes the following residents or summer residents of the Monadnock Region: Prof. W. Rupert Maclaurin, Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Elizabeth Yates, Peterborough, novelist; Dr. Charles E. Park, minister emeritus of the F'irst Church in Boston; Herbert Elliston of the Washington (D. C.) Post; Dr. Leland S. McKittrick, surgeon-inchief at Palmer Memorial Hospital in Boston; Gen. Daniel Needham, Boston lawyer and former head of the Massachusetts State Police; Dr. Leroy M. S. Miner, oral surgeon and former dean of Harvard Dental School, and Dr. James H. Robinson, pastor of the Church of the Master in Harlem, who directs two children’s camps in Winchester. 14 The August 195010 POINTERS FOR ENJOYABLE AND PROFITABLE NATURE STUDY By Haydn S- Pearson (Editor’s Note: Time Magazine called Mr. Pearson “A long faced, authentic New England countryman who covers the nature beat methodically with notebook in hand.” He is widely known for his nature editorials in the Boston Herald and is the author of Countryman’s Year, Sea Flavor, Country Flavor, That Darned Minister’s Son, etc. Mr. Pearson spent his youth in Hancock and was graduated from the University of New Hampshire in 1926.) 1. Wear comfortable clothes and old sturdy shoes 2. Carry field glasses, hand lens and notebook 3. In studying wildlife, find a strategic spot, sit down and keep still 4. Specialize in half a dozen lines; super-specialize in one or two 5. Subscribe to several nature journals 6. Keep a nature diary 7. Use your eyes and ears — not your muscles 8. You see and learn more about wild life if you travel alone 9. The first three and last three KENISTON One of the crafts workers of the longue of Heu Hampshire Arts amt ('.rafts hitoking a ran in preparation for the annual ('raftsmen's hair. The fair is to In- held this year at Itelknap Recreation Area. (iitfi.nl. .August I to 5. It uill Ih‘ the l.oague's 17th annual fair. hours of daylight are the most interesting times of day 10. Remember there is beauty and interest in the fall and winter, as well as during the spring and summer. New Hampshire is a year-round paradise for nature students with its hills and valleys, mountains and coast line, rivers and brooks, swamps, upland ridges, woods and open fields. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N HPeace tiptoes down the misty mountain slopes. Then night lets down her bars Of dark, bespangled loveliness and leaves My cabin to the stars. From Mountain Meai/ou s by Dorothy Hanson 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/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour195008 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour August 1950 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1950-08 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. 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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 JULY 1950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. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter, May .11, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act oj March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XX JULY, 1950 Number 4 Small Boy On a Horse by Harry Elmore Hurd f rom his hook “ Yankee Boundaries" The work of day is done Beneath the whirling sun: The final load of hay Fills the upper bay. The horses clatter free From the whippletrec. This is the hour of joy For the farmer boy Who, climbing from the rack, Mounts the nigh-horse's back. The team-horse, glad to follow, Follows to the hollow: The thirsty horses drink At the clear brook’s brink. The crystal water flows Around each sloshing nose. The horses drink their till Then gallop up the hill Through the great barn door The boy slides to the floor With a shout of glee And strips each harness free: Pegs them on the wall Then spanks each horse to stall. Who knows a greater joy Than this farmer lx>v?LICKING THE DASHER There is a generation of children growing up in our towns and cities unfamiliar with an experience common to childhood of an earlier era. I refer to the cooperative effort of a family in the making of ice cream. I notice it because when our family goes on a picnic with another family and I suggest that I will take along a freezer of ice cream, the other parties seem surprised that anyone can be so old-fashioned. This is a situation that should change for the better, for in my humble opinion a family is to be pitied if an ice cream freezer is not a part of their household equipment. When I was a child, ice cream could be purchased at the ice cream parlors for twenty-five cents a quart. Though there were fewer flavors then than now, the quality was as good or better, with fewer synthetic products put into the making of it. Not many families in our neighborhood bought their ice cream, however, except when mothers spent the afternoon at their sewing clubs and stayed too late to make dessert for supper. All of us had freezers, and at least once a week they were put to excellent use. Of course ice refrigeration was the rule then, and when the ice man came we asked him to leave us an extra piece for our use in making ice cream. We never had to pay for it, as I recall. It was usually a small piece that had been chipped from a larger one in measuring for some ice chest. Freezing ice cream was one task for which Mother never failed to receive ready cooperation. For cracking the ice and turning the crank any two of the six children of the family were anxious to help. The work itself was not insignificant. In fact, for children, it was hard compared to other tasks, but the reward made us forget. While we worked it was the reward we had in mind. We had the privilege of licking the dasher when the freezing was done!Vanilla ice cream was the stand-by, especially in winter. Summer brought variety, beginning with strawberries. A quart of berries was mashed through a sieve, sugared, and with a little lemon juice was partly frozen before the cream mixture was added. To the cream Mother always added four eggs to make it more nourishing. The cracked ice and rock salt were then piled high over the container and the freezing progressed for as long as the one turning the crank could continue. Toward the last the assistant was helping to hold the freezer steady, for then it took real muscle to turn the mechanism. Mother was called to be ready with a bowl or platter and a long-handled spoon, and when she began to give assistance everyone in the household at the time was likely to arrive on the scene with a teaspoon or tablespoon in hand. (ruernsty mites ami small air I at Stvelr Hill harm. Sanharataa WINSTON l*OTKWhat heavenly anticipation that was, the wait before the top came off! The cold salt water had to be poured out the side hole. The top of the container was wiped free of salt. The lid was then lifted. Success or failure was in our Ohs and Ahs. Mother waited for everyone to take the spoonful from the top and then she lifted the dasher, slowly, carefully, scraping off the excess that clung to it. The ones who had done the work watched to see that she didn't scrape off too much, for, after all, the ice cream left on it was their reward. Oh, but licking that dasher was fun! There were two parts to it, and we would separate them and go to it. When all the spoonable cream was off, into our mouths they went, our tongues licking the goodness still clinging to them. Then our bowl or platter with the melted cream that had run off was finished. In addition to vanilla and strawberry there was peach ice cream in season, made in much the same way as the strawberry, with a little more lemon to keep it from tasting Hat. Or there was a birthday favorite of pink peppermint, made by soaking red and white peppermint candies in cream overnight and using the mixture as seasoning. With chocolate birthday cake, this was what today’s children would call “Super.” Raspberry time brought sherbet, made with the sweet red juice, the milk being added after it was partly frozen. The berries were also used raw in ice cream, the seeds being left in, dotting the lighter pink with their darker red. A lemon sherbet was an economical treat, made with four lemons, two oranges, a quart of sugar and three quarts of milk. In our household we have worked out a scheme for having all the delights of old-fashioned ice cream when we want it. We fill two large bread pans with water to freeze in the electric refrigerator, so that we are not dependent on delivery of ice. We have a huge brown bean pot, too large for baking beans for our small family, which has in it the supply of rock salt. The freezer we have holds only two quarts, but we often use the same ice and salt for a second 6 The July 1950ELEANOR ROST Girl campers climbing \It. Kearsarge kind, storing the gallon in ice cube trays for as long as it lasts. I find it just as easy to get the cooperation of the family as my mother did. There is the reward that follows the work, just as there was years ago. All this talk about ice cream has made me hungry for some. What kind will it be? Whatever it is, it will be ice cream as it should be, made with the best of everything, in the good old-fashioned way, even to the licking of the dasher! New Hampshire Troubadour 7AMONG THE GREAT FROM THE GRANITE STATE Fourth Series LjJ. 2),,*ne SriM, 3. Charles Anderson Dana (August 8, 1819-October 17, 1897) On the 4th or January, 1950, the . \ eu• York Sun, for over a century one of the leading newspapers of the United States, was absorbed into the World-Telegram, itself a merger of two one-time independent metropolitan dailies. In the many tributes that were penned to the Sun, few took occasion to point out that the greatest name connected with it during its one hundred and seventeen years was by birth a son of New Hampshire. Charles A. Dana, like his even better-known contemporary, Horace Greeley, was born in a small New Hampshire village. Whereas the latter began his life in Amherst, Dana was a native of Hinsdale. His father was a country storekeeper who failed in business, and moved his