6 10 89 https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/f99f9bac39c1fc2718a90f80d5ed7e21.pdf 37e1d126209ba1790ec498bd5ddc7bc9 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 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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New Hampshire State Library Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource No Copyright - United States Subject The topic of the resource crafts, fishing, Miller State Park, churches, state parks Type The nature or genre of the resource Text churches crafts fishing Miller State Park New Hampshire New London state parks Stewartstown https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/260e602b39654e53527766dc0b5cccd4.pdf 736a1aeda3cb7e3c9d9b94a8973811a6 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 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. 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, Warner 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 farming, hunting, Cathedral Ledge, Mt. Washington, General John Stark, Old Man of the Mountain Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Cathedral Ledge farming General John Stark hunting Mt. Washington New Hampshire Old Man of the Mountain Warner 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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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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HEATH, Editor December, 1948 SNOWFALL by Annie Balcomb Wheeler All day thick clouds - widespreading wings Have hovered low above the cove. The feel of snow is in the air, The scent of it. A torn limb swings And frets out in the maple grove Where silence like unspoken prayer Is felt. The shrill and chiding note Of the jay is still. Among the brown Bare twigs two chickadees recite Their little piece, thin and remote. Oh look! the Hakes are sifting down The storm is coming with the night. These love the snow: old cellar-holes, And houses watching, hollow-eyed, Down silent roads that lead afar. How like they are to proud old souls Who pray for kindly death to hide Their loneliness, each wound and scar. Footpaths and Pavements New Hampshire Troubadour VOLUME XVIII BEAUTY ON WHITE HILLS by Haydn S. Pearson Now is close the heart of winter. It is the time of low twelve on the land and Earth's pulse is slow and faint. Beneath ice and snow, brooks creep slowly down to the sea and the thin murmuring of the waters is muted music in the air. A brooding spirit rests on the Northland and the beauty on white hills touches a chord in him who is sensitive to the loveliness of the season. I here are days of brilliant sunshine when the slanting rays pick myriads of jewels from the snow-covered land. The sun rises late and circles low in a pale blue sky. Sometimes shaggy flocks of clouds graze slowly along the trails overhead, reminding one of September's clouds and sky. there are many shades of colors in the snow : purples, violets, blues, red and grays. Where snow has drifted into rhythmic ripples one thinks of small wavelets on northern lakes on an autumn day wavelets moving toward narrow banks of white sandy beaches and jutting granite aims. A sun-bright day in late December paints a picture of heart-lifting beauty. There are also moody gray days that have a distinctive, quiet appeal. The Storm King may lie massing his legions. The weather has inn its regular cycle of cumulus, cirrus and stratus clouds and now heavy gray nimbus shades are lowered over the countryside. There is an intense, hushed expectancy as Earth wails for the first Casual Hakes to come meandering downward to deepen its protect- ing blanket. Hour by hour, minute by minute, the gray shades thicken until the storm gates are noiselessly opened. NOTE: Mr. Pearson is the author of Country Flavor, The Countryman’s Cookbook, Sea Flavor, and More Country Flavor. EDITOR 4 The December 1948 A highway near Warner, shortly after ti snow storms which it will be traveled by many skiers this season to reach New Hampshire ski centers, including the new chair lift at Mt. Sunapee State Park. The photo illustrates the efficiency of the State Highway Department in maintaining excellent driving conditions all winter. When the Storm ends after a fall of heavy moist Makes there are scenes of breathtaking beauty. The spruces, pines, tamaracks and hemlocks wear ermine furs and their laden branches make a picture in the sunshine. Old. lichen-etched, weather-furrowed stonewalls are patterns of gray and white. Zigzag rail fences hold parallel lines of white and brown and the R.F.D. boxes In the side of the road wear jaunty white taps. Countrymen go about the task of once again clearing paths to barn, shed and corn crib. There are stories to be read in the snow after each new laser. Down along the meadow creek are footprints of muskrats and mink. Beneath the weeds in the garden are the trails of the Meld n lice. Beneath the wild apple trees one can see where the deer came in search of brown, pulps apples. In the heart of winter, assay from arteries of cement and macadam, New Hampshire Troubadour is a good time to see heritages of the past. Through woodlands of maple, oak, birch and beech stretch the stonewalls built by pioneers of long ago. Beside quiet country roads arc granite-walled cellar holes, now filled with tangled vines and shrubs, poignant memorials to days of yesteryear when men and women and children lived in these hills. In the Northland the predominating motif is beauty on white hills. Stand on the height of an upland pasture or on a mountain shoulder on a clear day. Peace and glory rest on the land. Gone are the fevered Frettings and harrying tensions of man-made society. The river valley below is a broad white counterpane. The line of willows and elms by the river makes a twisting, feather- stitched seam. Par in the distance the green-blue, white-laced trees on the mountain range rise to meet the skyline. Gray-black smoke banners spiral upward front farmhouse chimneys. At the head of the valley houses crouch along the main street beneath bare trees and a white church spire makes a gleaming miniature exclamation point against the blue of the sky. The church bell lolls another hour of infinity and the faint, sweet notes float by in quiet air. There is loveliness everywhere on white hills in winter. And when the sun has taken its course and drops behind tree-lined hills, there is a brief flaming moment of exquisite beamy. Night's curtain is pulled on