3 10 89 https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/85cac325409ff9e8bc43f619e269ef94.pdf 6b8404cdd4337f50e1a5a8276efa9182 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 BVTROUBADOUR 1947 . indfure ^Jroubadoiu COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR These things are spring: The flash of golden wings, a ruby throat that sings, Thick lilacs clustered o’er a weatherbeaten door; The strong, good smell of newly turned-up earth, Long, brown, and purple furrows glistening in the sun; The creak and clack of harness — and the clang of plow on stone, And “gee” and “haw” as the weary team turns home. Blue haze o’er all the mountains, new freed from snows and cold; The rocky ribs of Cardigan thrust sharply through the white — Backbone of old New Hampshire come once again to light. The thick, brown mud of an old logging road, And the suck and slush as the wheels splash through. On a high and rocky pasture the first wild apple blossom And yellow violets hiding by the brook below the wall; The thin, sweet air of evening, and the cool, clear call of birds, A dart of blue among the alders and the birches waving green, A sturdy lad intent upon the pool beneath the dam, His rod held firmly in his grimy, freckled hand; A little lamb ashaking on his slender, straddling legs; New life — new thought; These things are spring. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVII May, 1947 NUMBER 2 SPRINGWINSTON l*OTK (’.onfinnational Church amI Tmcn Hall at Hancock* I’icuvd across \ttncav I'oml. SEEKING A BETTER COUNTRY From “Along New England Roads,” by W. C. Prime, published by Hakper & Brothers, 1892. Reprinted by permission. It was certaint y as beautiful a spot for a home as one could find in this world. As my horses walked slowly up the hill road we approached a house which, at a little distance oil, looked picturesque and pretty, but as we came nearer was found to have only the beauty of ruin. It was a deserted farm house. . . . 1 drove on, still slowly uphill, and after a little saw the customary burial-ground, enclosed by a stone wall, only a few rods from the roadside. ( Joing to it I found four upright stones, and on one of them read a name, and an inscription which was somewhat startling: “But now they desire a better country.”Why do so many people make the mistake of expecting to find that lx*tter country by going off” on railways? There is nowhere on earth a lx-tter country than this northern New England country. When wc get a reasonable amount of common sense into legislatures and law-makers; when they get to realizing what a good country theirs is, and how good it can always be if they will preserve the glory of their forests from the axe and the purity of their streams from the saw-mill, it will be safe for anyone to make a home in it for the time he must spend among the things that are uncertain. Vermont and New 1 lampshire are becoming wide awake to the extensive abandonment of farms and the gradual decrease of the best element in the population. The people are inquiring into the cause, with a view to finding a cure for the disease. It is a disease, and it is a disease which affects the community and the state by affecting the individuals. The inscription on that gravestone suggests the explanation of the disease. Those old people who are never going to travel off in search of a new home in the Far West were contented and happy enough in the red farm house, looking for a better country beyond all seas, all possibilities of travel in the flesh. Later generations were not contented. Life was hard, and they thought to find a place where it would be easier. They went to a large town, to a city, to the West. It is beyond a doubt that they went to less happiness, to harder labor, with smaller reward. Not one in ten bettered his condition by the going. If you had known the personal history of as many country families who have moved away from the old places as I have known, you would understand why 1 am so ready to affirm that the great body of New England emigrants who have gone away from these farms have done worse than they would have done had they remained in the old homes. It is probable that the efforts now made to turn the tide of emigration and lead it into instead of out of New 1 lampshire and Vermont will succeed?Why not? The land is fruitful and beautiful. The climate is wholesome and enjoyable. What is there to keep people away? Nothing, except that vague idea which is so universally deceptive that the better country, where one may grow rich with ease, may live well without much labor, lies far oil'at the end of a railway or a steamer journey. . . . Hut if you suggest to the persons struggling on small incomes in city life that they go to the far off country villages of New England to live and be happy, they shrink with apprehensions they cannot define from what seems miserable exile. I am not the one to make light of those desires, tastes, habits of life which form the comforts and shape the pleasures of all of us. No one can be happy for anyone else. But if the people who cling to life in cities and expensive towns could be persuaded to consider with common sense the question whether, after all, life in the country, with its abundant enjoyment and employments, and its small expense, is not the life they ought to adopt, it is probable that we should see a beginning of the repeopling of abandoned farms, and a new growth of a valuable population. A new generation might grow up to love home well State House at ('.uncord, where the legislature enough to li\( and die ill it. is now concluding its biennial session. It js not at ap probable that C. KDWARD HARBOUR « the New England states will recall to their homes the same people, or call to them the same kind of people, who have left them. A new age has begun for all the eastern country. Wealth has increased in cities. The custom of having a country as well as a city home is largely on the increase. Before many years all parts of the country which are healthy andattractive will draw purchasers of lands for country homes. Where a few will seek such homes in fashionable localities for society pleasures, hundreds will seek them in more economical and quite as enjoyable places. More and more families will go into the country for the whole year. More and more men will retire from active business on small fortunes, instead of remaining in it to increase them, with the hundred to one chances of coming to grief and losing all. People of moderate means, and people of wealth, too, will learn how much nobler is a race of children brought up in the country than a race brought up in the city. And, to bring this to a close, the man who . . . will be wise enough to go where he can buy a house and fifty or a hundred acres of land . . . even there he must work. . . . Work and weariness he must have forever on this soil of earth, nor will there be work without weariness anywhere until he shall reach the better country far away, which the inhabitants of the old red farm house desired and I hope found. Events of the past half century seem to have confirmed Mr. Prime's confidence in northern New England. — The Editor AT THE END OF THE ROAD Take a winding road past brooks and streams, don’t stray from its beaten path down through the hanging maples and towering pines. Let it stir you gently as the wild berries and rainbow-colored flowers line your aisle-way to the unknown that lurks ahead. Bask in the rays of a healthy sun as they seek your person through virgin forests. Watch closely as the rainbow and square-tail trout adds panoramic color to the rushing streams. Now breathe deeply of the sweet pine fragrance. Now continue on your way past the old farmWINSTON POTE Fishing at Swift River Falls% Passaconway, Wt. Passaconway in background. that marks the beginning of this town you have never seen. Notice the rolling corn fields as they sway with each passing breeze. Watch the contented cow graze among the green grasses that border this old century-weathered farmhouse. Yes, that barn has been there for years, and will still be there when you and I have withered to dust. That's new mown hay you smell, the farmer who lives here was up at the crack of dawn to fill his loft. That hemp-rope swing the boy is swinging in was enjoyed by his grandfather. And the old hound dog has been around for nigh onto fifteen years. But we'd better hurry before these folks insist we stay for supper and we won’t feel like refusing after we smell that fried chicken. Besides there's a town at the end of this road you have never seen. Did you see that woodchuck dash between those rocks? Who built that stonefence? Gosh, I don’t know, and I doubt if anyone in this next town could tell you. You see those rocks came with the glacier, and for all we know the glacier might have left them that way. That was a chipmunk you just saw scurry across the road. There's another one. Look up ahead. There are three barefooted boys going down to the old swimming hole. Who are they? Well, that one with the freckles is the son of the local constable, and that tow-head belongs to the preacher. The other one, his daddy is a farmer and his grandpa was a farmer and so were all of his folks all the way back. Now just over this little hill we'll find a town of happy people. Look, you can just barely see the white church steeple rising over the village, ever serving as a goal for its congregation. That was a hedgehog you nearly hit. Those needles on his back wouldn’t be too good for your tires. Here’s the top of the hill. Let’s stop for a minute. There it is, nestled down like a settin' hen. With its high banks of mountains and sentry-like timber. See, there’s the main street. That's where we’d be if we stayed on this road. Yep, that's the village store. Bill Brown has operated that store for nearly fifty years. He's seen the town through fire and drought, good times and bad. Across the street is the fire house. The people pitched in and bought a fine pumper, and whenever that siren sounds you ought to see the menfolk run. They are volunteer firemen, and have fought fires up in those hills and right next door where Mrs. Jones lives. Her house burned down last winter, when there were three feet of snow on the ground and the temperature read 5 (degrees) below zero. The neighbors took her in and within a month the townspeople had built her that house and filled it full of furniture. That’s the way these people do things here in this town. Over there on the side of the hill is Johnny Davis’ place. He owns 50 head of cattle and over 300 acres of land. That house was built 10 years before the Revolutionary War. And down the road there a piece is the old schoolhouse. There’s the town hall where all the townspeople meet. These people take their town seri-mis and they really hold some mighty interesting meetings. That big hill behind the schoolhousc is the favorite of all the kids in the w inter. You ought to see them come belly-bustin' down that hill. Well, we could go on like this for hours, but if you really want to know this town better and see what makes these people happy, you had better go on down the road and sit on the piazza of that