family to New York State. Young Dana from his early teens largely supported himself, and by his own efforts learned Latin and Greek in his spare time. He matriculated at Harvard in the fall of 1839. Illness prevented his completing his studies, but many years later he was granted an honorary B.A. degree by the College. In the early 1840’s, like so many other idealistic young men of his day, he was sympathetic with the communal experiments being made in the United States. For some years he lived at Brook Farm, associating with George Ripley, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Margaret Fuller, and others. In 1847, however, he abandoned this approach to life, and sought his fortunes in newspaper work in New York. Speedily lie secured the city editorship of the \ew York Tribune, the rising daily owned and published by his fellow-New Hampshire-born journalist, Horace Greeley. For fifteen years he was Greeley’s right-hand man. But in 1862 he left the Tribune to assume special duties as a correspondent with the Union armies in the Civil War, and the next year, 1863, President Lincoln named him Assistant Secretary of War. He came to know well many of the notable figures of the period: Lincoln himself, General Grant, General Sherman, Secretary Stanton, and others. Late in 1867 Charles A. Dana acquired the Aew Tork Sun for the price of Sl75,000, and assumed the editorship in January, 1868. Said he of the Sun under his management: “. . . it will endeavor to present its daily photograph of the whole world’s doings in the most luminous and lively manner.” In this objective he brilliantly succeeded. He specialized in the technique of “interviewing” people. He introduced to the journalistic world many names destined for greatness in later years: Richard Harding Davis, Arthur Brisbane, David Graham Phillips, Jacob A. Riis, Joseph Pulitzer, and Frank Ward O’Malley. One of his editors coined the well-known newspaper dictum: “When a dog bites a man, that is not news, but Culisthenics at eleven in the mornhift are a popular feature at Hampton Heat h tlurinn the summer season r.KORCK HAGOPIAN when a man bites a dog, it is.” Another of his editors in 1897 penned the world-famous editorial, “Is There a Santa Claus?” By the time of his death. Dana had gone a long way from the poverty of his youth in New Hampshire. But it is not fanciful to believe that some of the rugged qualities characteristic of his early life in the Granite State entered deeply into his soul, and helped to make him the noted newspaper man that he was. At least, in meditating on the 1950 passing of the .Yew York Sun, one is entitled to think so. (Next month’s article: John Sargent Pillsbury) THE LITTLE STONE HOUSE Lj JJefen CL re Wills High on a hilltop outside of Lyme Plain in New Hampshire overlooking the White Mountains to the east and south and the Green Mountains to the west, its baek snuggled in the lee of a hillside to the north, stands the “little stone house.” It boasts a rijx* old age of one hundred and sixty years, as well as seventy acres of rocky, rolling land. The owner, Rachel Alice Miller, possesses a charming personality, and is ever ready with a sincere smile of welcome for the visitor; her eyes sparkle with the joy of living and her enthusiasm for the country is infectious. Although not a native New Englander her love for New Hampshire stems from her girlhood when she came north from Puerto Rico to attend Vassar College. It was here she became enamoured of the countryside. After graduating she returned to Puerto Rico where, for almost thirty years, she owned and operated a gift shop in San Juan . . . during the summer months every year she permitted herself to belured to New England. At last, she decided that she wanted to own a place, and spent an entire summer looking for her dream house in New Hampshire. One day she picked up a real estate pamphlet and saw a picture of the “little stone house” . . . she fell in love with it at once, but made no decision until the following January when she wrote to the owner making an offer which, much to her delight, was accepted. The “little stone house” was really hers! The summer previous when she had first looked at the house the owner, a tall, slender lady in her seventies, had walked Miss Miller briskly all around the property gliding over rocks and fences with the agility of a deer . . . she loved the house and the land, she said, but found at 73 years young it was “just a little rugged” in the wintertime! Then, three years passed before Miss Miller saw her house again. She had closed her gift shop when she felt it could contribute in no way to the war effort, and took a position with the Government Censorship Department for a year during which time she lived with a friend on a sugar plantation. When her friend closed the place togo into aviation Miss Miller decided that what she really had wanted to do all along was to go back to New England and live permanently in the “little stone house.” She decided to bring a Puerto Rican family back with her consisting of Anselmo Rios, his wife Aleja, and Felicita their little eighteen-moilths-old daughter, to help on the land. Miss Miller stresses the fact that the Puerto Ricans are as a whole dependable, trustworthy, honest and appreciative. She had a small house built for them which was completed in time for them to enjoy their first Thanksgiving Day in it. They are adjusting to our way of life, and our climate, and showing an interest in learning. Anselmo is studying painting, belongs to the local baseball team, to the Men’s Club, and to the Church fellowship group. The Rios have three children now, and it is Miss Miller's aim to give them a happy childhood that will serve them as a bulwark when they are. in future years, compelled to face the world with its complex relationships. In the evening before they are ready for bed they gather round her knee for evening prayer. Often, when she has a spare moment, she will read A. A. Milne to them. Through her efforts two boys have been brought from the Island and have located on farms where they are doing good work; she is now arranging to have a Puerto Rican girl brought up to help her in the house. Beside teaching Sunday School, and actively participating in civic affairs she plays the piano and enjoys reading, although she says she never has enough time for it. Her day Ix'gins at five o’clock in the morning; by six o’clock she is out in the barn superintending the milking of the cattle . . . Guernsey, Jersey, and one Holstein for quantity. 1 asked her if she had known anything about farming before coming to New England and she replied “Not a thing, but Government bulletins are wonderful!” She started to chuckle at this point and told the story of a neighboring ingenue farmer who bought twelve cows and thought it wouldn't be right to have justone bull . . . she wanted them all to be happy so she bought twelve . . . one apiece! She also has a sheep fold (these I've found are rare in X. H.) and contrary to all books on “how sheep should behave,” six baby lambs arrived the day after Christmas, and another one a few weeks later. Baby ducklings are busy growing up in a brooder house, and the chickens are fast approaching the stage where they’ll lx‘ laying. This is Miss Miller’s tenth year on the farm and she loves it dearly. She feels that the land is full of “hope” and that regardless of how tired one may be, or how discouraged, with the dawn of a new day hope comes Hooding back, and life is good again. “The Little Stone House” stands steeped in the tradition of New Hampshire living, and it is no surprise that all who enter find the peace that comes with good living and congenial companionship. Sailing on Lake IT’entu'orth ERIC M. SANFORDFront Cover: Summer scene at Laurel Lake, Fitzwilliam Depot. Color photo by Kric M. Sanford. Back Cover: Lake Chocorua and Mt. Chocorua. Highway route 16 at this point is scheduled to be improved and somewhat relocated for some distance, the work to begin next autumn. Photo by Winston Pote. Frontispiece: The Flume Cascade in Crawford Notch after a heavy rain. An extensive improvement program is in progress at the Crawford Notch state reservation. Photo by State Forestry and Recreation Commission. M rs. Wayne R. Schadel writes from Burdett, Kansas, that the school children there often borrow her copies of the Troubadour, and that they have inspired the planting there of much needed trees. As a gesture of friendship between the students of the University of Alaska and those of New F.ngland College, Henniker, an Alaskan birch tree, now growing in sight of Mt. McKinley, is to be sent for planting on the campus of the New Hampshire institution. “Old Timer” claims that “panfish” are so named because they fit nicely in a skillet and sputter deliciously when browned in the vicinity of salt pork. In late July and in August, when extra-warm and sunny days sometimes confine successful trout and bass fishing to early morning or late afternoon sessions, many fishermen turn to the panfish — yellow and white perch, horned pout and pickerel. With the exception of horned pout these fish may be taken on artificial lures, by casting or by trolling, and all are taken by still fishing with bait. The horned pout bites best at night. Shiners are usually the l>est still fishing bait for pickerel, continues “Old Timer,” but angleworms seem to be the potatoes of the rest of the tribe. Don't expect even perch always to be foolish, however. Three or four feet of nylon between the hook and your line, and a small bobber so the bait can drift away from your boat’s shadow, may make a big difference in your luck. A variety of baits — crawfish, grasshoppers, crickets — may be used to good advantage, and big fish of any species usually find a lively shiner very tempting. But New Hampshire fish are true Yankees and sometimes shy away fromfancy gadgets. They also arc apt to lose their appetites when they can see the fisherman too plairly. And they sometimes seem to be on vacation at parts unknown. That gives the