noiseless pulleys. Shafts of light slant from farm windows. The moon sends its soft light over a white world. Phis is the time of beauty on white hills. The cider jug in our back hall Has such a lively cork We never know where it will fall When the cider starts to work. — From "The Cider Jug" by Sarah Rexford Noyes The December 1948 COUNTRY FUN from 1he Nashua Cavalier “There are so many jolly things to do in the country," writes Arthur W. Rotch, whose whole life has been spent at Milford, N. H., where he publishes The Cabinet. He continues: "We're always sorry for die city youngsters who grow up ignorant of them and without happy memories of hooking rides on pungs in winter, lapping die maple trees in March, hunting mayflowers for teacher's desk, making paddle-wheels to be turned by a swift brook, fishing hornpout, gathering chestnuts . . . and burning brush. William M. Rittase A student at Colby Junior College, New London, enjoys an outing on snowshoes. "No, we don’t mean a puny little bonfire in the back yard to burn the trimmings from the shade trees and dead stalks from the garden. A back yard bonfire I is fun, but we're talking about the huge piles of brush left in the woods from logging and cordwood operations. Thai's more fun, and real work. And the weather conditions have to be about right, fire Chief Casey said they were just right last week end. "Our brush piles are big. They have the still scraggly tops of oak trees, and a lol of soggy pine that went down in the hurricane. Put several inches of snow on that kind of brush pile and you can’t New Hampshire Troubadour Ashuelot Village in winter. start it with a match and one old newspaper. Not unless you're a better fireman than we are. "With a jug of kerosene and no little effort we got a good hot fire started under two piles. Then it's a race to keep the brush piled on the hot spot. If you think you can sit on a sunup and just watch the roaring dames, guess again. "A nice stiff breeze helps. But the breeze has the darnedest habit of shifting suddenly from north to south just as you get close to the fire on the north side with your arms full of fuel. Whether you drop it and run, or wade in, depends on how stubborn you are at the moment. "Well, we managed to burn up three big piles, fairly clean. Others we didn't burn. There wasn't enough kerosene. Some are too close to nice pines. And anyway, it would be mean to burn all the brush piles the little rabbits need 'em. That's where they run to escape the big birds and dogs and foxes. We watched a bunny 8 The December 1948 run from one brush pile to another and he went within ten feet of our dog who was so busy digging in the rabbit's burrow that he never saw the rabbit. "After a long afternoon burning brush you go home tired. Your arms and legs and back know you haven't been spending the time on a sofa. Your eyes know it too. You'll have bramble scratches on your hands and a welt or two where a stiff Whipping branch has swiped vou. There will he holes burned in your shirt bv living sparks, and you smell like a hook-and-ladderman just back from a three-alarmer. "What, you wonder, is the sense of working so hard just to make a piece of wild woodland look more like Central Park, and maybe reduce slightly the hazard of lire next summer? "What's the sense in picking (lowers, or making a wheel for the brook to turn, or going fishing, or balling a ball around? "The simple answer is that it's fun. We're sorry for the city tellers who always wear white collars and never stand on a country hillside by a blazing brush pile and through smoke reddened eyes watch the early dusk of a winter afternoon settle in a valley canopied by golden sunset clouds. “They just don't know the fun of burning brush." AMONG THE GREAT OF THE GRANITE STATE by J. Duane Squires, Ph.D. II. MOSES GERRISH FARMER (FEBRUARY 9, 1820-MAY 25, 1893) ONE of the fascinating phases of history is the story of invention. No aspect of that story is more interesting than the study of individuals who invented devices which were "ahead of the limes." In such instances both the inventors and the very face of their New Hampshire Troubadour 9 ingenuity have been largely forgotten by later generations. Such was the case with Moses Gerrish Farmer, a native or Boscawen, New Hampshire. This talented voting man entered Dartmouth at the age of nineteen, but was soon forced by illness to withdraw from college. After a few tears spent in teaching and in business, he threw himself with ability and energy into a study of that newly-discovered natural force called electricity. In July, 1847, in Dover, New Hampshire. Farmer displayed a miniature electric railway capable of carrying people for short rides. Four years later he saw installed in Boston his electric fire alarm system, the first such mechanism in the United States. In 1868 he lighted a home in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with electric lights of his own devising. Forty incandescent lamps with platinum wire filaments furnished the illumination, (This was eleven years before Thomas Edison, working independently and on slightly different principles, invented the electric light as we know it today.) But in much of his work Farmer was ahead of the time. Commercial development of his invention, plus a (heap and reliable method of generating electric potter were still in the future. In his later years, therefore. Moses Gerrish Farmer turned his attention to the budding science of torpedoes in undersea warfare, and served for nine years with the U. S. Navy as an expert consultant in such matters. In 1893 he went to Chicago to display at the Columbian Exposition a complete exhibit of his inventions. But fate intervened to dent him the recognition that Was rightly his: he died before the exhibit could be put together. Skating new the Inn at Hanover. Bouchard The December 1948 HANK'S WINTER LETTER by Parker McL. Merrow from Eastern Slope Regionnaire PRETTY soon them dear little snow Hakes will come oozing down, covering the landscape with a magic w bite carpit. When that happens, the ski slope pet pietors will strut overhauling the old reliable tow and likewise the Cash register. Carroll Reed he will get hisself a set uv arch supporters so's he can Stand in Wttn spot lor ten hours at a sireteh Hash- ing the old personality smile and peddling de- luxe laminated skis at S45 per copy and the hospital will stock in 12 gross of X-ray film and half a ton of plaster of Paris, getting ready for the fractures. The happy owners uv ski lodges will start buying second hand hammers to beat on the steam pipes to make the week-end guest think that steam is reall) coming up to the room. When awl them preparashuns has ben made, folks up this wa will be awl set lot the ski season. Uv course the) issumtimesa bit ul trubble getting good perfes- siottal cooks for the winter, on acct sum cooks prefer Miami for the season to the Eastern Slopes. 