general store and just listen. You won't hear any fancy words or big talk, but you'll hear plenty of good common sense and the best recipe for happy living. — Kearsarge Independent, July 12, l*M<i REFLECTIONS ON SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE Lj CtizaLtli Wason Back roads are the pathway to nostalgic memories and sometimes to adventure in New Hampshire. Spring sucking at the tires, 1 have plunged deeper and deeper into the hills of the Granite State, with an elf in my blood singing, “Come on, come on, and see what is beyond the bend.” One day in Nelson it was an old cellar hole on the hillside and jonquils springing around the granite doorstep. Thoughtlessly I stooped to pick the flowers, and then paused as, in imagination, 1 saw the housewife come to her door, wipe her work-worn hands on a ragged print apron, bend to stroke the tabby cat, then straightening, gaze with lighted face at the gold blossoms. “Pretty aren’t they, Tabby,” she said, “too pretty to pick after waiting all that long, snowdrifted winter.” Then 1 could see her sink on the worn step, and taking the purring cat in her lap, she dreamed of far places and other beauties she had never seen, and so forgot the daily toil of farm life. No, I could not pickBKRNICB H. I'KKKY Looking from Pack Monadnock toicard North Pack and Crotched Mountain. The village of (ireenfield is in the valley. the jonquils, because I knew she was there on the step watching still, and beauty was seeping deep into her spirit, as it was into mine, as I too looked and thought of far places where 1 might some day see spring flowers. Another day it was coming, in Alstead, upon a high-booted, silent, trout fisherman opening the season, with gleaming eyes and the confidence that “this will be a buster — just feel that tug.” The water swirled and sparkled by — the trout tugged the man played gently on his line, scarce breathing, until finally speckled, shining, prey to man’s skill, the big fellow was cast gasping upon the grass. Again, climbing the pine-needle strewn heights to Dundee, 1 have thought of the early Scotch settlers tending their Hocks, and looking as I did out over deep valleys and up at vapor-veiled heights, and down at the ice-swollen brooks carrying winter from Washington to the sea.Among the evergreens of Thorndike and Rindge I have Seen myriads of pale Rhododendron buds open in rosy glow until the forest flamed. So I have wandered, drinking deep of clear lilac-scented air, admiring the young lambs at their mother’s heels on the slopes of Sandwich, the Hcrefords at Tamworth, until finally at Eaton Center and up the hill, I looked down on the tiny lake reflecting a slender church spire, and shimmering in the afternoon sun. In the spring too I have taken a sandy turn towards the beach, between marsh grasses, and come suddenly out at Rye to catch a glimpse of tumbling waves, and still quiet beaches — gulls promenading — no raucous humans in their path. Spring comes to other places, but not gently or lingeringly as it does to New Hampshire It bursts forth in sudden glory after California’s rainy season. It riots in North Carolina, but subtly it comes to New Hampshire’s soft hills and rugged mountains, its valleys and rocky shore. Poignant, not blatant, are spring memories. Artfully they draw the wanderer back to New Hampshire, where nature has created sometimes with strong sharp strokes and again with soft shadings, a pattern of varying unfading loveliness. CURTISS DOGWOOD RESERVATION tg . Janies -J. 3Uk louSer Why Nature with all her bounty of beauty in New Hampshire should decide to add one more gift to our New Hampshire glories is a mystery never to be solved. In a state where flowering dogwood (Cornus florida) is only native along the Connecticut valley, a fifteen acre tract of flowering dogwood was found on the slopes of a ridge in the town of Lynde- boro near Wilton. This tract had been bought by Mr. and Mrs. Frederick H. Curtiss of Wilton and Boston and has been given to the State. There is no spring flower more beautiful and the plan is to make this a park where all may enjoy the beauty but not destroy it. Legend tells us that the Dogwood (Cornus llorida), once a great hardwood tree, wept bitterly when it was used for the cross on which Jesus was crucified. Nature in her sorrow said that never again should the tree be used for such a purpose, so now it is a small, almost shrublike tree. Its flowers represent the cross, and the nail marks and bloodstains are to be seen in the flower. In warmer climates there is usually a companion tree, the red bud or Judas tree. Dogwood is an unpleasant name given to a tree so lovely, but it comes from England where the bark was steeped to make a cure for mangy dogs. The Latin name Cornus is more appropriate as it means horn and calls attention to the hardness of the wood. The Curtiss tract of Cornus florida gives to New Hampshire another natural beauty. There is no sight more pleasing to the soul than to look up to the blue of New Hampshire spring skies through the white blossoms of the flowering dogwood. The people of the State should be grateful to the many in Wilton and its vicinity who helped to make this a state park. DnHtHHtil Nos so ms in thr Curtiss tract.Front Cover: Mts. Madison and Adams and apple trees in bloom, as seen from Randolph Hill. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Lake Sunapee and Loon Island Lighthouse. Photo by William V. D. Kitchin. Frontispiece: Spring scene looking north from Plymouth. Photo by Winston Pote. NEW HAMPSHIRE IN HIS SOUL “I think the picture of Chocorua Village and Mt. Chocorua on page 11 of the February issue is the best picture I have ever seen in a copy of any Troubadour. “The vista of the mountain is similar to what I view from my home on the south shore of Lake Wentworth in Wolfcboro township. “When a boy of ten years of age, I, a native of Manhattan, New York City, first had a glimpse of Chocorua and the Ossipee range in the early summer of 1888 from the shore of Lake Wentworth. New Hampshire is in my soul, and the same goes for the New York City girl I brought up there in 1899 as my bride. “The Stevens family have had a homestead in Pleasant Valley, Lake Wentworth since 1814 (when the house was built). Now the fourth generation of Stevens spend much time in it. We haven’t altered the interior a bit since we possessed it in 1895, except to electrify it and equip it with every conceivable electric device, including a quick- freeze cabinet. A long way from our first year there with its outdoor pump, also ‘plumbing,’ and kerosene lamps!”—C. E. Stevens, Wolfeboro, New Hampshire. The first New Hampshire Conservation Camp, for New Hamp- shire youth of high-school age, will be held at Spruce Pond Camp, Bear Brook State Park near Allens- town, from June 22 to 27, it has been announced by C. W. Wad- leigh of the University of New Hampshire Extension Service, who is chairman of the conservation camp committee. The camp will give young people a chance to learn about conservation of soil, forests, aquatic resources, and wildlife by studying with experts in these fields. Sponsored by a large group of organizations and state agencies, it is expected the camp will be a valuable aid in training youth leaders in conservation.NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS NEW YORK, March 9—The Exposition Press of New York announced today the publication of “Tribute of Triumph,” an anthology of post-war verse, which includes the work of Gertrude A. Stoddard of Bradford, N. H. Numbering among its contributors many of America’s best-loved contemporary poets, the book, which is a dedicatory tribute to those who fought for America in the last war, contains a special section of biographical material concerning its contributors.—From the Manchester (JV. H.) Morning Tnion Apple blossom time in New Hampshire is usually at its height about the middle of May, varying somewhat according to altitude. Many of the most extensive orchards are in the Monadnock and Seacoast Regions. The purple lilac. New Hampshire’s official flower, which has been cultivated in the state since the time of Colonial Governor Benning Wentworth, usually blooms, appropriately, for Memorial Day. The Monadnock Re gion has announced that mountain laurel tours will be marked during the first part of June in the towns of Greenville, Wilton, New Ipswich. Mason, and Fitzwilliam. Many fishermen have discovered the fun of fishing for pickerel from opening day, May 28, through the month of June with “streamer” flies. This sawtoothed savage is said to !*• very susceptible to such flies as the red and white bucktail, Mickey Finn and Black Ghost during the period when it prefers shallow water habitat. Fishermen proclaim the pickerel to be. very gamey on a light rod, and the savage strike as it hits the fly is said to lx- surpassed only by the landlocked salmon. Also in its favor, the pickerel is a common sport fish in many lakes and ponds throughout the state. The New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs has a list of interesting gardens which may be visited. The 1946 list included more than 150 attractive gardens in all parts of New Hampshire. Requests for the 1947 list may be sent to Mrs. Earle W. Philbrook, Littleton, New Hampshire. Mrs. Philbrook is the state chairman for the Visiting Gardens list. RUMFORD PRfc'SS CONCORD. N. H.ANOTHER YEAR Another year has passed. Deep snow has lain where now the wild llowei grow, and ice has gripped the lake with fingers of steel, hushing its clear, sweet voice. But now the lake is free to laugh, to shake a million sapphires loose before the sun’s bright gaze. 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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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 Curtiss Dogwood Reservation Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Curtiss Dogwood Reservation https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/14745e8ca926df782bc0db6a1580b827.pdf 560a5274ceee1b98dec65b659b3efff6 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 happiest man is he who learns from Nature the lesson of Worship. —EmersonCOMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW
HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES
SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS
THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY
THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT
CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVII April, 1947 NUMBER 1 COUNTRY CUSTOM ly ^JJarry (Elmore If you are a stranger, come to the front door — Come to the front door as strangers do - Come to the front door and lift the bronze knocker, And we will open the door to you. You will sit sedately in a Boston rocker And talk about the weather, or whatever you wish, While we place a birch log on the fire And serve you apples from a willowware dish, Fit for the taste of a Yankee squire. But if you are an old friend, come to the back door —
Come to the back door as country folk do — Come in without knocking, with a lusty “Hello,” And toast your shins by the kitchen fire, For old friends are welcome and old friends are few.