fisherman a chance to go swimming, take a nap, or get re- acquainted with his family. Ten Miles Out, a guide book to the Isles of Shoals (off Portsmouth), by Lyman V. Rutledge, published by the Isles of Shoals Unitarian Association, 355 Boylston St., Boston, Mass., fifty cents. It lists points of interest on the islands and gives a historical chronology. Amherst Open House will feature the opening of twelve old houses to the public 1:00 to 6:00 P.M. July 7, and 10:30 to 6:00 o’clock July 8. The houses, including the Horace Greeley birthplace, date from the 1700’s and early 1800’s. Hostesses will be in costume in all of the houses. The program includes a tea each day and a luncheon on Saturday, the 8th. The town’s old fire engines will be on display on the common, and one may see early town records in the selectmen’s office. Proceeds from the affair will be used for restoration of the Congregational Church, which was built in 1771- 1774. The Horace Greeley hirthfdace at holier st. one of the old houses lit he often to the ftuhlie on July 7 and II see announcement . Greeley, /minder and eililor of the S«*u York Tribune, lit is horn there in lltll. The house icas fturchuseil and restoreil in 19 Why Mr. and Mrs. I’hili/t Itradle\ IhdtnesA mirror lake, within an emerald grove, Reflecting dark, tall trees with branches low; The shadows cool and deep, to where below In quiet back-curve of a little cove. As in that strange behind-a-mirror place. The stems of lilies, with a flowing grace Find root and to the lucid surface grow. A roving cloud and bird reflected are; Nor can a storm this mirror break or mar. Each storm must pass. And all the tempest tossed Upon these liquid depths is quickly lost; The surface scarless, now reflects a star. A mirror mingling fantasy and scene, Beneath blue skies a woodland lake serene. JUL 5 1950 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 JUNE 1950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. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act of March 3, 1S79. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XX JUNE, 1950 Number 3 And Yet I Dream aucjli (Birthplace, Newport, New Hampshire) How strange that I, who live in grandeur here, * Among these distances of blues and reds, Should long for near horizons, white and green, For brook and meadowland; for mossy beds Of fern and violet; and for tall trees Of elm and birch, for trees whose branches bend Beneath the crush of snow’. How' strange that I Should love this land so well and yet must send My thoughts across the years to know again The scented hay in June; a wooded hill That curves, in autumn aureate as flame, To streams whose lucid waters haunt me still. So dear to me are mountains and the clear, Long days of sun; the nearness of a star; And yet I dream through days and years that pass Of that soft land, so long ago and far. •Albuquerque, New Mexiro.UNEXPECTED HARVEST l„, Us. PnJta C. We had decided to buy a summer home in New Hampshire. We searched through the catalogues of agencies dealing in rural real estate. We spent many evenings discussing the relative merits of the various properties advertised in these fascinating booklets. The excitement of turning the pages, hopefully, never knowing what awaited us, made the search almost as satisfying as the purchase itself. One evening we found a promising advertisement for a hunting lodge located on a lake in southern New Hampshire. We drove up to walk over the property and to inspect the house, and we drove home the tentative owners of a brown shingled lodge and eighty acres of land on a lake. We needed only to wait for the clearance of the title and the passing of the deed. Our first impression of our new summer home was of a neat brown building settled snugly against a little hill. It had been planned and built by an architect for his hunting lodge. It was designed to be serviceable and very comfortable, for sportsmen appreciate comfort after a day of hunting in the woods. The huge fireplace would hold a long-burning section of a tree which would demand little or no attention from the figures stretched before it enjoying the warmth while wrangling in a friendly manner over a game of cards. There were sleeping rooms built around the main room. These could be opened and warmed in a short time by the roaring fire in the stone fireplace. If there had been no comfortable, welcoming house the beauty of the grounds would have been enough encouragement for the most hesitant of buyers. The land from the front of the house, west to the boundary line, rolled slowly and smoothly up hill. It rolled 4 The June 1950BERNICE B. PERRY Mountain laurel blossoms in Mason, anil an admirer. through the green clearing up to the pine-bordered, natural theater into the thick fragrant woods beyond. There were large, grey rocks upon which one could perch, and quietly watch the lively birds and busy grey and red squirrels as they went about the jolly business of gathering food or just exercising their lithe selves. There were white graceful birches weaving their glamorous branches through the contrasting green of the pines, and the thick maples which shared the woods with them. Beyond the house and the clearing there was a ledge of rock on top of which was lain a mossy carpet. It was a beautiful spot set down in the middle of the woods. Just a short walk from the housewas the lake, a crystal clear body of cool water, a natural bowl fed by springs. Oh, it was a revelation the first time we plunged into the sparkling water and felt its cool refreshing touch! When a fanner plants his crops he knows what will grow from the seeds and seedlings he sets in his fields. We had no idea of the harvest that awaited us in our new home. As we strolled through the field one day during our first summer as owners of our new home, we saw brilliant spots of color at our feet. Upon investigating we found the sweetest, juiciest, wild strawberries, plump and warm in their leafy hiding places. We gathered bowls full of them and ate them with thick rich cream. We returned another day and picked more and made them into wild strawberry ice cream that would gain us fame on the commercial market. We gathered handfuls as we walked and ate them warm and sweet just as they came from the plants. Later that summer we were surprised to find crabapples on the trees outside our dining porch windows. Rows of neat jars of crab- apple jelly, tangy and firm, stand in our preserve closet awaiting the baking powder biscuits which will come as surely as morning. In the fall we found a large crop of butternuts on the trees which shaded the badminton court. We loaded them into boxes, carefully leaving an ample supply for the squirrels to store away for the snowy days of winter. We laid them out to dry on papers on the porch floor. Nut cakes, cookies, and butternut fudge would be our rewards for the painstaking job of cracking the shells and extracting the meats in the largest possible pieces. We burned the huge pieces of fallen wood in our fireplace, and we decorated our table with birch log candle holders. We soaked up the sunshine and fresh air, the tangy smell of pine and the healthy exercise of our refreshing swims in the lake. We gathered the beauty and peace into our hearts for the snowy winter ahead. We had garnered an unexpected harvest from our New Hampshire home.ML. > - AMONG THE GREAT FROM THE GRANITE STATE Fourth Series LJ. 2)„ane S^es, p/,2). 2. Salmon Portland Chase (January 13, 1808—May 7, 1873) Of the thirteen men who have served as Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, two have been natives of New Hampshire. They were Salmon Portland Chase, appointed by The old District School So. I at Lot khat en in the Town of Enfield. Sow preserved as a museum piece, the school is typical of many that served an earlier generation. 7 he restoration was record'd in The Troubadour of September 1947. The schmd attracts many visitors during the summer months, and its store of valuable historical relics is constantly being add'd to. SHKRMAN PKKKINSPresident Lincoln, and Harlan Fiske Stone, appointed by President Franklin 1). Roosevelt. Many tributes were paid to Mr. Justice Stone at the time of his recent death, and Chesterfield, X. H., his birthplace, honors his memory. But Cornish, X. H., likewise has the right to be proud that one of its sons also reached the pinnacle of juristic attainment in the L'nited States. Salmon P. Chase was the eighth of eleven children. One of his uncles, Philander C. Chase, who rose to greatness in other fields, was the youngest of fifteen children. When Salmon Chase was a youth, his family moved to Keene, where the boy received his early education. He graduated from Dartmouth in the Class of 1826, and settled down as a lawyer in Ohio. Rising rapidly in political circles in the Buckeye State, Chase went thence to the U. S. Senate in 1849. Six years later he became the first Republican Governor of Ohio, and in 1861 was named by President Lincoln as Secretary of the Treasury. To Chase fell heavy responsibilities in raising the money for the victorious prosecution of the Civil War. Inseparably associated with his tenure of the Treasury was the establishment of the National Banks in 1863, the introduction of I . S. paper money, and the first experiments with the income tax. Even more interesting, perhaps, was another and not too-well- known incident of Chase’s service as Secretary of the Treasury. In Xovember, 1861, the Rev. M. R. Watkinson, an obscure clergyman from the hamlet of Ridleyville, Pennsylvania, wrote the Secretary of the Treasury to urge that some recognition of Almighty The siimmrr homr at Xorth Stratford of \lr. Xmc York, ’’tufnrr" t/9/6) and ~aflrr** I originally, a sturdy, fdain farm dnxflinn. I othrrs nil I hr madr ultra tin- I in 8 The June 1950God b<- placed upon the coins of the United States. Secretary Chase read this letter and endorsed the idea propounded. He w rote to the Director of the Mint: “No nation can be strong except in the strength of God. or safe except in His defense. The