1 hear tell that the Eastern Slopes Assoshiashun has went to Berlin and retained the services of a good honest French-Canadian lumber camp boss to go to Boston and New York and pick up chefs and pastry cooks ill $50 per copy. Uv course stiniiiines they is delivered a bit worse for wear but they .tint nothing wrong with them that a week in the hospital wont fix. About a week before the season really gels rolling the Chamber uv (I ineice will dusl oil all the old eharat lets and give them $5 New Hampshire Troubadour 11 per da in hang around the stores and streets to furnish local color. A real old granger with a Santa Claus beard and a sleigh thai has the old eagil decorashuns on the hack done in gold leaf, can gel as high as ten bux per day, just riding around to give the snow bunnies suthing to stare at and take pitchers of. I he garage perpietors is busy stocking in No 40 oil so thai on cold mornings the skiers car will turn over just wunce and then quit. Then they get a job towing same tit 85 per head, which is a lovel) business pervided you can gel enull of it. When you go into wun of the grab-em-and-gruntjoints this winter and order a "sliced chicken sandwich all while meat" the meat urn will gel will be sliced, hut how ninth chicken they will be is suthing else again. I aint never ben able to ligger out w bat makes a skier ski. I had a ride in an ice boat wunce across Wolfeboro Bav with Doe Mel Hale what is a hoss doctor. We want doing much over Sit miles an bom and when Doe finally slipped out nv the wind and skidded up to the Town Wharf I got out with beads uv sweat froze tight to my forehead. I asl him clicf he ski. besides ice boating. Doe lie looked shocked and sas "NO INDEED thai skiing business is DANGEROUS." lake the lion I isb and Game Director uv the State uv New Hampshire, Ralph Carpenter 2nd. Yon couldn't get him onto skis ,11 Sad per hour. But he will take his personal plane and put it onto skis and go oul checking fellers fishing through the ice on an after- noon when the chickadees is wawking on acci it is too wind) and cold to IIv. Me. I .tin loo old to ski, lor when you gel in age. you like to set b the lire and watch the folks go by. Bui if I was five years yunger I think I should lei Carroll Reed defraud me and I would try the I Mtards. 12 An) ways, its going to be a grand winter, as usual. So come on up. Yon know me Hank The December 1948 A skier on Tuckerman Ravine Headwall (late winter). Bouchard Streak down the narrow bill, cut with quick heels Sudden hot corners thai each turn reveals (heck speed w idi Christies tail-wagging is fun One more ravine, and the ski-chase is done. Three men behind, and two catching up fast, The leader slid winging ahead to die last Brown muscles throbbing and eves burning bright, Reluctantly ending die heavenly flight, I his is die answer to man's high desire Skimming die mountains on nails of white fire And you down below, who would know more of God Ask men who have brushed against clouds, ski-shod. -From Health Magazine New Hampshire Troubadour FRONT COVER: Methodist Church at Stark. Color photo by Winston Pole. BACK COVER: Carter Dome from the Glen near Pinkham Notch. Fire lookout tower is coated with frost. Photo by Winston Pole. FRONTISPIECE: Scene at Hopkinton after an early season snowfall. Photo by Walter S. Colvin. Echoes from the Sandwich Fair: SANDWICH, Oct. 13 Honors for traveling the longest distance to attend Sandwich Fair this year went to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Powers, who drove from Sheridan, Wyoming, more than 2,400 miles. John McOuade of Cincinnati usually claims the long-distance laurels, but this year he had to concede the honors to the Powers family. SANDWICH, Oct. 21 Sandwich today had another claimant for honors of coming the longest distance to attend the Fair. A caul received by Harry Blanchard, president of the fair association, informed him that Mrs. Mattie MacKeen, formerly of Moultonboro, had come from Los Angeles, California the past two years especially to attend the festivities. The Northern Railroad constructed a line from Concord, N. H. to White River Junction, Vt., on which complete trips began in 1848. The centenary was observed recently. Dr. J. Duane Squires of Colby Junior College delivered a notable address about the railroad at a New Hampshire Luncheon of the Newcomen Society. The Concord Monitor commented editorially: “There is a tremendous amount of romance in the hundred years of the northern Railroad, which was roughly the third hundred years of the settlement of New Hampshire. There is no good current history of the state, and the anniversary suggests that one might well he written which would condense and preserve in retrospect the state's century of coming of age." "New Hampshire is wonderful, and the summer goes too fast," writes Winslow Eaves, who will return to his classes in sculpture and ceramics after a summer of work in the New Hampshire hills. In the small town of West Andover he was in close contact with Edwin and Mary Scheier and Karl Drerup, nationally known artists whom Eaves found "not in the least eccentric but hard-working, sincere human beings.” -From Bulletin of Minson-Williams-Proctor Institute, Utica, N.Y. The December 1948 The new Hampshire races of the New England Sled Dog Club scheduled to date for the coming season are as follous: Jan. 1, Tamworth Jan. 8-9, Fizwilliam: Jan. 15-16, Pittsfield Jan. 22-23. Jackson (pending) Jan. 29-30, Newport Feb. 12 13. Colebrook (pending). NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Manchester on the Merrimack, by Grace Holbrook Blond of Manchester, New Hampshire, was published last month at S3. Illustrations byJohn O’Hara Cosgrave II decorate this new and delightfully told history of Manchester. We Human Chemicals, or The Knack of Getting Along with Everybody, The Updegraff Press, Ltd., Scarsdale, Y. Y., $2, is by Thomas Dreier, the first editor of the Troubadour. The author, the publisher Robert R. Updegraff, and Dr. Gustavus J. Esselen. who contributed technical knowledge and suggestions, are all summer residents of New Hampshire. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N.H. Westmorland Town Hall Curtain A beautiful view of Westmoreland, painted on a stage curtain by Everett Longley Warner, was a Christmas gift to the town last year, Mr. Warner, a noted artist, whose ancestors were among the founders of the village, resides in the Park Hill section of town. The 1948-49 edition of the New Hampshire Winter Map includes information on three important new ski areas: Mt. Sunapee State Park with a chair lift, Thorn Mountain, Jackson, with a chair lift, and Black Mountain, also in Jackson, with a Constant Alpine-type lift. The winter edition of the New Hampshire Recreational Calendar will include data on competitive skiing events and information for the winter vacationist who does not ski or prefers skiing in small doses. 15 Cutting The Christmas Tree BY ADELBERT M. JAKEMAN It is the country thing to do. But ever good and ever new. With sharpened axe and careful eye We pass the pine and hemlock by, And step around each lesser tree That fails in height or symmetry. At last we see the perfect one And know our Christmas search is done. It falls in beauty at our feet Our hearts in wonder lose a beat. Then proud to be thus burdened down We ride in fragrance back to town. 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 February 1947 NEW HAMPSHIRE STATE LIBRARY The New Hampshire Troubadour GOMES 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 THA T MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELICHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR VOLUME xvi ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor February, 1947 WINTER MAGIC by Frances Logan White lace against a pink-grey sky, Like thistledown so light and free, A thousand patterns, frail and shy, Form silently on swaying tree. For me it weaves a mystic spell O'er husy day, through tranquil night • Revealing joy too deep to tell, Creating thoughts of pure delight. Thus winter's beauty sings to me, It throbs in cadence rich and rare, It sings itself into my soul — And wakes an answering echo there. New Hampshire Troubadour ONE MORE WINTER by Hope Miller THE winter days that for eight years in the tropics I relived in memory, I have seen attain now. Because New Hampshire is my home, these days — when blustery snowstorms race, when a quiet winter world holds sway, when frost has crystalled every twig and branch on all the forest trees, or a sparkling, clean and sunlit countryside lies dazzling in new-fallen snow — these days are like jewels, never forgotten, but taken from the storehouse of my mind, and loved again. When I was teaching in the Internment Clamp School in Manila, we were talking one day of winter at home. Perhaps half of the American children, born and raised in or near the Philippines, had never seen snow. As we talked of it. the laces of the girls and boys who knew what winter could really be, lit up and their eyes danced. I knew they were sensing the exhilaration, the smell, the beauty of it as I was. They were feeling a pity for those who did not understand — who did not know how snow can swirl and drift how a pair of skis or skates really feels on a small boy's feet how good your mother's kitchen looks to you when your nose and lingers and toes are tingling from the cold. This is a part of my heritage this love of winter. As dear as October or April is this surcease of growing, this shut-off feeling, this peace which comes with snow. Living in the Philippines before the war, I was interested in the flora and fauna of the islands, especially in places away from the big cities. I understood that it was my childhood in New Hamp- shire that made me uneasy at the prodigality of nature there. I knew that a more austere beauty held charm for me. This is the tropics — coral sands on a palm-fringed beach, but enervating heat clear-looking streams with water unsafe to use 4 The February 1947 Ski tow at Whitney's, one of the four tow operating at Jackson this season. broad fields of sugar cane or wooded hills or dense jungles with orchid-hung trees, but never, never quiet always the sound of thousands upon thousands of insects and living things: in winter, rain and typhoons, instead of snow and blizzards. But now I am home again and I have seen another winter. I have walked in the soft beauty of the first snow storm, the only sound, the crackling of dry maple leaves beneath my feet. I have seen the fog roll in on the Atlantic coast, then give way to blinding sleet and snow and hurricane. One January morning I walked in (he woods and the lines from a poem came to reality about me "Now I have climbed the hillside to discover The forest sitting in its silver clothes With ermine pulled about its knees." Silence has been, lor me, the loveliest song of winter the deep abiding stillness of a snow-bound countryside. School children skating on the Common in Newport swirling drifts and hemlocks bowed with snow: winter moonlight glistening New Hampshire Troubadour on clean, hard crust icicles hanging long and thick outside my window, but warmth and security within — these are my pictures of the winter. Soon will come a day when the miracle of spring will be in the air and the hope of a reawakening world will find us longing for winter to be over and done. Then, on some bright April morning, I, who have loved a New Hampshire winter, shall remember the words of the poet— "Oh who can tell the range of joy, Or set the bounds of beauty?" THE GULF: CHALLENGE TO ANY SKIER'S SKILL by Ens. Fred Rouel Jones, Jr. YES, I am one of those who is fool enough to forsake his friends and relatives, the city and all its glittering lights, and instead, takes the Maine Central bus for Mt. Washington. Those significant looks and glances which always fall on a person who has skis, poles and suitcase draped around his person in odd positions made me feel a little self conscious, but when that ski bug gets you there's just no stopping. That's why the evening found me sitting in front of a log fire at the base of Tuckerman's ravine with the best company to be found anywhere — skiers of the finest vintage and others like my- self— some singing, some sitting watching the log burn away, and others trying to put it all in writing. Although anyone could spend a whole night just taking it all in, the gang found at Pinkham Notch huts is not there for that purpose so it's early to bed for plenty of rest before a day on the trails. 