Stay on for supper, and when you must go, Leave, as you entered, by the unlatched door. Reprinted by permission of Good Housekeeping New Hampshire Troubadour 3GUY SHOKKY Local color at Cilleyville. Some prefer the leisurely pace oj former days. BLACK NORTH Lit ^J^ennelL ~^4nd(e We usually think of New Hampshire as sylvan, colorful, placid,
rural, homey, staidly New England, consistently beautiful. It is all
of these. But there is about it, at times, something else, something
northern and wild, a mood of darkling menace, sinister and vaguely
threatening. These moods don’t last long as a rule, but while they
last there is a chill in the air, and in the cold hard light beneath
lowering clouds, the familiar, usually friendly landscape suddenly
seems like something conjured up from the music of Grieg. There is, in such an atmosphere, not only a foreboding but a
loneliness. It is not the loneliness of the heart, however, but of the
spirit; not the loneliness of “peopled places,” nor of nostalgia for
times far away and long ago, nor yet the melancholic loneliness
of Matthew Arnold’s Dover Beach. It is more the aloneness which
Babette Deutsch describes in her poem Solitude, in the Peterborough
Anthology, 4 The April 1947“Single is all up-rising and down-lying, Struggle, or fear, or silence none may share. Each is alone in bearing, and in dying. Conquest is uncompanioned as despair.” But it is not principally loneliness which we feel when our
mountains and weather combine to produce this atmosphere. There
is more an air of mystery. Certainly there is an eerie feeling about
a night in March or late November, when, through the bare
branches of the tossing trees, you see the moon racing among the
clouds, and you hear the wind relentlessly surging out of the north;
or again, in the winter when you look across a frozen lake, dim in
the starlight, to the darkly looming bulk of mountains against the
sky. It is borne in on you at such times that this land is a northern
land and its moods are northern moods, wild, disquieting, chal-
lenging and yet having about them that lure which the north is
said to have. The Northern Lights, too, which seem to have become more
frequent of late years, produce an eerie effect as they shoot up
from the hill-rimmed horizon like searchlights, greenish white,
growing bright, fading, then growing bright again. There is a
mystery about them as you see them sweep across the night sky,
and no amount of scientific explanation can quite dispel it from
your mind. They are the North made visible, these fingers of light
which reach up to erase the stars. But even though our countryside, particularly our mountain
country, has times when it seems especially wild, even sinister,
mysterious and eerie, there is never a gloomy or depressing note.
For in these moods of our hill country there is always a charged,
an electric feeling in the air which, far from depressing us, puts us
on the alert, sometimes quite suddenly, and almost makes us say,
“What next?” The village of Acworth is a charming old Colonial settlement
silting remote on its hilltop up there under the sky, but there is to New Hampshire Troubadour 0the northwest of it on the upland reaches of the township an ex-
panse of abandoned forest country known locally as Black North.
The origin of the term is obscure, but I think I know how the person
felt who first named it. He probably was working about his farm
in the late afternoon of a November day when his attention was
called to the chill, forbidding appearance of the country out there
under the eaves of the sky where the level frigid light seemed to
fade away unwelcomed. He probably shivered as he looked and
went into the lamplit kitchen to sit by the stove. He remarked to
his wife that it looked “bad’' in the “Black North.” And the name
stuck. That’s my guess. But the term could be applied to those moods of weather and
landscape so common throughout the state, for it expresses the
feeling of them in two words of unusual and poetic combination.
And not for all the sunny south would a New Hampshire man
trade this wild and rugged grandeur of his north country, this
stormy music of the hills. ANNIVERSARY OF UNUSUAL PRODUCT The year 1947 is a milestone in the history of Miniature Precision
Bearings, Inc., of Keene, for it was just ten years ago that its first
miniature ball bearing was installed. This bearing, approximately
one-sixteenth of an inch in outside diameter, is still operating in
the watch of the chief engineer of the company. The premises which the company owns are completely air-
conditioned, and comprise a one-storv main factory building
connected on one side to a plant cafeteria, and on the other to a
modern brick and glass block office building. A separate structure
houses the tool room and development laboratory. 6 The April 1947The originator of the processes used
in the manufacture of these bearings is
Winslow S. Pierce, Jr., who has invented
more than 150 different mechanical
items. Standard sizes of ball bearings, such
as are used in bicycles, automobiles,
and other modern machinery, are famil-
iar to many people, but complete as-
semblies, with inner and outer race-
ways measuring on the outside from
one-eighth to five-sixteenths of an inch are almost beyond imagin-
ation. Realization of the midget size of some of these bearings can
be had by comparing the smallest to the head of a common pin. The tiny bearings get their start from solid bars of metal, from
which accurately dimensioned rings are manufactured to become
inner and outer races of the finished bearing. The rings may be
made of chrome steel, stainless or beryllium copper. Hardening is
accomplished in electronically controlled ovens. Further finishing
processes take place, then assembly of the rings into bearings by
inserting balls between the two races. At last the product of busy
hands manipulated by skilled women workers is ready for packing
and shipment. But this is no major operation, for the day’s produc-
tion could sometimes fit in a lady’s sewing thimble! Contrary to what might be a popular picture of bearing parts
flowing out of machines in a constant stream, the manufacture of
these bearings is a slower and more painstaking operation, with
each part measured and tested many times during the manufac-
turing processes. Tolerances from exact sizes are controlled to as
close as one ten-thousandth of an inch. The company manufactures more than 40 different types and
sizes of miniature ball bearings, thousands of which were turned
out during the war for use in such instruments as the Bendix gyro 7 New Hampshire TroubadourGorham, llir Carter-Moriah ami Prrsi Gorham lies in a valley formed by the noblest of New England’s
mountains, eight hundred feet above sea level and situated where
the rivers Androscoggin and Peabody join. Gorham is the nearest
village to practically every peak of the famous Presidential Range.
Close by is the Carter Range; and to the northeast, the Pilot Range.
On every hand, exquisite scenery delights the eye. Gorham is 8 The April 1917•nlial Ranges. and the A ndrosatggin River centrally located and a natural starting point for excursions in all
directions, whether tramping, motoring, fishing, or hunting. A better vacation playground than Gorham would be hard to
find; those who go there each year say, “It can’t be done!” In the
words of Edna Dean Proctor, “Whatever skies above us rise, the
Hills, the Hills, are Home.” New Hampshire Troubadour 9fluxgate compass, polaroid inclinometer, Sperry gyroscope, Link
trainer, fire control instruments for the Navy, radar equipment,
and many other devices. Quantity production of such minute bearings might well be a
claim to fame, but MPB prefers to cite its record for acceptance of
99.7 per cent of its production and maintenance of extremely fine
tolerances equivalent to the highest of five grades of larger ball
bearings. The company was commended for excellence of pro-
duction by the chief naval inspector of New York. For the past year the company’s production has swung over to
peacetime applications of war developments such as maritime
navigational aids, commercial aviation instruments, weather sta-
tion equipment, etc., and into new uses for miniature ball bearings
in small electric motors, cameras, textile machinery, business
machines, dental tools, and laboratory and testing devices. Many
in the roster of MPB's customers are household names, but it also
includes such clients as the recent winner of the Great Lakes fiy
casting championship, and custom model railroad builders. As well as manufacturing these standard bearings, the company
designs and produces many special bearings, and does consulting
and development work on precision instruments for aviation,
radio, optical, and other companies. MPB bearings are sold and used all over the world. The com-
pany maintains its own office in New York, and has representatives
in 26 cities in the United States and Canada. From an article in the Morning Union (Manchester, ,V. //.)
Mr. Pierce formerly lived in New Jersey and Long Island, New York.