trust of our people in God should be declared on our national coins.” Delays ensued in putting the project into effect, and it was not until 1864 that the phrasing, “In God We Trust,” first appeared on a coin of the United States. It was placed that year on the 2c piece, and, since then, at various times has occurred on all varieties of our coinage. Today, it is stamped on every American coin currently being issued by the Mint. When Chief Justice Taney died in 1864, President Lincoln elevated his Secretary of the Treasury to the post of Chief Justice of the United States. It was Chief Justice Chase who administered to Abraham Lincoln his second oath of office, and who headed the Supreme Court during the difficult years of post-war reconstruction. After his death in 1873 a bank named in his honor was founded in New York, a bank destined to grow into one of the mightiest financial institutions in the world. Books have been written of his career as a public officer and as a jurist. But of all the things that he did. that with the most enduring effect was his placement of “In God We Trust” on the coins of his country. Think of Salmon P. Chase, born in Cornish, N. H., the next time you feel the jingle of money in your pocket! (Next month's article: Charles Anderson Dana)FIFTY YEARS A-GROWING The Howe Library at Hanover During the first week in April, 1900, a modest and inconspicuous placard was displayed in the stores of Hanover, announcing that “The Howe Library will be open for the free use of all residents of the town of Hanover on April 7, 1900, from two to four, and thenceforward every Saturday at the same hours.” From this very humble beginning has grown a unique library which is visited by people from all over the country, written up in library journals and photographed in art magazines. The Howe Library is housed in next to the oldest dwelling in Hanover, which was built by Eleazar Wheelock in 1773. During his first three years in Hanover Eleazar had for office, administration building and library a dingy, smoky room in the primitive College Hall. So, he determined to build a dwelling suitable to his station and through the generosity of John Thornton, a wealthy English merchant, he was able to erect, on the present site of Reed Hall, a building so impressive it was always termed the “mansion house.” This housed the Wheelock family, several students, and what then served as the college library. Here Eleazar died in 1779, as did his son and successor, John Wheelock in 1816. The house then became the property of John's son-in-law, William Allen, president of Dartmouth who lived there during those stormy days until he left in 1820 to become president of Bowdoin College. The next two presidents of Dartmouth occupied the house until 1838, when William Allen sold the estate to the College. Wishing to use the site for Reed Hall, the College sold the house to Otis Freeman. Eleazar Wheelock was a “first” in many ways — first presidentof Dartmouth — certainly the first president to found a college whose “whole curriculum was 500 gallons of New England rum.” So, it was lining that his house should be first in the parade of old colonial houses in Hanover to break away from their moorings. Over the next one hundred years Hanover was to become quite accustomed to peripatetic houses. Residents never showed any astonishment when another old colonial house was discovered ambling across the campus. Eleazar “builded well,” whether colleges or houses. His heavily- limbered, gambrel roofed “mansion house” was moved across the campus to its present location on West Wheelock St. The gambrel roof was replaced by a sharp A roof and the various ramifications of sheds and barns disappeared over the years. About 1850 the house became the property of Benjamin Howe, a book binder, who died in 1867, leaving a widow, a son Charles and a daughter Emily. Mrs. Howe later inherited a substantial A recent view of the How library at Hanover.fortune, which at her death in 1897 went to Emily, as Charles had died earlier. In 1900 Emily became the second wife of her cousin Hiram Hitchcock, one of the proprietors of the Fifth Avenue Hotel in New York and a summer resident of Hanover. doing to live on the Hitchcock estate, Emily gave her childhood home to a corporation of nineteen members to establish the Howe Library as a free library for the residents of Hanover. The first floor, which was to be used for the library, was left just as it had been spacious rooms, with lovely old furniture. Some stacks, a gift from a Hanover resident, were put up at the back of one living room. There were no books in the original gift, but the library opened with a miscellaneous collection of about 1300 volumes contributed by residents of the town and a Sunday School library which was donated to it. As there was no endowment accompanying the gift, the entire expense of the library had to be met by the rental of rooms on the upper floors to unmarried instructors (where many of Dartmouth's bashful bachelors still continue to live). The library was first open for two hours on Saturday afternoon and the librarian was paid the munificent salary of 121 ■> cents an hour. At the end of the first year she reported that 111 persons were using the library and 169 books had been taken out. In 1912 Emily Howe Hitchcock died and made the Howe Library the residuary legatee of her estate, valued at about $150,- 000. Revolutionary changes were made immediately. A brick wing to house the stacks was erected; a trained librarian and assistants were hired and the library was open every week day afternoon and evening. Today, with a librarian, children's librarian and two assistants the library is one of the busiest spots in town. The library collection now numbers 21,562 and last year the circulation was 59,189. Every day nearly 200 persons use the library. Specializing in work with children, the library works closely with the schools. 12 Thf June 1950DAVID PIKRCK STl’DIO The Children's Hour at the historic lloue Library. If Emily Howe were to come back to her childhood home some cold, wintry day, she would see comfortable chairs and chintz- covered divans filled with people reading magazines and newspapers. A cheery fire would be crackling in the fireplace she remembered so well and she would be pleased to see herself looking down benevolently from over the mantel. Around the room the Hitchcocks and Howes would nod at her from their massive frames and say “This is as you meant it to be — these residents of Hanover enjoying your hospitality.” Across the hall, around another fire children might be listening to a story, quite unaware that they were in an historic house, and that their library which they love, the Howe Library, had been fifty years a-growing.Front Cover: Fishing the Am- monoosuc River near Groveton, Percy Peaks in the background. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: A scene in Jaffrey. Photo by Harold Orne. Frontispiece: Pond at the base of the ski lift, Mount Sunapee State Park. Photo by Hilton-Wahlstrom. New Hampshire Books and Authors Arnos Fortune, Free Man, by Elizabeth Yates of Peterborough, Aladdin Books, New York, S2.50, winner of the Herald Tribune’s Award for the best book in the older boys and girls class for 1950. This is a remarkable, true story of a man born in Africa in 1710, sold as a slave in America in 1725, who purchased his freedom when 60 years old, then worked to free three other slaves, one his own wife. They went to live in Jaffrey, New Hampshire, where at 91 he died an honored citizen, and was buried on a hilltop there. He left a notable will with money to be used toward education, a fund in use today. The Amos Fortune Forum, held at Jaffrey through the summer season, offers public discussion of today’s issues with the assistance of distinguished speakers. Route Guide to New Hampshire Historic Houses and Markers of the Colonial Period to 1776, compiled and published by the National Society ol Colonial Dames of America in the State of New Hampshire, S.50. Pocket size, about 100 pages listing more than 225 markers and giving the inscriptions, arranged in geographical areas by routes, alphabetical index by towns, illustrated with photos. May be obtained from Miss Lila A. Freeman, 101 North State Street, Concord, New Hampshire. The first issue of The Shore- liner, “home-town magazine of the Seacoast Region,” is to be published June 20 at Portsmouth by The Shoreliner, Inc., Herbert F. Georges, publisher. Subscription price is S2 a year. Meadow Hearth, New Hampshire’s unique theatre of the dance founded in 1948 by dancers Grace and Kurt Graff just outside the historic village of Hopkinton, opens its third season early in July. Saturday evenings will feature 14 The June 1950theatrical productions. Andrew M. Heath, Jr., will give a piano concert late in July, and the Graffs themselves will present a dance concert during the latter part of August. For five Wednesday evenings, beginning July 19, old favorites in moving pictures will be shown. A square dance will be held each Thursday evening, beginning July 6, with the popular and well known Gene Gowing calling the tunes. Square dance lessons will be given regularly during the summer for both child and adult groups. Interlaken, a girls’ camp at Croydon, has enrollments this year from Morocco, Spain, the Dominican Republic, Cuba, Colombia, and Uruguay as well as from many of the states of this country. ELEANOR KOST Mrs. Dexter If heeler of Andover and her "papoose." Susie. Mr. If heeler, a college senior. has studiid anti tired Indian lore since childhood, is ski I ltd in Indian handcraft. is uondcraft counselor at a summer t'amp, and plans to go to Montana to teach history and science to the Indians of the ! Hack foot trihe. Hr is dtdit'ating his life to trying to help the Indians. The historic houses at Portsmouth which are open to the public are listed on the 1950 New Hampshire tourist map, and more complete information is contained in a folder issued at Portsmouth. The Troubadour will be glad to send