6 The February 1947 Skier at Gulf of Slides on Mr. Washington WINSTON POTE Almost before I know it, one of the crew is banging away on a couple of railroad tracks making a terrible cacophony of noise that is even more beautiful to me than Beethoven's Fifth. So it's up and out for one of those days I've been waiting months for. But wait! Al- though the lure of the headwall, the Wildcat and the Sherburne are forever strong, there's another matter which most people are likely to forget. Although one may have been skiing most of the winter, a lapse of two weeks since the old hickories were last used has consequences that must be reckoned with. So for the first morning, the practice slope is the place for me, the lower part of the Sherburne in the afternoon, and then another good night's rest before I tackle a whole day on the trail and go above timber- New Hampshire Troubadour 7 Church at Fitzwilliam Bernice Perry line. There was one day when I didn't bother to limber up and I remember it all too clearly because the next day found me at the hospital. But let's put hospitals aside and get to the following day. Four others had come in, and together we looked over the maps of the available trails, with the intention of climbing to the snow fields well above timberline. That night was spent in elaborate plans for reaching the top of Mt. Washington, starting on the Gulf of the Slides Trail and going on up, up to the top and then down the toll road. Those were the days when the winds and storms always lurking above timberline were quite unknown to us. It's too easy just to read the sign at the foot of the trail which says that travel above timberline is hazardous and subject to sudden and severe storms, and let it go at that, thinking that is for the poor fool who is always getting into trouble. We're young, healthy and well equipped for the trip why should we worry? That was then 1 know better now. Experience is an excellent teacher, and it taught me once in late summer with an icy cold hail storm. Then there are those weathered crosses marking the spots where some poor devils perished. But that is getting me away from my story. The next day the sun came up in a clear sky and cast shadows down the sides of the mountain to the valley where a blue column of smoke arose from the chimney of the huts. We had waxed our The February 1917 skis the night before, and were now packing our rucksacks with a lunch and, as I always do, my camera besides. We consisted of Don, Dave, Phil and myself, all from Bates College, and Mac, a newcomer to our group, from M.I.T. Although Dave was the only one of us who had creepers, we stuck together and began the ascent up the Gulf of the Slides Trail. It was slow climbing in the deep snow, but we refused to be disheartened and kept on going at a good clip, Dave shuffling easily along in the rear. Oh! ambitious youth! We'd climb on our hands and knees a whole day just to ski down hill for a few minutes. So we plodded steadily on up, around bends, up steep schusses, and on toward the gleaming snow fields high above us. The ravine dropped far below. On the still cold ail- could be heard the gurgling of the stream in its depths. We passed the first aid cache, and, always thinking we would stop to rest around the next corner, we plodded on. We were climbing up a steep S turn when Phil stopped and looked up toward the Gulf of Slides. He said: "Just look at that: can't you just see me schussing it!" Dave nodded a "Yeah!" and we all looked up at the gleaming white of the untouched snow, almost like a vertical wall extending from the last twisted trees to the sharp corner of the lip hundreds of feet above. I couldn't see anyone schussing it, but a couple of sweeping turns would drop a person five hundred feet in a few seconds. Can't you feel that disc downward, a sudden rush of wind and those steel edges biting into the snow and a gradual easing of speed like coming out of a dive, then throwing your body around and down into another giant arc, coming to a stop at the bottom? What went through their minds, I don't know, but that picture will never leave mine. We stopped a few minutes and then continued. The trail climbed on the right side of the ravine. Trees became smaller and the Gulf towered nearer and nearer above us. Time passed and the sun moved up until it was nearly overhead. Still we climbed, four little black dots up the winding trail, until we were The Hampshire Troubadour 9 at the base of the Gulf itself. There it was time out for lunch. Sitting on the last of the weather-beaten trees, we opened our packs and ate our sandwiches. Now and then a little gust of wind would come down the wall. What there is about it 1 don't know, but the wall of snow, the vastness of it all. the trail winding away down the ravine like a sliver of white, that feeling of height, all makes one fight on upward — keep on going. There was no stopping. The climbing became steeper. Each step had to be kicked into the hard snow and tested to be sure that it wouldn't slip. Finally I put my skis on and cut across the Gulf, sidestepping, and picking the places that were the least steep, until I was over the lip where the expanse of sloping snow fields stretched nearly to the top of Boot Spur. A gray rocky ridge marked the upper side of the snow field and distant cairns stood silhouetted against the sky along the Glen Boulder trail. Where there is better skiing, I don't know. Here you can look down into the valleys stretching away into the distance with noth- ing above bin the black rocks, bleak and windswept, with that cold wind that makes your ski pants vibrate. Here you are a small bit of living matter alone fighting the elements to the very top and then sweeping in long arcs down a half mile of open snow un- touched by anything but the wind and storms. Where else can man be greater, yet more insignificant? Where else is he more dependent on himself and his skis? Where else is he more at the mercy of a sudden storm? There stand the rocks, worn by ages of wind, sleet and rain, indifferent to anything living. They may shelter or kill without ever knowing which. There the wind blows constantly. If you slip, little does it care it just blows. Life may come and go, but the storms go on and the black rocks stand alone. Perhaps that is why a climb is such a challenge. The will to win the top and defy the elements comes over a person and makes him go on up, up to the summit. — Courtesy Ski Illustrated 10 The February 1947 WINSTON POTK A peaceful February scene: Chocoran Village and Mt. Chocorua OUR