The company’s treasurer, H. D. Gilbert, was a Chicagoan for eighteen
years. Although New Hampshire has for many, many years been pro-
viding leaders who have gone out and helped to develop other sections
of the country, it is interesting to note that New Hampshire also draws
people of enterprise and talent, who take important parts in the
state’s industrial and community growth. 10 The April 1947F* GUY SHOREY Trout fishing on the ITest Brunch oj the Peabody River in the shadow of the Presidential Range. THE GREAT ANNUAL DECISION by J^ot n i3r Ten nan “Sometimes vve caught plenty and sometimes few, but
we never came back without a good catch of happiness/’ — Henry Van Dyke This is the month when New Hampshire fishermen and women of
all ages haunt tackle shops by day and tinker with angling equip-
ment by night, all the while pondering their most important annual
decision — where to go fishing on May first, the opening day of
trout fishing. The uncontrollable fishing fever rises in their veins
like the sap in budding maples as each day becomes warmer and
the landscape acquires that fishing-time look. Where to go trouting on opening day is no small problem and
for each angler the decision must be made according to personal
taste and ambition from the wide variety of brooks, streams and
ponds in the Granite State. For some a dark-flowing meadow brook
winding slowly between under-cut banks fringed by alders and
willows, where well-fed, brilliant “brookies” are quick to take
advantage of sunken roots. For others a forest brook shaded by-
spruce, cascading over granite and pausing in clear pools before .Xew Hampshire Troubadour 11tumbling into foam again. Here the trout are sometimes not much
over legal size but later curl in the pan and sputter with a superior
aroma. The trout ponds are popular, too. Many fishermen, some too
old, some too lazy, and some just plain not inclined to tramp the
brush on brookbanks or wade swift currents, these fishermen prefer
to visit the trout ponds nature has tried to hide among New
Hampshire hills. Here the ardent fly fisherman often has his best
opening day luck, alongside devotees of the angle worm. It is traditional in New Hampshire to play hookey from school
or business on opening day. No other species of fish rates this alibi.
Several New Hampshire schools now have fishing contests on this
important date and lure the youngsters back to classrooms with
prizes and recognition of their angling prowess. The boys at Wilton
High School last spring suffered the indignity of having their
fishing contest won by a girl. It is also traditional for nature to provide early-season fisher-
folk with smells of wakening buds and arbutus, with the musical
sound of running water, the hum of early insects, the lulling
whisper of wind in the pines, and complete regeneration of mind
and body. It is difficult to measure opening day success. No feeling of greed
or desire for power motivates the ambition of anglers who are
willing to rise in the quiet chill of dawn in order to be on the stream
early. Of course there is immense satisfaction in being lucky enough
to catch a larger trout, or a few more trout, than one’s neighbor or
one’s wife, and it is a callous fisherman who does not cheerfully ask
his fellow-angler “what luck” and appraise his catch. To bring
home a really big trout, large enough to wrap in a damp towel
and keep for a few days in order to show one’s friends, brings a
glow of satisfaction; but to catch one large enough for display in
the local tackle-store window is a major triumph, furnishing
conversation for many years to come. 12 The April 1947Most fishermen arc content
just to be “afishin”’ on May 1st.
A few trout for eating, a “nice
one” for showing is all they ask
in addition to the natural sights,
sounds and smells provided in
a New Hampshire setting. Although each opening day
finds a larger number of fishing
couples afield, husband and wife
sharing the thrills and satisfac-
tion of May Day morning, the
majority of anglers’ wives be-
come “fishing widows” on this
special day. To console these
partners who stay at home the
following lines* were written by
the late Reverend Henry Van
Dyke in the dedication to his
wife of his book Fisherman’s Luck. GUY SHOREY Coosauk hall on Rumpus Brook, Randolph. Here is the basket; I bring it home to you. There arc no great fish in it.
But perhaps there may be one or two little ones which will be to your
taste. And there are a few shining pebbles from the bed of the brook,
and ferns from the cool, green woods, and wild flowers from the
places that you remember. I would fain console you, if I could, for
the hardship of having married an angler: a man who relapses into his
mania with the return of every spring, and never sees a little river with-
out wishing to fish in it. But after all, we have had good times together
as we have followed the stream of life towards the sea. And we have
passed through the dark days without losing heart, because we were
comrades. So let this book tell you one thing that is certain. In all the
life of your fisherman the best piece of luck is just YOU. * Through courtesy of Charles Scribner's Sons New Hampshire Troubadour 13Front Cover: Pussy Willows.
Color photo by Guy Shorcy. Back Cover: Sunset on the An-
droscoggin River near Gorham.
Photo by Guy Shorey. Frontispiece: Shadbush blos-
soms, formerly a harbinger of the
shad runs in the Merrimack anti
Connecticut rivers. The photo-
graph by Guy Shorey shows the
Peabody River in Pinkham Notch. This month the Troubadour fea-
tures the photographs of Guy
Shorey of Gorham, a photographer,
lecturer (with color photo slides),
and small-town druggist whose
work, modesty, love of everything
beautiful, whether in scenery or
poetic expression, and earnest re-
gard for the welfare of all is well
known to many. Troubadour read-
ers have been denied a more fre-
quent enjoyment of Mr. Shorey's
work only because he has for twelve
years been a member of the Com-
mission under which the Trouba-
dour is published, and in the cir-
cumstances has been reluctant to
submit material. By request he
has collaborated in the preparation
of this issue, suggesting illustrations
from his extensive collection and
the text which appears under tin-
frontispiece, in the center spread on pages 8 and 9, and on the back
cover. Fishermen who look forward to
early lake trout and landlocked
salmon fishing will be interested
in the following average “ice-out'*
dates of four popular New Hamp-
shire lakes. Other popular lakes
include Winnisquam, Squam, New-
found, and Merrymeeting. Winnipcsaukec (average for 60
years) April 22 Sunapee (average for 78 years)
April 26 First Connecticut (average for
27 years) May 3 Second Connecticut (average for
27 years) May 5 A number of New Hampshire
woodland owners have learned, to
their advantage, about the services
offered by the New England For-
estry Foundation, a non-profit cor-
poration set up to increase timber
production by bringing private for-
est lands under continuous manage-
ment and by providing complete
forestry service at cost. Manage-
ment plans have l>een prepared for
more than 26,000 acres, and more
than 40,000 acres are under man- Tht April W47 14agcment agreements. Owners have
found that they can substantially
increase their timber production
through a plan for selective cutting
every few years, and at the same
time increase their income from
woodlands. The Foundation's head-
quarters are at 3 Joy Street, Boston
8, Massachusetts. It is reported that people in some
parts of the country (in their igno-
rance!) are saying that New Eng-
land is slipping. New Hampshire
readers are invited to help the
Troubadour counter such stories
by sending short articles on the
advantages or satisfactions which
they or others enjoy in making a
living here. The Curtis Dogwood reservation
is located within the town of Lynde-
boro about one mile north of Wil-
ton village, along the road from
Wilton village to Per ham corner.
This area of flowering dogwood
(cornus florida) covering many
acres in pure stands was made a
state reservation through the gen-
erosity of Frederic H. Curtis of
Boston, a summer resident of Wil-
ton. As the flowering dogwood is
a relatively rare flowering shrub New Hampshire Troubadour in New Hampshire, the state seeks
to protect this beautiful and ex-
tensive growth from the blossom
vandal and perpetuate the annual
display of white and pinkish blos-
soms for the benefit of those who
come from near and far to appre-
ciate and enjoy them in their nat-
ural setting. NEW HAMPSHIRE AUTHORS AND BOOKS Fishes oj New Hampshire, a guide
to the 62 known species and sub-
species of fresh-water fishes of the
state, from the tiny Bridled Shiner
to the lordly Lake Trout, was re-
cently issued by the New Hamp-
shire Fish and Game Department.
As it is intended to provide the
layman with an accurate means of
identifying some of the compara-
tively little-known fish, the book
avoids technical terminology as
much as possible. It was written by
Ralph G. Carpenter II and Hil-
bert R. Sicgler, director and biolo-
gist of the department respectively.
Drawings were made by Oliver R.