these to you on request. Warner I louse Spiced l ea Spiced tea from an old recipe is served cold to visitors at the historic Warner House at Portsmouth. It is said to be equally good served hot. The recipe: 2 tsp. cinnamon 3 cups sugar 1 tsp. cloves juice of 3 lemons cup tea juice of 6 oranges, gallon of waterA maple blowing in the sun, While little shadows hide and run Among the wind-tossed, singing leaves; Where golden coins of summer light Bespangle all the boughs in sight Till shade the flitting gold retrieves. If I were some bright bird on wing, I’d sway atop this tree, and sing. by Ruth M. Hill (From a longer poem “To a Maple”) <4Uu"Xco"°J930 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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Entered as second-class matter. May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, Yew Hampshire, under the Act of March 3, 1S79. ANDREW M. HEATH, Edlfor Volume XX MAY, 1 950 Number 2 May Morning la ddrede rid 'WJ. Id rand This morning very early, when everything was still, I went up to my garden, asleep across the hill: 1 watched the sky grow brighter, the sun begin to shine, And thought the land was talking to those drowsy plants of mine. It spoke no human language, and yet I seemed to know That it was gently urging each plant to wake and grow, As it had done so often when Spring was in the air. Since someone cleared that hillside and marie a garden there. Then, as I stood and listened, the quiet voice was gone; A fragrant, sun-drenched morning kept the promise of the dawn; Along the ordered rows I saw the green tops lift and nod. And wondered if that quiet voice had been the voice of God.Painting by Harvey Kidder For an inland water has played an important role in the life of Harrisville. For example, the old chapel with the four-painted belfry is almost surrounded by the pond which at one time powered the town’s mills. "A SMALL MILL TOWN” Reprinted from Ford Times Personally, when I am traveling I like to be surprised — the right way, of course. And that’s the way it was with my coming upon, maybe I should say descending upon, Harrisville. I was rolling around the mountain, so to speak, when I came. Driving slowly through wooded upflung country, slanting fields and old orchards, tall stands of pine and hemlock and maple, high rounded hills in gigantic billows to the sky, and at every other turn a blue lake mirroring all the hilly world — that gently rugged country presided over by Grand Monadnock, lord of the mountains of southern New Hampshire. And I literally dropped down, down out of the woods, and 1 was on the shore of yet another lake and in Harrisville. Two minutes, or only one minute, and I was through the town, down a steep hill, and by the shore of a second lake set in wooded wilderness. But I turned around and went back. No guidebook had advised me. Rindge, Jaflrey, Dublin, Peter- boro, all within a short radius, 1 had found listed and extolled. In small print there had been the name of Harrisville with the bleak designation: “a small mill town.” That was all. And it was true enough. But I had had a glimpse — and the sudden hunch that Baedeker would have put a star after that entry and a word of advice: “Artists and lovers of the unusual take note.” For Harrisville is a mill town all right — but with a difference . . . To begin with, the outflow from the long lake now called Harrisville Pond becomes a broad canal and then plunges down a nearlyprecipitous gorge about a quarter of a mile to Lake Nuhanusit. The hills roll up on every side. And on a mere acre of level ground by pond and canal is a small cluster of ancient houses, a little chapel, and a tall church all of brick warmed and weathered by a hundred or more years. And this is the old heart of the town; it really is the town, serene, placid, and dignified. Looking down from the steep hillside are the newer white houses and the one store. And then strung along down the gorge is the mill. Its central building is of granite blocks, its wings of brick, and it has been running continuously for a hundred years. Near it stands what is left of the first mill with its old tower from which a rope pulley 2100 feet long transmitted power from water wheel to machinery. The present mill has recently gone over to electric power, with modern machines in the old buildings, and the place hums and throbs with the speed and efficiency of modern American industry. I spent an hour there following wool from the bag to the finished cloth ready to be shipped to New York, reflecting that here hidden in the hills was a way station for wool on a long journey. There’s a connection between the old brick houses and the peace of them and the interior hum of modern machinery. Abel Twitchell settled here in 1786. brought Bethuel Harris, later to be his son-in- law, here, cast his Yankee eye over the fall of water between two mountain lakes, and built a mill in 1813 for the manufacture of wooden ware. The place was called Twitched Village and was part of Dublin. But the villagers were independent. When they disagreed with Dublin over the gratuity to be voted the railroad that was being laid across New Hampshire, they just lopped off a goodly slice of Dublin, seceded with it, and incorporated themselves in 1870 as Harrisville. Today Harrisville numbers about 500, and 240 work in the mid. So it is a mill town ad right, but the point is — except that one can see the mid with his own eyes he would never know he was in a mid town. There is no traffic in Harrisville. There is no noise.■■■■■■I Doguvod in bloom at Portsmouth. There are no crowds. I saw one truck, and I saw one horse-drawn wagon, and I saw three pedestrians. The old brick houses with their white framed windows and doors, instead of bordering a Xew England common, are reflected in the lake and the canal. And serenity and silence brood over them as they brooded over the place when Abel Twitchell discovered it.lhe beautiful white-spired brick church, The First Congregational Church of Harrisvillc, presides over houses and shore and water. But what catches the eye is the little chapel near it, also of old brick, with a four-pointed low belfry. The chapel stands in the waters of the pond. New England has many beautiful old churches. I wonder if it has another old chapel in a great pond. Mrs. C. M. Miller, the wife of the minister, who received me with the kindest hospitality, explained that the chapel was built in 1840 as a place of worship until the church was built. After the church was completed in 1844 the chapel was for a time a girls’ academy. Now, because of the need of repairs to the church and the lack of central heating, the little chapel is used for services again. It was built on the shore. When the level of water was raised, it was surrounded on two sides, its cellar became part of the pond. It has always been a Congregational chapel, but I could not help but think to what good use Baptists would put it . . . 1 looked from the Millers’ house across the end of Harrisvillc Pond. On a hilly wooded island is the town cemetery. The eye moves right and sees the little chapel standing doubly in water, and beyond it the white sharp church spire, under its protection the handful of old houses. The instant the eye leaves them it catches the long reach of blue water and the wooded hills and distant mountains. Who said industry need be ugly? And a mill town a noisy place? I heard no sound except the notes of a thrush coming across water. I saw only utter serenity, the dignity of age, and watery reflections. “This is really a place of reflections,” I said. "Oh, yes.” Mrs. Miller said happily. “They say this is the most painted village in New Hampshire.” So the artists have found it without Baedeker. I might have known. Trust the artist's eye . . .A. N. HOl'CHARD II hat is this brushy Inal,inn pond? It is a poml ninth by In‘avers in southwestern New Hampshire. The actual loctit ion is not disclose*! for the sake of the fishermen tvho discovend it anil who catch "tdd fashioned" bn nth trout there. Hearers hare moth- a gtnd comcdmck in Xciv Hampshire, ami the state non has a special trapping season whence or the population is believed to be too large. The dams are interesting to the student of the U'oods as well as the trout fisherman. I went down the steep street, paused for a while again at the tiny center, reminding myself that this was a mill town, went over to the postoffice. 1 was the only person on the street. I sent oil a postcard of warning to the editor. Then 1 slipped away very quietly so as not to disturb the town and in a minute 1 w-as in the woods again.AMONG THE GREAT FROM THE GRANITE STATE Fourth Series mine SynireS, p/,2). I. I’hincas Davis (1800— September 27, 1835) On the thirty-first of December, 1949, the newspapers reported that the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad was that day discontinuing passenger service on its Old Main Line. This trackage represented the first successful steam railroad in American history. Its construction had begun on July 4, 1828, when Charles Carroll, the only surviving signer of the Declaration of Independence, had broken ground for the new common carrier. The first American passenger trains began to operate on the thirteen miles between Baltimore and Ellieott City in January, 1830. The Old Main Line ran almost due west from Baltimore and its right of way did not utilize the Potomac River valley until it reached Point of Rocks, Maryland. Five years after the Old Main Line was opened, the B.