HOBBY by Anne Catherine Janda IN AUGUST 1924 we two — my husband and I — became ac- quainted with New Hampshire. Born New Englanders, we were familiar with New Hampshire. In the days of our youth when asked to name the states comprising New England, we had recited glibly, "MaincNewHampshireVermontMassachusettsRhodelsland Connecticut.'' Oh, yes, we were familiar with New Hampshire, but it took a climb to the summit of Mount Moosilauke to start a hobby which after nearly two decades still holds its fascina- tion. Fascination has become a deep abiding love for New Hampshire mountains, lakes, and streams. The hobby started as mountain climbing, but being constructive, grew and still grows. We two have not only collected mountains New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Rural mail delivery an the Dundee Road, North Conway to Jackson and a mountain diarv, but streams, hikes, pastures, AMC huts, trails, rocks, trees — and views! The nice thing about this part of our hobby is, that while we have collected all these things, they still remain available for other collectors and lovers of New Hampshire. We have also collected material for a scrapbook birds, flowers, Colonial churches, and ministerial anecdotes (many taken from the N.H.T.) a list of books read on Xew 1 lampshire, the TROUBADOUR, pictures, and people who have become life-long friends. Another sort of chart has been started which we call "Xew England Briefs" by this time the hobby has grown beyond the boundaries of Xew Hampshire. Our latest branching out has become a source of much pleasure to us two and our friends. Colored movies of the mountains bring Xew Hampshire into our home whenever we be- Thi February 1947 come nostalgic for mountain scenery, and again we live through the events of the particular climbs pictured. Incidentally, we have climbed more than seventy-five peaks of the White Mountains, some once, others as many as a dozen times. The record for any one peak is sixteen visits. A pood hobby should grow, should become a source of education, and the hobby begun on Mount Moosilauke lias become just that. We are grateful to New Hampshire for the enriching influence it has had on our lives. Articles and pictures of familiar bits of New Hampshire we find in the TROUBADOUR hike us bark to happy days spent in our adopted state. FISHING TEAM GOES CO-ED DOVER'S citizens who take pardonable pride in their high school fishing team, believed to be the only such institution of its kind in the country, are now informed that the stptad has gone co-educational, and that the so-railed weaker sex is also listed in the ranks of the high school Iz.iak Waltons. Thus, Dover is the first to organize a formal fishing team, and the first to teach fishing lo girls. We predict many happy marriages may be based upon a mutual understanding of the wary trout and fighting salmon. The little woman who is tolerant toward early risers who return with tall tales and muddy boots is a gem indeed. It has long been a husband's lament that the little woman doesn't understand the fisherman. Now it remains for our own high school to take the first step toward correcting a situation that has prevailed since the days of Daniel Boone. Envy the lucky fellow who gets himself a girl who ran put the worm on her own hook. — Dover Democrat Mew Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: Sleighing for Fun in New Hampshire. Color Photo by Winston Pote. BACK COVER: Typical New Hampshire Winter Scene. Photo by Winston Pote. FRONTISPIECE: Looking south from trail on the summit of Cannon Mountain. Photo by Winston Pote. ^V3F Thorsten V . Kalijarvi, editor of the TROUBADOUR for the past year, is now at work in Washington, D. C, as analyst of international relations, legislative reference service, Library of Congress. Dr. Kalijarvi was executive director of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission from 1942 through 1946. Flights to Keene and to Portsmouth have recently been added to the Northeast Airlines system, which has also improved its service between Concord and New York. Newport's campaign to collect funds for a statue commemorating Mary and Her Little Lamb, the children's poem written by Sarah Josepha Hale of that town, is gaining popular support. Billy B. Van, veteran stage and radio performer of Newport, who launched the drive 14 during the town's last annual winter carnival, heads the call for donations toward a memorial to that well-loved poem. The voters of Newport appropriated $300 for it at their last town meeting. Present plans are for a small marble statue of Mary and the lamb, with a plaque containing the little verses which, it is said, have been translated into more foreign languages than any other poem in history. New Hampshire will lie represented at the sportsmen's shows this month with an exhibit by the State Fish and Game Department at Mechanics Building, Boston, February 1-9, and at Grand Central Palace, New York, February 1 5-23. ^yr The Dartmouth College library now has more than 600,000 books. Acquisition of 19,146 volumes during the past year raised the total to 616,570. ^VJT The west side of Grantham Mountain in the township of Plainfield has been chosen for the site of a three-million-dollar year-round recreational resort, according to a 7 he February 79-17 recent announcement. The 2,200- Corn, Wheat, Rye, Peas, Beans, acre development is to be known as Croydon Hills. Flax or Oats, Bulls, Oxen, Cows, Calves, sheep or Goats, Beef, Pork, Mutton, Butter, Cheese. Or any produce that you please. Our land is crown'd with milk and The New Hampshire November 18, 1817 My friends, upon you now I call, To settle with me, one and all And pay me up without delay Or I will call — ANOTHER WAY!!! Which, if you arc inclined to do, Will please me better than to SUE But if you don't, I'm not mistaken. Here lives a FORSAITH and an AIKEN, Who unto you will surely say, " Make out your friend his honest pay". And then you'll have to pay the debt, Likewise the C O S T — 'twill make you fret. You had much better pay me first, And of two evils, shun the worst. On some I've waited many years, Too long by far to me appears. I'll wait no longer, now REMEMBER, Than the last day of next DECEM- BER. Prepare yourselves before that day, Call and settle, and try to pay. I will take almost anything, At a fair price you're pleased to bring. Hew Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N. H. Patriot — Y ou've honey, everything this year but Money And if you've not one