Shattuck, and Dr. Reeve M. Baily,
University of Michigan, gave tech-
nical assistance. Copies may be pro-
cured from the Fish and Game De-
partment at Concord at 30 cents
each. 15 RUMFORD PRESS
CONCORD. N. H.Tiikre’s a glory on the water
and a splendor in the sky, When the day has come to sunset
And the night-winds sing and sigh There’s a golden pathway gleaming
And the clouds are touched with light; When the sun, in love, is leaning
On the bosom of the night. There’s a leap of love and longing,
And there’s something in the air,
When the day has come to sunset,
That is close akin to prayer. William L. Stidger 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 4677Troubadour194704 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour April 1947 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 1947-04 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. 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 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 manufacturing, fishing, Andover, Randolph Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Andover fishing manufacturing Randolph https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/a17953dcbc85028b94a90a61488d0ada.pdf 43d943a007de8c02422188d53de4b54c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW
HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES
SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS
THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY
THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT
CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR One morning soon he will look out. To see that ice has left his lake
And let spring in beyond a doubt. The shining world will all but break
The patient strings that bind his heart; For here the ancient miracle
Renews the secret of its art, To make life brave and beautiful. The mayflowers will peek through like stars
Beneath the elemental brown, And cows will wait at pasture bars
For milking when the sun goes down. Then he may live his dreams again
In furrows opened by the plow, To learn that spring is made for men, And heaven is not distant now. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVI March, 7947 NUMBER 12 ANNOUNCEMENT l,j juju n he man Yew Hampshire Troubadour — Courtesy, Boston Post 3WINSTON POTK The Presidential Hnihuav (V. S. 2) at Jefferson THE HIDDEN TRAIL With eyes closed I see the hidden trail, for memory retains a
picture of snow under trees in late winter days. This is the scene: A shack in a sugar orchard surrounded by tapped trees with
wooden buckets hooked under dripping spiles. Constantly sap is
slowly dropping, filling the clean, yellow pails with water-colored
fluid. Threading between the trees, treading on deep snow with
snowshoes, I gather overflowing containers and fetch them to
huge kettles, used to “boil down” the sap. Under the kettles or inside the shack in rusty, warped stove, are
brisk fires; from burning birch wood odors of smoke fill the air
with pungent fragrance, — not unlike the taste of spice and tang 4 The March PUTof hot gingerbread, covered
with homemade, sweet butter;
or the acid sting of hard cider
after father had plunged a red-
hot poker into the cracked,
brown pitcher filled from a
barrel, downstairs, in the cold
cellar. Wind is sparring with brown
oak leaves. They are scolding
with husky voices, telling the
boisterous boaster to sweep the
carpet covering forest’s floor,
and to seek clouds burdened
with spring- time moisture; twist
them together, wring out show-
ers to wash away all ice and snow, and feed pregnant soil, vibrant
with life, waiting to give birth to buds, all seeds and roots of ver-
dant, sleeping children conceived by nature. Perhaps that is the
reason clinging oak leaves remain on guard all winter: merely to
guide vagrant winds and send them about their business. Returning to the sap-house for warmth of fire and steaming
kettle, 1 try, very gingerly, to taste the bubbling syrup. It is too hot!
My tongue is burned. The first maple sugar hardens when a tin
cupful is poured on the snow outside. There is no sweeter candy
than frosty maple cooled in the forest on crystalline snow. Later, at home, we decide there is no better nectar than maple
syrup, generously spread over hot, brown flapjacks. To fully enjoy
these, breakfast must be served in the kitchen near the hot, wood-
burning range; the table must be covered with a checkered red
cloth with white fringe. Over the faint odor of wood-fire and
slightly scorched cakes an aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly
brewed coffee greets a hungry boy. Xew Hampshire Troubadour 5Is this the hidden trail? It stretches back over the years away
from war and shackled hopes, fettered ambitions, back to the days
of wishful thinking. Then faith lighted the pathway yet to be blazed
along the trail. One cannot go over the years again except in mem-
ory following lights of faith that still remain undimmed. I decide
the trail is not hidden at all. VACATION THE YEAR-ROUND I am not a native of the State, and my work has been in New
Hampshire for over fifteen years, so I can have neither the joy of
returning to her as my boyhood home, nor the out-of-stater's
anticipation of the coming summer. In spite of that, I won’t be cheated out of the greater joy and
anticipation which belongs only to us who live here all the time. I’ve been in love with the State since I went to Phillips Exeter
in 1919. And now in these later veal's, having married a Concord
girl, Eleanor, daughter of the late Dr. Charles Duncan, Secretary
of the State Board of Health, and having lived in turn in Salem,
Franccstown, West Lebanon, Hollis, and now Auburn, I find my
love for New Hmapshire continues to grow. Other writers to The Troubadour may sing their praises of
olden times or summer days or winter holidays; let me sing of New
Hampshire the whole year through. I was not always thus. Not that I didn't love the State, but I
took her for granted, as we arc so wont to do. Then one summer
day, being impressed by the number of cars from other states, it
suddenly dawned on me, “Why, here these folks arc spending hun- 6 The March 1947dreds of dollars to drive over these roads and see this scenery and
I'm being paid to live here!" From then on 1 had a new pair of eves
and a heart which beat with greater and continuing appreciation. I’ve found this. There’s a clump of birches I have to pass two
or three times a week. They’re the same, but different, as you
know, each time; and they’re mine the year round with continual
joy and anticipation. Some vacationer spends, say, a hundred dol-
lars to go by them and love them. There’s two or three hundred
dollars a week I’m paid beyond my regular salary. Then there’s a fine lane down back of our house. It leads
through a lovely wooded spot, with a small brook, pines and all
that, and more wildflowers in the summer than I can find names for.
A walk down that lane full of joy and anticipation is mine any-
time I want it. How many hundreds of dollars do I gather in
twelve months there? Again, I have to drive quite
a bit. Each time I start out I say
to myself, “If you were on vaca-
tion you’d pay for this like the
others do — all right, you’re on
vacation!” So I don’t know how-
many vacations a year I have,
from five minutes to several
hours long. I don’t have to wait for snow
or summer, or fishing or hunt-
ing. New Hampshire is mine for
the whole year round of one
grand vacation as I work. 1
have twelve months of joy and
anticipation, for, because of my
love for New Hampshire, I live
here now. Ktmtlnl/ih -intrlnmi vallry from Hantlolf>h
Mountain WINblON poie A ew Hampshire I roubadourPROGRESSING BACKWARD Ltf la if dn S. jf^earson Standisu Corners is itself again. The natives are satisfied; the new
folks who live here like it, and the summer folks are happy. The whole upsetting episode was due to Obadiah Phren’s good-
heartedness. His wife, Patience, was heard to remark that Obadiah
may have a good heart, but it wouldn't have done any harm to ask
before he went ahead. It was a year ago that Obadiah suddenly decided he wanted to
modernize. When we heard the first faint rumors, we simply paid
no attention. “Phren’s General Store” was the mecca of the coun-
tryside. It was one of those traditional institutions that simply
goes on and on. Obadiah’s father had run it for sixty years; Oba-
diah himself had had it for forty. Now he was going modern!
Streamlining! It was difficult to think of the Corners without the General
Store. Here was New England storekeeping at its best. One side
of the big room held groceries; the other side was the dry goods
area. On a huge counter down the middle were heaped clothes and
shoes. There were glass cases with toilet goods, candies, and small
tools. Spread helter-skelter everywhere were cardboard advertising
signs left by traveling salesmen. Near the rear of the store was
a huge, round, wood-burning stove. From early fall until late
spring it never went out. Around it were two or three broken chairs
and several kegs and lx>xes. This was headquarters for the town, the
forum where local, state, national, and international issues were
really settled. In the back room were grain, kerosene, harnesses,
molasses, and farming tools. Obadiah held the agency for a dozen
and one things. You could get a mowing machine, oil burner,
sewing machine, or set of furniture through him. 8 The March 1947MOODY STL'DIO General store at West Spring field He has never revealed when the thought of change entered his
consciousness. All the town knows is that one day, without warn-
ing, a group of city men descended on the store. In a twinkling, the
wide front porch disappeared. In a couple of days there was a
brand new front, all shining and aggressive in bright colors. Two
big plate glass affairs took the place of the dusty, cobwebby, many-
paned windows. Obadiah was vastly pleased. He had done something for the
community! Inside, the shelves were rebuilt; the middle counter
was eliminated. Modernistic showcases came into being. The old
stove went, and Obadiah sold himself an oil burner. “Phrcn’s
General Store” was catching up to the twentieth century. He
chuckled mysteriously as folks asked, “What next?” One couldn’t
help smile, he was so obviously having the time of his life! Before the modernization was completed, one began to hear the
first rumblings, like distant thunder on a sultry August afternoon. New Hampshire Troubadour 9If one lived in the country, why couldn't he trade at a country
store? \Vc didn't want the chromium-plated, blatant-colored,
streamlined effect in the store where we spent our money! To add
the final straw, several smart-looking signs went up. “Cash only.” Now all of us paid our bills. If folks didn’t Obadiah soon weeded
them out. His genial friendliness didn’t mean he was an easy mark.