&O. ran a branch south from Baltimore to Washington. But not until 1868 were the present through tracks laid between Washington and a juncture with the Old Main Line at Point of Rocks. I mil after the Civil War, railway travellers into Washington from the West had to get to the national capital by the roundabout way of the Old Main Line. All this is preliminary to recalling that one of the key figures in the Baltimore and Ohio R.R. in its opening years was that little- known son of the Granite State: Phineas Davis. Born on a farm in Grafton, X. H., young Davis went to York, Pennsylvania in his middle teens, and threw himself into the study of mechanics and steam engines. Those were the days when the possiblities of steam as a prime source of power seemed as fascinating to young in-WINSTON POTS Fishing on the Israel Hirer at Jefferson ami view of Mis. Mntlison, Adams, Jefferson, W ashington, and .Monroe of the Presidential Range. ventors as atomic energy does in 1950. In January, 1831, dissatisfied with the performance of its locomotives in the first year of operation, — even Peter Cooper’s “Tom Thumb” had been found wanting — the B.&O. announced a prize competition which caught the eye of Phineas Davis. The railroad stated that it would award $4000 — equal to at least SI 6.000 today — to that inventor who, on or before June 1. 1831. would deliver the best locomotive to the company. It must burn coal or coke, consume its own smoke, and draw a minimum of fifteen tons at 15 in.p.h.Iii the five* months at his disposal Phineas Davis built suc h a locomotive, named it the “York,” and won the prize. Shortly thereafter the Baltimore and Ohio R.R. offered the successful inventor the managership of all its mechanical shops. In 1832 Davis accepted the position, and took up his headquarters in Baltimore. Quick to improve existing equipment, and alert to all the rapidly-moving developments in steam power, Phineas Davis seemed headed for a brilliant career as the master mechanic of the then principal railroad of the United States. Alas! the bright promise was not to be achieved. In the autumn of 1835, during a trial run on the new trackage lx*ing laid from Baltimore to Washington. Davis was killed in an accident. Today, as the Washington-bound traveller skims over the trunk line from Maryland's chief city to the nation’s capital, it all seems far away and long ago when the “York” was the most efficient locomotive in America. Yet it is worth remembering, at least by all those who love the story of the “Iron Horse,” that Phineas Davis, a native of the Granite State, was one of the most successful of the pioneer locomotive builders of this country. (Next month's article: Salmon Portland Chase) WINNIPESAUKEE L Vest a Sherman I nis year we came early to the log cabin at the lake by the mountains. June finds few campers — either the all-summer or two-week brand —started on their seasons, and I love it! People are grand, and 1 dearly love 'em. but it's a refreshing experience to have the place with its almost unearthly quietness, all for our very own.It’s the same sensation I get when we come up sometimes for a day or overnight in April. No one here but those beloved year round natives — (»od and the u c><>dland crea111res. Tonight the men are out fishing. The lake is that still, quiet water which is almost icelike in its unmotioning. Different every night, tonight it is the color of a huge abalone shell with its gray, green, and soft rosiness tinged all over with a pearly lustre. Soon the lights of the few other early folk will be popping on. In midsummer we often count twenty or more lights on the opposite shore — but tonight probably only one or two will show. Boat house doors — closed tightly since last September — tell us that as yet few families have come for their probably longed-for exposure to loveliness. Night after night, year after year all this loveliness is here - waiting to be taken by tired city bodies, and too world-commotionconscious minds. For myself, tho" I cannot come as early, often, or stay as late as I crave, the very knowingness that this is all here, majestic in its eternal steadfastness, creates and keeps in me a faith without which I could not live! .Veiv limn ft shirr Irnuhutlour 13Front Cover: Apple blossoms at Orford. Color photo l>v Winston Potc. Back Cover: Children at Randolph feed ins; shorn sheep, some of which have yokes to keep them from {joins; through the fence to where the “grass is greener.” Photo by Winston Pote. EPITAPH This masterpiece, sent to The I roubadour by Marion Fang Driscoll, is at New Boston: Nathan Emerson, died July 18, 18-H), aged 75 years. “The good die young.” New Hampshire Books and Authors That Darned Minister's Son (Doubleday and Company, Garden City, N. Y., S3) is by Haydn S. Pearson, an author who is well known to Troubadour readers. It is a collection of anecdotes. Mr. Pearson’s father was minister of a smalltown parish in New Hampshire, blended religion and farming, lifted the mortgage with his fine apples, and could compete with tlx1 best as a horse trader. Haydn himself had a love for small-bov pranks. The volume is a loving recollection of a bygone era. Open for the Season, by Karl P. Abbott, Doubleday & Co., Inc., Garden City, N. Y., S3. Reminiscences of a hotel man. A reviewer says: “This book simply bubbles with humor, good anecdotes, and dramatic incidents. ... It has enough New Hampshire common sense and courage to give you a breath of cleaner air.” ^stos' The voters at the town meeting held two months ago at Colebrook authorized the selectmen to make provision to stop the bell of the town clock between the hours of 10 p.m. and 7 a.m. Many attractive gardens throughout the state are open to visitors during the entire season. Persons wishing a list of them are invited to write to Mrs. Arthur Pennock, Littleton, who is chairman of visiting gardens for the New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs. The federation is making plans for Open House and Garden Week in New Hampshire August 7 12. On each day tea will be served at one of the houses or gardens, andhostesses will lie present to greet guests and describe interesting features of t lie home or garden. The series of tours is to be arranged so that anyone may visit all of the places which are to be opened. Proceeds will be for the Crotched Mountain planting project, the 1950 aim of which is to landscape the road leading to the site for the Cripple Children’s Hospital. On August 10 several of the houses in Exeter, including the famous Cincinnati House, the Folsom Tavern, the main building of Phillips F.xeter Academy, and a garden nearby, will be opened. Mrs. Foster Stearns will receive guests at her home. Headquarters of this tour will be the First Church, and refreshments will be served there. A Patent Model Museum is to be opened this summer on the country estate of Mr. and Mrs. O. Rundle Gilbert at Center Sandwich as a new center of interest in New Hampshire, July 1 to October 11. The museum is to contain three or four thousand of the more inter esting originals of working models of the period 1836-1890, when American inventors conjured up nearly every imaginable thing, ami many quite unimaginable. The Gilberts arc converting a large barn with two wings to house the large permanent collection and arranging features to interest the youngsters while their parents inspect and work the models, some of which have revolutionized our lives and some of which are useless, if ingenious, ideas. If your grandfather ever invented anything, chances arc his patent model is up in Center Sand- wich. These models trace the history of railroading, printing, farm machinery, and many other types of inventions; they are the visible evidence of 19th Century American ingenuity. New Hampshire's new toll road between New buryport. Massachusetts, and Kittery, Maine, is to be dedicated and opened for use on June 24. State Highway Commissioner Frank I). Merrill has announced that the rate for using this modern 15-mile high-speed artery will be 15 cents for passenger autos; varying rates for other vehicles.Voyager Returned L Bed ara ^Jernt Cit\ errij kj rimes The stillness of Spring Twilight in New Hampshire awakes emotion deep within my heart. Though other Springs in other lands held beauty, still here I have my roots and knew my start. The stillness of Spring Twilight in New Hampshire awakes remembrance known and loved before. My travels never could too firmly hold me: This is my home, my own familiar shore. MAY 5 WO 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/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour195005 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour May1950 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1950-05 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. The magazine was printed between 1931 and 1951. 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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 New Hampshire Troubadour APRIL 1950OH!' Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty ami opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. Stale Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act oj March 3, 1S79. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Wasted Hours Lj ffUora ^JJdhon flutter There was a day I wasted long ago, Lying upon a hillside in the sun An April day of wind and drifting clouds; An idle day and all my work undone. The little peach trees with their coral skirts Were dancing up the hillside in the breeze; The grey-walled meadows gleamed like bits of jade Against the crimson bloom of maple trees. And I could smell the warmth of trodden grass, The coolness of a freshly harrowed field; And I could hear a bluebird's wistful song Of love and beauty only half revealed. I have forgotten many April days But one there is that comes to haunt me still A day of feathered trees and windy skies And wasted hours upon a sunlit hill. Volume XX APRIL, 1950 Number 1 —From “Dreams and a Sword” 3 New Hampshire TroubadourTHE LAST FIFTY YEARS IN NEW HAMPSHIRE hJ-Z mine Squires On the 31st of August, 1899, Mr. and Mrs. F. O. Stanley of Newton, Massachusetts, drove their “Stanley steamer” up the carriage road on Mt. Washington. It was the original ascent of that mountain by automobile, and a fitting augury of the remarkable changes that the next fifty years were to bring. In this brief survey of those changes in New Hampshire life since 1899, three questions will lx* [wised and answers sought: How have New Hampshire people altered their ways of making a living? What new developments in the art of living together have they devised? In what spiritual and intellectual ways have they reacted to the fast-flowing tides of change? The U. S. census in 1900 showed New Hampshire to have a population of 411,588. Slightly more than 53r< of these people are described as “rural,” i.e., living in the country or in villages of fewer than 2500 population. By 1940 the rural proportion had dropped to 42%, and by 1950 it was expected to be still lower. At the same time, however, the product of farm and field in terms of dollar value rose steadily during the years after 1900; by 1949 it was approaching $70,000,000 in annual value. T he establishment of the State Department of Agriculture in 1913, an extensive growth in poultry raising, the appearance of the 4-H Clubs and the County Agent, State control of the milk market and a great increase in tested dairy herds, the modernization of the maple products industry, — all these have been notable agricultural developments in the Granite State since 1900. Transportation in the last half century has similarly changed. Edwin V. Mitchell in his charming / lit Horse and Buggy Age in NewEngland has reminded us diat 1900 was the high point of the equine era. There were then fewer than 8000 automobiles in all the United States, and at least 20.000,000 horses. Harness makers, blacksmiths, gristmills and feedstores. livery stables, giant snow rollers in the winter, and dusty roads in the summer, in New Hampshire as elsewhere in the nation were apparently basic aspects of American life. Yet within fifty years what a difference! Old Dobbin has almost disappeared, an ox team is a rarity, more than 100,000 motor vehicles are registered in New Hampshire alone, and even the “Iron Horse” is not the imposing figure he was in 1900. New Hampshire’s modern highway development began in 1905 with the passage of the State Aid Road Law. A short stretch of bituminous road was laid near Nashua in 1908, and the original stretch of concrete highway put down in Hooksett in 1918. Interstate bus service started in 1923 between Manchester and Lowell, and interstate air travel began in 1934. . I rerifi/ photograph of an old blacksmith shop in Lancaster, C. URBAN SHOREYDuring the same decades consolidation in New Hampshire’s principal industries — textiles, shoes, and timber products — waxed and then began to wane. In the latter 19th century New Hampshire had 6000 industrial establishments; today the number is perhaps one-sixth that number, but fortunately increasing. The prototype of the early 20th century industrial giant was the Amos- keag Mills in Manchester, at one time the world’s largest cotton textile factory. By 1935 such consolidation brought its own downfall. and today the single establishment of yesteryear is functioning as several dozen varied and independent industries. In 1950, as in 1900, manufacturing, including such activities as printing and the processing of materials from Mother Earth, is New Hampshire's chief method of earning a living. The expansion of the recreational industry in the Granite State over the last fifty years has been impressive. Even in the 19th century thousands of persons came annually to New Hampshire, to enjoy its mountains, lakes, and forests. Since 1900 the numbers have hugely increased. The establishment of the 600,000 acre White Mountain National Forest in 1909 was followed a few years later by the beginning of State forest reservations. Today these have expanded into more than twenty attractive State Parks. In the last fifty years golf clubs have dotted the State; numerous boys’ and girls' camps have been founded; and many summer theaters have flourished. Tourist accommodations have been so well developed that it is now possible to “sleep” 75,000 visitors to New Hampshire at one time. In recent decades the Cannon Mountain Aerial Tramway, the Cranmorc Mountain skimobile, the Belknap and Mt. Sunapee chair lifts, “snow trains" and “winter carnivals,” the efforts of the six regional agencies in the State, and the skill of the State Highway Department in maintaining good roads have raised tourism to unprecedented heights. Thousands of Granite State men and women now derive their livelihood from this important industry.What new developments in the art of living together have New Hampshire people devised in the last half century? In candor it must 1k‘ said that, more important than any single act of will by our people themselves, have been the effects of the social revolution throughout the whole nation wrought by technology in the last fifty years. Among these effects which have influenced New Hampshire mightily have been the wide use of electricity; the marvels of modern medicine, hospitals, and public health; radio and television; the moving picture; the automobile, tractor, and truck; frozen foods and fuel oil; consolidated schools; supermarkets and synthetics of all sorts; and many other technological changes of our age. All these developments have altered our whole manner of living together, and in New Hampshire as elsewhere their impact has been profound. Nevertheless, in other ways by deliberate acts of their will Granite State citizens have altered the pattern of public and group life. In 1899 “Old Home Week” was begun: two years later the present judiciary system was inaugurated; and in 1909 the direct primary law was instituted. In 1911 New Hampshire adopted theThe Christian Science Church t nation's first workmen’s compensation law and did pioneer work with the idea of a Public Service Commission, child labor regulation, and factory inspection legislation. During World War I the Granite State furnished more than 20,000 men for the armed services, invested upwards of $80 million in war securities, and produced the author of that famous song, “The Long, Long Trail.” A quarter of a century later, during World War II, New Hampshire gave 59,000 men and women to the uniformed services, and in war bond drives and by interim buying invested more than $539 million in the cause of victory. In other ways New Hampshire people reacted to the problems and needs of the contemporary world. In 1936 after devastating Hoods and again in 1938 after the terrible hurricane New Hampshire showed the traditional New England spirit of surmounting grave difficulties. In 1905 the State’s oldest city, Portsmouth, was host to the Conference which ended the Russo-Japanese War, and in 1944 its largest hotel at Bretton Woods sheltered the conference which led to the creation of the International Bank and the International Monetary Fund. In 1949 New Hampshire was proud to furnish the granite cornerstone for the I'niied Nations headquarters building now being erected in New York. In what spiritual and intellectual ways have New Hampshire people reacted to the fast-flowing tides of change since 1900? Among Protestants there has been a noticeable increase of thenut ml. titilicuicii July /7, 1901. EMC M. SAN FOR I ecumenical spirit, and a lessening of narrow sectarianism. Among those of other faiths similar trends have been at work, and all religious people have cooperated closely in manners of social reform and general welfare. “Brotherhood Week” in 1950 for all the United States was headed by a distinguished Catholic son of New Hampshire. Throughout the half century service clubs, youth organizations, fraternal groups, women's clubs, and welfare agencies, all with a basically religious motivation, have had a steady growth and a far-reaching influence. Traditionally partial to the “district school,” New Hampshire did not establish a real State school system until 1919. As early as 1901 the Normal School at Keene had been established, to do for the southern part of the State what its older sister at Plymouth had long done for northern New Hampshire. In 1923 the modern University of New Hampshire at Durham was organized, and has rapidly grown to a status of leadership among institutions of its kind. In private education Dartmouth College attracted students from all over the nation, as did Colby Junior College, Exeter, St. Paul’s, and Holderness. Other fine schools flourished, both on the secondary and higher level; among these were the Catholic colleges of St. Anselm. Mount St. Mary, and Rivier. In the field of books and the arts New Hampshire had a proud record over the years since 1900. In 1950 almost every Town in the State had a free, tax-supported, public library;an efficient State Library furnished “bookmobiles”; and in per capita circulation of books New Hampshire ranked high among the forty-eight States. Early in the century Augustus St. Gaudens was a towering figure in the art colony around Cornish, and his beautiful home and studio are now a public preserve. Daniel Chester French, a native of Exeter, gained world renown from his creation of the Lincoln memorial in Washington in 1922. The handsome Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester opened in 1927, and the Orozco murals at Dartmouth became famous a decade later. Since 1908 the MacDowell Colony at Peterborough has been a stimulus to writers and musicians, while at nearby Swanzey in 1914 Joyce Kilmer was inspired to write his immortal poem, “Trees.” In summary it is clear that New Hampshire has changed amazingly in the past fifty years. Yet, as Carleton J. H. Hayes has properly reminded us, the forces of continuity are always stronger than those of alteration. Underneath, the character of the Granite State has been constant. It was no accident that the F.B.I. reported in 1946 that New Hampshire was the most law-abiding State in the nation. Perhaps with this thought in mind, the late Lawrence Shaw Mayo wrote in 1948: “Conservative they are indeed, these country people of New Hampshire . . . but it docs not follow that they arc dull. Far from it! They are as shrewd as they are conservative, and so must occupy pretty nearly the first place among the shrewd peoples of the world. . . . That is merely one phase of the uncanny sense which gives unusual value to their judgments upon everything from uncertain weather