single groat, Pray call and settle give your Note. Comply with this, I'll thank you always, Your humble servant, THOMAS WALLACE. Goffstown, November 10, 1817 ^vir CALENDAR PICTURE DETERMINED HER FUTURE Littleton, N. H. (AP) A Littleton snow scene on a calendar called former telephone operator, Helen Briggs of Greenwich, Connecticut, to New Hampshire. Although she had never been in the state, the calendar picture made such an impression that Miss Briggs moved to a Littleton farm when she retired two years ago from the American Telephone and Telegraph Company. Now she is one of New Hampshire's most enthusiastic boosters. — Boston Globe 15 K y •/^•"••- r Today, I left my work to walk with you On sun-flecked, snow-smoothed garden paths — our feet Marked with a satin sound — the sharp air sweet To breathe— the sky, a dome of crystal blue. We touched the frosted branches of each tree — And smiled to see the winging, white flakes fall Like stars to tangle in your hair— How small, Yet, how delightful such brief joys can be. And though I came back to my tasks undone, I'm glad I left my work to walk with you, Because the growing years are short and few, When beauty can be shared with a small son. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour TROUBADOUR NEW HAMPSHIRE STATE LIBRARY Governor Charles M. Dale and Family The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPI' YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE IIII HERESODELIGHTFUL.ITISSENTTOYOUBY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR VOLUMExvi THORSTEN V . KAUJARVI, editor January, I 947 A New Year's Greeting! NUMBER 10 TONIGHT the New Hampshire hills lie silent and snow-blanketed under a motionless s\ irl of brilliant stars. The cheerful lights of town twinkle, and the streets arc almost deserted. This is a scene of peace and contentment, an ideal setting in which to con- template the challenges and promises of the new- year. To all TROUBADOUR readers I wish a happy and prosperous New Year, with success in meeting the problems of the day and of the future. May this new year bring you increased health and happiness! New Hampshire Troubadour CHARLES M. DALE Governor 3 THE GREAT WHITE HILLS by Ernest Poole (Excerpts from the book with the same title.) Most of us in these mountains now look for an immense increase in skiing and other winter sports, skiing is oldet than most people know. More than a thousand years ago historians in China spoke of the Snowshoe Turks, the Kirgiz and Bayerku and Liu-Knei tribes, who on "snow sucks" skied in Siberia and north ol the Gobi Desert and far up in Kamchatka. In these last decades, in Siberia, New Zealand and Australia the sport was revived and in Europe it spread from Norway and Sweden, Germany, Austria and the Swiss Alps all through the Balkan countries and down to Greece and France and Spain and the ace skier of Italy told me just before the war that 70,000 were skiing from XIt. Aetna m the Alps. Countless thousands of ski troops were trained and their numbers were multi- plied in the war. From these hills Walter Prager, Selden 11 at ma and little Dick Durrance, American champion, trained ski paratroops in the Rockies. Thousands of their pupils served in Alaska and over- seas. Will they stop skiing when they come home.' I doubt it. Once you've really learned the game, you never want to give up this racing down the mountain runs. Moreover, as the life of this nation speeds up for most young people, they will want ski centers close to their jobs and for the eastern pari of out country this high region is (lose even now , and soon the air services being planned from the cities will bring it closer still. So it is thai our prophets are talking of week ends when all through the great White 11 ills tens of thousands of skiers will come dovt n in great airplanes from the sky for two dats of while magic here, and in Summer busy men in New York 4 The January 1947 may lly up in an hour or two for week ends with their fami- lies. So this mountain area will be i ipened up as never before, as a place for the raving of recreation and rest in our summer and winter sports, in boarding schools and slimmer camps, hotels and sanitaria. The lish and game resources will be developed and increased so will die nails and mountain Inns, ski runs and jumps, snow carnivals. And these will be by no means only for mere visitors, for all these activities will keep here thou- sands of our young folks who in die pasi drifted oil'to the towns, and to diem will be added thou- sands of others weary from war and tired of eilies. who will come and settle down, some to run ski inns, stores and shops and others to teaeh in schools or to help in our .sanitaria. For young doctors of die both or mind I know no liner work in life than to develop mountain homes for boys disabled or exhausted by war, to put nets life into litem and either send them back reach to cope with cities or keep them here and lit them into work in this new life in the hills. [thousands of young couples, loo, will come up and buy old latins. i modern methods and modern tools die farm labor will be .Yew Hampshire Troubadour Monadnock Mt.Jram Petarborough EAMES STUDIO Ml. Adams from die glen somewhat eased and made to produce as never before, and close ready markets will be here. Wood lots will be developed, too our larger forests will be conserved and tlicir products will be used in big and little shops and mills to give employment the year around. Easy? No. On farms the labor will still be hard, weaklings will be weeded out and only the strong left as new permanent citizens. But for all hill lovers a grand clean life is waiting here, nor will it be lonely as in the past, for not only will the airplane, the automo- bile and the telephone bind us all by closer ties, but to us in these mountain homes the radio and television will add their service to that of the city newspapers which come here now. The noted con- ductor Stokowsky once spent a couple of nights in our house and he prophesied that to countless homes will come the music of great orchestras not only from this country but from all over Europe, too, while the art treasures of the world will be pictured by tele- vision. "When you wish to see some lovely old Chinese vase in a museum overseas," he declared, "you will go to your telephone in the morn- ing and ask that it be shown to you, for a small charge, perhaps to- 6 The"January1947 HAROLD ORHE night at nine o'clock and at that hour on your screen that same lovely