But most of us liked to pay once a month. Through it all, Obadiah beamed and smiled. He apparently felt
that he was doing us all a great service — giving us an up-to-
the-minute atmosphere in which to do our shopping. No one knows for sure just when we began to doubt the ways of
progress. Standish Corners is not a bustling, hustling, streamlined
community. We take things “in our stride,” but moderately.
Hurry for hurry’s sake doesn't go with country living. Perhaps
there was a subtle, mysterious atmosphere of disapproval in the
community. The free-for-all discussions were no more. A radiator
doesn’t do the things to a man that a friendly stove does. “Phren’s
General Store” was gone. The Peterborough Town Library, established in IH33% the first free public library in
America supported by public taxation 10 The March 1947Obadiah was and is a stubborn man! He doesn’t give in easily.
Through the spring and summer, his chin kept the angle that we all
know well. It was the angle that won the bandstand, the Recrea-
tion Hall for the young folks, and the uniforms for the baseball
team. It was because of these things that the town remained loyal.
But the new folks and the summer folks put on a good deal of pres-
sure. The second change was effected as suddenly as the first, except
that Obadiah called in Seth Warner, the local carpenter, and his
crew. Before our eyes signs of modern merchandizing disappeared.
All was as before, except the new heating system stayed. But
the wood stove came back! Obadiah hasn’t said much. Once in a while he rubs his chin and
smiles quietly. He is a Shakespearean scholar and likes to change
quotations a bit. Anent another subject he murmured the other
evening, “O that a man might know the end of a day’s business
ere it comes.” SHEEP ON OUR FARM L ft.Andrews, Our farm in Sanbornton is like a good many other summer farms
in central New Hampshire — a few acres of fields, a woodlot, a fine
garden and a blueberry patch. We’re inclined to brag a bit because
it's home and many hours of toil have gone into its rejuvenation.
It is true we see the Belknaps as others are not favored, and when
the first forethoughts of winter send cool nights in August we look
out across Lake Winnisquam over a billowy sea of fog that keeps
our friends along the lakeshore wondering about the weather for a
few early hours in the morning. New Hampshire Troubadour 11Mother ami lamb on a Chichester farm When my folks acquired the place more than fifteen years ago
it had weathered a hundred and a quarter years of storms and
peaceful change. Time was, a century ago, when Sanbornton was
a mid-state metropolis and across what is now our front lawn ran
the range road straight as an arrow for miles. Now much of it is
dense forest, but a part, kept open by a neighbor's cattle and cord
wood hauling, guides us to our blueberry patch up on the hillside.
Along the old road are the cellar holes of homes of yesteryears —
generations who bent the rocky granite hills into submission for
a time then, when the cities and the level prairies called their sons,
relinquished their precarious grasp and the woods have crept back.
Yet they live and they will for a long time to come in the solid
field-stone walls and crumbling foundations overgrown with
raspberry bushes, and maybe a lilac or an old rose lingering on, 12 The March 1947and certainly some apples gone wild through the woods and in
overgrown pastures. just as a love of the rural life and the old ways of the past have
gradually seeped into me after twenty years of following New
Hampshire trails I have hoped these last few years that my own
small sons would come to really feel the spirit that lingers on here
in the hills. Our winter home in St. Louis eliminates the possibility
of week-end visits, but they look forward to the summer vacation. For years Dad has let native friends use our eight or ten acres
of hayfield for mowing, for oats, or potatoes. It kept the land
“gainfully employed” but never created much enthusiasm on the
part of the family. But by last spring our next door neighbor, a
Sanborntonian of old and enduring stock, had increased his flock
of sheep to the expansion point and bargained for use of the field
as a pasture. Dad is a great vegetable gardener; there are few old
timers in town that could better the long succession of delectables
that load down the table but we know now, perhaps somewhat
belatedly, that animals make a farm, and last summer the third
generation of us fed yellow transparents to the sheep on their regu-
lar traverse past the back door. Sheep, like ourselves, my older son
found, have their likes and dislikes. Some disdained these summer
delicacies from the start, others munched a bit half-heartedly and
trotted off with a baa . . . that conveyed little gratitude, but a few
were regular customers and obviously mourned the fall of the lone
tree’s last apple in late August. A century ago our sheep in New Hampshire meant clothing for
the immediate family that winter, and stories are told of busy and
efficient housewives who could shear, clean, spin, and weave, then
tailor a pair of trousers within two days time when occasion called.
Well — we have a spinning wheel on the farm too but we do not
especially hope for that particular occasion. Although the sheep
are not our own we feel that they are part of the farm and last sum-
mer it was more alive than it had been for many years. . Yew Hampshire Troubarlour 13Front Cover: Sugar house and
gathering sap in a New Hampshire
maple orchard at Randolph. Color
photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Skier at Jackson.
Photo by Harold Orne. Frontispiece: Ice breaking up
on the Contoocook River. Photo by
Eric Sanford. Correction: The January front
cover showed Mt. Adams from the
Glen. The photograph of Governor
I )alc and his family, which appeared
in the January Troubadour, was
taken by A. Thornton Gray. Pauline Soroka Chadwell’s poem,
Winter Garden, which appeared on
the back cover of the February
Troubadour, appeared originally in
The Flower Grower. Ralph Page, of Nelson, popular
singing square dance caller who
put dancers at the New Hampshire
Folk Festival through their paces
last June, recently sang his w'ay
through six sides of square dance
recordings, including one recording
appropriately titled “ Monadnock
Muddle.” It was recently announced that
the Agricultural Experiment Sta-
tion at the University of New
Hampshire, under the leadership
of Dr. A. F. Yeager, is developing
new varieties of fruits and vege-
tables suited to our climate, in-
cluding apples, strawberries, rasp-
berries, blackberries, peaches, blue-
berries, hazelnuts, hickory nuts,
butternuts, lima beans, tomatoes,
squash, watermelons, cantaloupes,
shell beans, and pop corn. The Rhododendron Reservation
and Cottage in Fitzwilliam, a 300-
acre tract including 16 acres of
rhododendron plants, was offered
to the state by the Appalachian
Mountain Club last December, and
accepted by the Governor anti
Council. This unusual growth of
rhododendron plants, the largest
known natural tract in this latitude,
should be especially interesting to
New Hampshire people as the
beautiful flowering shrub is rare
elsewhere in the state. Rhododen-
dron Cottage, a farmhouse said to
be over 200 years old, was given
modern facilities by the Appalach-
ian Mountain Club without losing
its original charm and character.
The property is stituated two and
one-half miles from Fitzwilliam on 14 The March 1947Rhododendron Cottage, l ilzu illiiirn the old Richmond Road. The State
Forestry and Recreation Com-
mission plans to continue the per-
petuation of the area and the
cottage for the use of the public The first “ PBX,” or private
branch exchange in history, tele-
phone engineers say, was installed
at Concord, New Hampshire. Young Charles F. West, teleg-
rapher and chief dispatcher for a
little railroad, went from Concord
to Boston in 1879 to explain his
idea to the engineer of the year-old
telephone company. “If,” he said in substance, “I
could connect my office telephone
whenever I wished directly with
the offices of the yard master, the
master mechanic, and a few others,
it would be a great convenience
and time-saver. Here’s my rough
idea of how it can be done. What
do you think? New Hampshire Troubadour The engineer designed a “gadget”
to carry out West’s suggestion, and
some weeks later it was installed in
West’s office at Concord, mounted
on a sewing machine table. A recent issue of Collier's con-
tained this item about Claremont,
New Hampshire: The Chamber of
Commerce returned traffic fines
paid by three dozen motorists, as a
good-will gesture. NEW HAMPSHIRE
BOOKS AND AUTHORS A chapter on the stone ruins at
Salem of a village believed to have
been built more than 1,000 years
ago appears in New England's Buried
Treasure by Clay Perry, recently
published by Stephen Dave Press,
New York. The Concord Monitor reports
that Nearby, the latest book written
by Elisabeth Yates McGrcal of
Peterborough, has been selected
by the People’s Book Club as one
of its choices, and an additional
100,000 copies have been ordered
from the publisher. A new book of poems by Marion
Francis Brown of Center Harbor
has been published under the title
High Flung Banner. 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N N.SKI SONG I '/ TIERE on the hill we pause for flight
11 Over a trackless sea of white, A silver sea of moonlit snow
Now with a slow, soft swish we go! With stars overhead and stars below
Where snowy diamond crystals glow. The song of our skis is the song of wings, A soft, swift skimming of white gull’s wings. Space and time are left behind
Where city lights gleam and pathways bind.