to even more uncertain human nature. ... Is it possible that the countryside in which they live is a tiny cosmos containing all types of human character? . . . Perhaps it is so. At all events their keenness in judging individuals is equalled only by their knowledge of human nature in general.” It is a tribute of which New Hampshire folk in the middle of the changing 20th century have a right to be proud.EARLY SEASON FLY FISHING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE Lj 3. W). Cakitt When I was too young to know better I believed that it should be possible to catch New Hampshire trout with artificial flies on any day during the open season if one knew how to do it. Older and more experienced fishermen advised me to stick to bait at least until apple blossom time. My first few years of fly fishing experience was in streams, and May 8 was the earliest date I could record for success with flies. Then one year, it was 1936 I think, we had advanced weather, and I took some good rainbows from a stream in western New Hampshire on dry flies on opening day (May 1). Since that momentous (to me) date pond fishing for trout has Tnvhvrman Harinv is in thv background ant! thv I'ini,ham \olch ( amp of t hr I pfxilachian Mountain ( Iah is in thv forvtfround. i/tril is thv tinw u hvn Tnrkvrman Havinv is mast fnt/mlnr far skiinfi. WINSTON 1*0 IKreceived considerable popularity, thanks largely to a program of reclamation and scientific management and stocking by the New Hampshire Fish and Game Department. Because of the comparative ease of reaching the trout’s feeding level with Hies in the still water of ponds, and the fact that aquatic insects comprise the bulk of the trout’s diet in many ponds, it is usually possible to make a satisfactory catch on artificial Hies on opening day, even when streams are running high with snow melt water. In spite of the fact that most opening day fishermen rise long before dawn and are on the streams and ponds at sunrise, the best period to fish on May 1, with either fly or bait, usually comes between 12:00 o'clock noon and 4:00 1\M. in both streams and ponds. Dozens of experiences could be cited to prove this. The reason, probably, is that the water temperature during that period is the highest of the day, which stimulates activity and hatching of aquatic insects. The insect larvae or “nymphs” crawl out of their hiding places on the bottom and swim to the surface to hatch into winged flies, and trout, which feed while the eating is good, go on a little spree. When you see insects, usually various types of “duns" or cphemcridae. rising from the water, it is usually a sign the fish are feeding even though they do not splash the surface. As the fisherman becomes more experienced he learns to choose his waters for early season fly fishing according to geographical location, weather and water conditions, and physical character of the stream itself. For instance, streams in northern New Hampshire may not reach good condition for fly fishing until June. A precipitous boulder stream is difficult to fish during high water. Some streams are open and shallow and warm up earlier than others. It all depends. Last year the season was advanced and the weather was very warm on opening day and a few days previous. As a result of the warm weather, the largest “hatches” 1 ever saw of the flies imitated by the angler's quill Gordon and Hendrikson artificials wereswarming in clouds over the streams in central New Hampshire that we visited. We had good luck on a quill (Jordon wet fly. Early in my fly fishing experience 1 was told that the solution of the whole matter was simply “to find the fly on which the fish are feeding and use it.” It may sound paradoxical, but belief in this saying caused more headache and failure than success, for the simple reason that trout, darn 'em. do not act in a logical way, and much of the time, especially early in the season, it is difficult to find any connection between the natural Hies in the trout’s stomach and throat and the artificial fly we catch them on. If you don’t believe this, try fishing with a drab, insect-like fly such as a blue dun on some north country “native” trout stream, then switch to a Parmachene Belle, which looks like nothing in nature, and see which the little beauties prefer. It will lx‘ the red and white Belle almost every time. Big trout often feed extensively on small fish, and it is sometimes possible to switch from a small fly made to imitate an insect to a bucktail or streamer fly designed to imitate a minnow and increase Spring skiers nl the Spur Cabin of I hr Harvard Mountain Club nrar Sherburne Ski Truil and Tucker man Karine, Mt. Washington. WINSTON TOTEthe average size of one’s catch. Big rainbows in several New I lamp- shire streams 1 have fished seem to go on an annual feeding spree about mid-May, and 1 have had some very fast and thrilling sport by Ix'ing there at the right time with the right pattern of bucktail fly. although it is admitted that such jackpots are lucky accidents. The very fact that trout are so obstinate, stubborn, temperamental, and illogical most of the time makes those rare occasions when they behave as we feel they should more interesting and satisfying. It is the greatest thrill to be on a stream or pond when a “hatch” of natural flies such as blue duns, crane flies, caddis, or black gnats is in progress and to take them on an artificial fly imitating the real thing when they just won’t touch anything else. And it is especially gratifying to catch one’s trout on flies on opening day. Here’s a hint — trout usually feed near bottom early in the season. Cast a wet fly well upstream from the spot where you think the trout is skulking and let it come down to him on a slack line, sinking as it comes. When you think the fly is near the bottom in front of the trout, retrieve your line slowly. The fish thinks it is a fly rising from bottom to hatch and . . . well, maybe he’ll grab it. This year the legal daily take of trout in most waters of the state, except streams and some ponds in Coos County, is ten per day instead of the fifteen of previous years. The droughts of the last three years have decimated the population of natural trout in many streams south of the White Mountains, which will put increased pressure on the trout stocking program. By fishing with artificial flies the fisherman can get much more fun per fish, and with a little care can easily release small trout without harming them. The study of natural trout stream insects and the practice of trying to perfect skill in presenting artificial flies properly is so much fun that trout in the stream become more important than trout in the pan. Since the more popular angle worm, which often puts more trout in our baskets, also has a disastrous effect on small trout, fly fishing is one form of conservation, as well as a lot of fun. 14 The April I'M)Front Cover: Church at Hampton Falls. Color photo by Douglas Armsden. Back Cover: Looking downstream on the pool at Franconia Notch. Photo by Winston Pole. Frontispiece: The east branch of the Saco River at Intervale. Photo by George Hill. The fifth annual New Hampshire Folk Festival of old-fashioned square and country dancing, folk dancing, singing, crafts, foods, and other folk lore, will be held May 19 and 20 at the Belknap Mountains Recreation Area, Gilford. The festival is sponsored by the New Hampshire Folk Federation, which recently established itself as a permanent organization by the adoption of by-laws and the election of officers. Brownlow L. Thompson, Bristol, is president of the Federation and chairman of the Folk Festival. Information about Warner is contained in a new folder called “Life with Warner,” by the well known writer Freeman Tilden. Copies are available on request to the Warner Planning and Development Association. HOeCHARK I.air s/o inti shirrs on Mi. \toosilaukr. ami view to thr south. New Hampshire Books and Authors Land of the Free, a pioneer story for children by Mildred Clawson Flanders, the Northam Publishing House, Dover, N. H., SI.50, published in 1949, is now in its second printing. This attractive book, which Dover schools are using, tells of the adventures of a pioneer boy, whose family settled in the place which is now Dover, New Hampshire. It tells also of the hardships, the loneliness, and the difficulties which pioneer children shared with their parents in establishing a home in the rugged wilderness. Yew Hampshire Troubadour 15Beside a clear New Hampshire brook * If one has eager eyes to look. In clustered charm Arbutus grows The fairest flower that springtime knows, A bit of heaven surely clings Close to the ground and ever brings Memories of my native earth Which hold for me abiding worth. * (The Wilder brook. E. Peterborough) —by Katherine Wilder Ruggles formerly of Peterborough, New Hampshire /w1 APR 6 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/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour195004 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour April 1950 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1950-04 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. The magazine was printed between 1931 and 1951. Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet Language A language of the resource eng Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant New Hampshire, Groveton, Hampton Falls Provenance A statement of any changes in ownership and custody of the resource since its creation that are significant for its authenticity, integrity, and interpretation. The statement may include a description of any changes successive custodians made to the resource. New Hampshire State Library Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource No Copyright - United States Subject The topic of the resource Mt. Washington, statistics, manufacturing, churches, libraries, fishing, skiing, churches Type The nature or genre of the resource Text churches fishing Groveton Hampton Falls libraries manufacturing Mt. Washington New Hampshire skiing statistics