Here we are to fly through the snow
Over the hills as the white hares go. White spray splashes our faces with light
As on we skim through the limitless night;
Over the hills and over the snow, Sweet is the song of our skis below. From The Christian Science Monitor 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 4677Troubadour194703 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour March 1947 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 1947-03 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 WmM -' TROUBADOUR February 1946 Church at Rindge BERNICE PERRY Troubaaour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR. YVe lingered at Rockbound Lodge until late our first fall, it was too beautiful to leave. We had fully intended to go South but our hearts just weren’t in it. We liked our new friends so much and we liked Meredith, so we bought a little house in town and there we went for the winter. We wish everyone could see the startling beauty of this country in winter. We enjoy every storm, each one makes the landscape more beautiful and some turn the trees to a lace pattern that could only be fashioned by a Master Hand. Driving is no problem as the roads are kept open and are so good. We often snowshoe to Rock-bound Lodge and fill the bird trays and visit the ice fishers in their “Bob” houses on the Lake. We attend church, presided over by a dynamic, young minister who preaches to us winters and fishes with us summers. And as for social goings on there is no end. We have joined the Grange which we enjoy enormously. We spend THORSTEN V. KALIJARVI, Editor VOLUME XV February, 1946 NUMBER 11 WE DON’T WANT TO GO SOUTH New Hampshire Troubadour 3 HAROLD ORNE Lower section of Skimobile line showing newly enlarged base station building for refreshments, lounging, and getting warm. Cranmore Mountain, North Conway evenings of music or cards with our new friends. And our old friends from Boston come up to enjoy the snow with us. One of our greatest winter pleasures is watching the wild birds feed at a tray fastened on the ledge outside our dining room windows. We put on it wild bird seed, sunflower seed, table scraps, etc. On the nearby lilac bush we hang stale doughnuts or spike slices of bread. And on a tree we fasten a cage of suet. The Chickadees are regulars with their sleek black caps and beady eyes. They always remind us of Walt Disney’s birds. It is amazing to see how deftly they can crack a big sunflower seed and get the meat. We are sure that some of these little fellows are the same ones who visit us at Rockbound Lodge in summer. The White Breasted Nuthatch likes to hang head downward to eat his doughnut. He is a fascinat- 4 ing little fellow and so is the Red Breasted Nuthatch. The Tufted Titmouse is pert and perky with an “up do” hair style. On very cold days the Nuthatches eat sitting down on the tray. In that way they spread their soft feathers and warm their legs. The Goldfinch and the Purple Finch are a thrill to see. The dainty jewel colored birds seem so much more beautiful in the brilliant winter sunlight against a background of sparkling white snow. Some days the big Hairy Woodpecker comes with his gay red top knot and his soft colored mate. Other times a pair of Downy Woodpeckers do their best to eat all the suet. I wish everyone would become interested in feeding the winter birds. It doesn’t matter much where you live. If you put out food for a while the birds will find it and continue to come. These tiny mites have a hard time finding food in the winter but can stand any amount of cold if they are well fed. Keeping the horses warm between heats along Stable Row. Crystal Lake, Canaan HAROLD FOWLER Hanover Inn, Hanover Just at this moment I glanced out and a flock of glorious Evening Grosbeaks, bright yellow and black, settled on the top of the sumac bush where they are eating seeds from the bright red seed cases. With the blue sky above and white snow below, evergreens beyond and bright sun over all, it’s a gorgeous picture. No, we don’t want to go South, we love the North! 6 The February 1946 FINDING FREEDOM IN NEW HAMPSHIRE Portions of an editorial in the Concord, New Hampshire, Monitor-Patriot, discussing the state motto: “Live Free or Die.” A state motto should be something bigger than the sentimental gush which all too often is indulged in when recreational visitors are sought, or industries are encouraged to come to the state. The motto is the complete expression of a valid philosophy of life, and in the day and generation of its official adoption there is great need for such an honest expression. It reminds us of our hard beginning as a civilized state and of the struggle which has brought about the state’s growth and the substantial sustenance and inspiration of its people. The knowledge that death lies ahead for all of us is the greatest driving force that human beings have. It is their sure knowledge all their lives that death is ahead which principally distinguishes them from the other animals. And it is in death that all men do finally find freedom. Of course the State Planning and Development Commission hopes that on the way to death a lot of people will stop over in New Hampshire. And a lot of them do, and according to the population and vital statistics, they manage to postpone the coming of death by coming to New Hampshire. For this state uses the fact of this postponement as a part of its advertising. Next to California, statistics have told us, people live longest in New Hampshire. There is an angle of death to our climatic claims, too. For when we discuss the health giving properties of our seashore, lakes and mountains, we are simply saying in another way that if you take your vacations in New Hampshire you will be better physically and mentally and you will live longer. But most of all it is the essence of “Live Free or Die” which our visitors discern in the natives which provides the encouragement to come again. It is the signs of independence and dry humor and contentment with freedom which the visitors observe in New Hampshire which help to produce a feeling of freedom in them also. And it is freedom which the vacationist seeks. New Hampshire Troubadour 7 The new state motto, used with the state shield, will not scare visitors away. It will help to remind them that this was once a complete free state, that it was the ninth and deciding in ratification of the federal constitution and thus brought the union into being, that our old homes and attractive villages possess historical foundations of greater permanence than almost any other section of the nation, and that here there still is a way of life which has sturdily withstood one assault after another. New Hamsphire does not choose to die. It has always preferred to live free, and it still does. A touch of all this in the state’s advertising can do no harm. For New Hampshire has more to offer than just a salubrious climate at certain seasons. It is a state, it is a state created by the people, it is a state which created the federal union, and always it sought ever greater freedom in the process of its development and growth. ■MS The Ellis River, Jackson NEW HAMPSHIRE AGAIN by Cdar( ^andbury I remember black winter waters, I remember thin white birches. I remember sleepy twilight hills, I remember riding across New Hampshire lengthways. I remember a station named “Halcyon,” a brakeman calling to passengers “Halcyon!! Halcyon!!” I remember having heard the gold diggers dig out only enough for wedding rings. I remember a stately child telling me her father gets letters addressed “Robert Frost, New Hampshire.” I remember an old Irish saying, “His face is like a fiddle and everyone who sees him must love him.” I have one remember, two remembers, ten remembers; I have a little handkerchief bundle of remembers. One early evening star just over a cradle moon, One dark river with a spatter of later stars caught, One funnel of a motorcar headlight up a hill, One team of horses hauling a bob sled load of wood, One boy on skis picking himself up after a tumble — I remember one and a one and a one riding across New Hampshire lengthways: I have a little handkerchief bundle of remembers. From "Good Morning America,’’ Copyright 1928, by Carl Sandburg. By permission of Harcourt, Brace and Co., Inc. WINSTON POTE Presidential Range. Reading from the left: Mt. Madison, Mt. Adams, Mt. Jefferson, Mt. Washington, Mt. Munroe A YEAR-ROUND VISIT TO THE WHITE MOUNTAINS Forestville, Connecticut Editor, New Hampshire Troubadour. The enclosure was written by 12-year-old Ann Williams as a composition in her class. Ann, her mother and sister spent the month of August in Conway and they were all so carried away with the place that we have finally bought and will move to the place in early April. Yours truly, Charles L. Hammond Grandfather, 78 When you go to the White Mountains you should leave in the early morning in the spring. At noon you will probably be in Athol, Massachusetts. About four o’clock in the afternoon you will be 10 The February 1946 going over Lake Winnipesaukee. About seven o’clock in the evening you will arrive in Conway. There are many cabins along the road; after you choose one to stay at you will see how neat they are. There are three rooms; the living room, bedroom and kitchen. There will probably be a stream running in back of the cabins. The streams are beautiful about seven o’clock in the morning. The water is ice cold and the sun shines on them. It is almost too bright to look at. All around you will see birch trees and mountains. There is Mount Washington, Mount Chocorua, Cannon Mountain, and many others. There is Cathedral Ledge, the White Horse in the Mountain, Glen Ellis Falls and River, and the skimobiles. In the spring there is fishing. In the summer there is swimming, fishing, hiking, and many other exciting things to do. In the fall there is hunting. In the winter there is skiing, hunting, skating, and ice boating. In the spring when you get ready to leave you will wish you did not have to. I think New Hampshire is the most beautiful state of New England. It ought not to need saying, but the emphasis on skiing has been so great that it can’t do any harm to state, for the benefit of those who still look with suspicion on the glorified barrel staves, that there is yet no law compelling their use in the enjoyment of New Hampshire’s glorious winters. No, even lots of us natives never strap the contraptions on. Yet New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Ann Williams ^AO/' WINTER IS YOURS, TOO WINSTON POTE Skating Rink and Common, Gorham we pass the time shamlessly in various pursuits we enjoy, and let the rest of the world ski by. Somehow the idea has gotten abroad that up here in New Hampshire all except those winged-footed birds hibernate with the bear and other animals — if we can’t or stubbornly won’t go south. Folks seem to think it’s impossible to get about other than on skis, and that we take a Rip Van Winkle until it’s time for our summer guests to start coming. As a matter of fact — from long, hard experience, if you will — we handle ourselves about the same as in the warmer seasons, ex- 12 The February 1946 cept for the addition of a coat or two, with a sweater or so underneath — and a good fire blazing near. You folks with the urge to go somewhere ought to drop up some day and see for yourselves the pleasure and health to be had from a few days spent in the tangy freshness of country air. Hiking is as much fun as it is in summer, snowshoeing is sport, too. Or skating smoothly over real ice that is two feet thick. The wind will blow your brain clear of all the steam-heated fuzziness it’s been collecting. The sun will come to you direct and undiluted from on high, and the snow will be white instead of a dingy gray. Twenty or more years ago lots of you got a kick out of winter — and then the skier came and stole your fun away. Don’t let that guy with the long feet get away with it. You’ve as much right to winter pleasures as he has. Try it once at your favorite summer vacationland — in New Hampshire. A SPECIAL MESSAGE OF CHEER During the long months that I have been in service I have derived many hours of pleasure from the “Troubador.” Especially when I was overseas the monthly arrival of the magazine seemed a special message of cheer from my native state. One poem especially, “To A Soldier Returning” I believe was its title, gave me special delight. It seemed to parallel my own nostalgic yearning for the farm I had left and to which I shall return. Most of the scenes caught by Harold Orne’s camera were familiar to me and gave added pleasure. I can’t help feeling sentimental about your magazine because it depicts so aptly the spirit of the best state of the Union. Thank you sincerely, gentlemen, for your magazine. Gardner P. Smith New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Mt. Madison from Randolph Hill. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back. Cover: The Flume Covered Bridge and Mount Liberty in Winter. Photo by C. T. Bodwell. ^ytor After the first of May we plan to have the Troubadour in your hands at the beginning of the month. Harry Von Tilzer, who died on January 10th, will be remembered by the readers of the Troubadour for such songs as, “I Want a Girl Just Like the Girl That Married Dear Old Dad” and “Please Go ’Way and Let Me Sleep.” But how many know that his first published hit was “My Old New Hampshire Home,” written in 1898? Two million copies were sold. The words are: Far away on the hills of old New Hampshire, Many years ago we parted, Ruth and I; By the stream where we wandered in the gloaming, It was there I kissed my love a sad goodbye. She clung to me and trembled when I told her, And pleadingly she begged of me to stay; We parted, and I left her broken hearted, In the old New Hampshire village far away. Refrain: Now the sunshine lingers there And the roses bloom as fair In the wildwood where together we would roam; In the village churchyard near Sleeps the one I loved so dear, On the hills of my old New Hampshire home. In my dreams by the stream last night I wandered, And I thought my love was standing by my side; Once again then I told her that I loved her, Once again she promised she would be my bride; And as I stooped to kiss her I awakened, I called her, but she was not there to hear; My heart lies buried with her ’neath the willow, In the old New Hampshire home I love so dear. Copyright 1898 by Orphean Music Publishing Co., copyright renewed. By permission of Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc., owner. 14 The February 1946 A host of literary immortals once gathered at Franconia for the summer. The colony consisted of Nathaniel Hawthorne, John Green-leaf Whittier, Washington Irving, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Indianapolis, Indiana Star October 2, 1945 Dear Editor: The picture of the Old Man of the Mountains in the Troubadour for September reminds me of a story which may seem worthy of the magazine to you. It was told to me by the late Julius Firmin of Fitzwilliam, who was our representative to the General Court, and who once brought my husband and me to meet you. If you use it, please give the credit to him, and not to me. In the days when pre-war touring was at its height, Mr. Firmin was one of a group of tourists, all silently looking up at the Profile, clear against a cloudless sky. As they stood there, a car with an Iowa license drove up, and a middle-aged man, his wife, and his daughter got out. For a few minutes they gazed at the Great Stone Face, and then the man seized the two women by their arms and said, “Come on away from here! ’Tain’t so, and I know it.” Cordially, (s) Edith W. West Some forty contestants in a recent cross country ski race at Cannon Mountain covered the seven-mile course once, but it is reported that Sel Hannah, president of the Franconia Ski Club and former crack Dartmouth skier, set the course in the morning, then “two-stepped” over the hilly terrain to test snow conditions, then placed second in the race, thus covering nearly twenty-one miles. It was said that he “wasn’t really in training.” ^_ytor The Dartmouth College Alumni Fund, which is raised annually to help finance the work of the college, again established a new record in 1945. The chairman reported: “Against an objective of $300,000, the grand total of $337,000 established a new high record by a margin of over $50,000. This means that the 1945 peak represents a growth in the dollar total of almost 270% since 1940.” New Hampshire Troubadour 15 Its sagging, shingled roof that leaks the tf&W .jrf J Its weather-beaten walls and rumbling 600 Hold tales romantic of those days of yore, f ' JTy When youth was brave and maids were passlng-lEsm With instruments precise at their command, And all the knowledge scie'ttjje may reveat. No modem engineer, vvirh stone and steel, Can build an old New England covered bridge. , —Ailelbert ,M. Jakeraan in Everyday Things in American Life NEW ENGLAND COVERED BRIDGE 1 know an old New England covered bridge That spans a silvered, splashing mountain stream, A bridge whose every sturdy bolt and beam Was made secure by men -who loved their work. 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Interviewer The person(s) performing the interview Bobbi Slossar Interviewee The person(s) being interviewed Ruby Matott Location The location of the interview Concord, NH Duration Length of time involved (seconds, minutes, hours, days, class periods, etc.) 2:33 minutes Subject Line The content of the subject line of the email New Hampshire State Library Transcription Any written text transcribed from a sound Interviewer: This is Bobbi Slossar interviewing Ruby Matott on 24th of February, 20202. Good afternoon, Ruby. Ruby: Good afternoon. Interviewer: Did I pronounce your last name correctly? Ruby: Matott. Interviewer: Matott. Pardon me, Matott. Ruby: That’s ok. Interviewer: Ruby, how many years have you been working at the State Library? Ruby: I’ve been at the State Library for 45 years. Interviewer: Wow! And what year did you start working here? Ruby: 1974 Interviewer: 1974. Can I ask how old you were when you started working here? Ruby: Twenty. Interviewer: Twenty. Now how did you learn about the job here at the State LIbrary? Ruby: Actually during my last year of high school I took a state exam during one of my office practice classes and that’s where the job application came in from. Interviewer: Oh, that’s really interesting. Now what was your first position here at the State Library? Ruby: I worked in technical services processing incoming books and typing up library catalog cards. Interviewer: Typing up library catalog cards? So there were no computers then. Ruby: No, there were no computers. Interviewer: And what was your role in typing up those cards? Ruby: I would take the cards as they came in and type in the subject headings and the title headings and anything else that needed to be added to them. Interviewer: And did you also have to file the cards into the card catalog system? Ruby: Yes. I did have the file the cards in the catalog. 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Title A name given to the resource New Hampshire State Library Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Library Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Photographs Language A language of the resource eng Subject The topic of the resource New Hampshire State Library Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data photograph 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 New Hampshire State Library Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Library Description An account of the resource An early photo of the New Hampshire State Library. New Hampshire State Library https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/6fc9dfc72be18b3405fe95d16803ed8f.jpg d4f9e8dcbec255889f274cd27107e886 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 New Hampshire State Library Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Library Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Photographs Language A language of the resource eng Subject The topic of the resource New Hampshire State Library Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data photograph 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 New Hampshire State Library, Map Gallery Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Library Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1940-1949 Description An account of the resource The second floor lobby of the New Hampshire State Library, known as the Map Gallery. Language A language of the resource eng New Hampshire State Library https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/4ba6aea5e0a8a9d8d1b2767b9b20dfde.jpg 79660a271bcc6cfb2b73adacd99b3c7e 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 New Hampshire State Library Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Library Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Photographs Language A language of the resource eng Subject The topic of the resource New Hampshire State Library Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. Original Format The type of object, such as painting, sculpture, paper, photo, and additional data photograph 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 New Hampshire State Library, Map Gallery, 1943 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Library Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1943 Description An account of the resource A photograph of the State Library's second floor lobby, also known as the Map Gallery. The back of the photograph shows a written date of 1943. New Hampshire State Library