vase will appear, and a scholar speaking in English will tell you about it as he turns it this way and that." So even to our mountain homes the future world may come at night. But outside there will still be the deep pine forests all around and the mountains looming high against the frosty silent stars. In a million million years from now, by slide and erosion they will be levelled nearly down to our valleys, so the geologists say. But mean- while men will still look up to the hills whence cometh strength for bodies, minds and spirits in this tumultuous world of ours. BOSWORTH OLD HALL RUGBY HUBBANDS BOSWORTH 286 E d ito r: NEW HAMPSHIRE TROUBADOUR Dear Sir: Though, alas, I may not be a "prospective motorist" in New Hampshire, could I please have a copy of your "Autumn Foliage Bulletin"? I expect that it isn't enough sweet agony for me to re- ceive the TROUBADOUR each month — that I must tear the wound which was caused at parting nearly forty years ago with more vi- sion of the countryside I love so well. I expect that the enchantment of remembrance makes me believe that each stick and stone of New Hampshire has special virtue, that nowhere else on earth do the brooks run so gently, nor is the air so golden, no lakes are ever so sparkling, no birds so melodious nor flowers so lovely. Where else do tiger lilies consort with a wayside post-box, or blue-birds sing among pink apple blossoms against a clear crisp sky? Where ever else can sunshine be silver on the bark of birch trees and golden on their leaves — sparkling living sunshine — unhampered on its way from Heaven? Neiv Hampshire Troubadour 7 October 14, 1946 I have much for which to thank my friendly countrymen — especially during our need in England —but to whomever has caused the I Rtn HAOIII i< to be sent to me so regularly I owe a debt of gratitude which it is hard to explain for it comes from the vers mots ol my being the very heart of m soul which receives so much joy from your little publication. Am 1 overbold in asking for further courtesy? tf so I hope you will forgive my longing. Very truly, 1 lit IN ( Avmnii.i. P.S. It may be of interest to you to know that I pass uw eopv on to the Headmaster of Rugby School — there he and the youth of England may learn of beauties of our home stale. THE BATTLE OF MT, WASHINGTON Lf <L. y. Eoiktr The time came when our peaceful kind Was faced with warring change An enemy swept in and took The Presidential Range. Their generals found upon the map Mi. Washington's elevation "Now that's the place," they cried, "for guns! A post for observation! "East's highest point, with train and road - Oh, militan blisst Don't bother with the oilier peaks, We'll concentrate on this." 7 he January VW m >-^r*> j€ 10 They sent up troops with guns and bombs And watched for bloody news But weeks went by. They onlv got White Mountain post card views. When scouts were sent to stir things up, The scouts would disappear And send back coded messages: "Grand! wish that you were here!" The generals said, "We'll see ourselves—" They found there was no seeing. Mt. Washington was in a cloud. But they enjoyed the skiing. No observations could they make To fire off a gun. The snow went but the cloud remained The trails, they learned, were fun. So when the cloud blew off they were Too busy with the quest: Was Huntington or Tuckerman Or King Ravine the best? Just as they found the lesser peaks Were quite as good for play, The war came to an end and they Were told to go away. And, as they packed their rusty guns In sad evacuation. They murmured, "Let's come back next year For our two weeks' vacation!" The January 1947 SINGING YANKEES by Lewis Gannett THEY say that Americans arc not a singing people, but there is the record of the Hutchinson family to confound such skeptics. Philip D. Jordan, a history professor with an obvious frustrated passion to become a novelist, tells their story in "Singin' Yankees" (Univer- sity of Minnesota Press, S3.50). The Singing Sons and Daughters of Jesse It was about 1839 that signs were posted on the Town House of Milford, N. H., and in the covered bridge, proclaiming that "The eleven sons and two daughters of the tribe of Jesse will sing at the Baptist Meeting-house on Thanksgiving Evening at 7 o'clock." Old Jesse Hutchinson liked to hear his children chant the anthem written to commemorate the conversion of Deacon Giles's distillery into a temperance hall: "King Alcohol is very sly, A liar from the first, He'll make you drink until you're dry, Then drink because you thirst." But Jesse got tired of the eternal noise he made his children practice outside the house, behind a rock in the hay field, and he refused to contribute a cent when four of his offspring set off for Boston to study singing. They earned their way one as a type- setter, another sawing wood, and two tending store. One, to his own distaste, even served rum and whisky by the glass, which was then a normal part of grocery-store routine. They called themselves the "Aeolian Vocalists" when they gave their first pay concert by candlelight in East Wilton, N. H., for a net profit of six and a half cents. Already they had composed, and set to gospel music, the song that was to make them fatuous, "We've come down from the mountains of the Old Granite State," ending New Hampshire Troubadour 11 with a recitative of the thirteen Hutchinsons' Biblical names. In the summer of 1842, in a two-horse $75 carryall, three brothers and twelve-year-old sister Abby set out on tour upstate to Dartmouth, across the Connecticut River to Woodstock, Yt., down through Saratoga Springs to Albany and back East to Boston. Musical suc- cess came faster in those days than in this. The success of the Hutchinson family's first concert, in Melodeon Hall in Boston, on Sept. 13, led them to engage the hall again on Sept. 17, and to give a third performance on the 20th. "Get Off the Trad'' I lies sang temperance songs, a tear-jerker called "The Vulture of the Alps," and stirring anti-slavery songs composed by the Hutchinsons themselves, such as "Get Off the Track" ("the Emancipation train is coining") and "lite Bereaved Slave Mother." The public loved their home-grown balladry. The) even sang in Xiblo's Garden and Saloon in New York for a fee of $50(1, which must have hurt their teetotal consciences. They toured England, and while London was cool, Charles Dickens invited them to dinner and the provinces welcomed them, Then came trouble. The stay-at-home brothers were jealous the) formed a rival troop, billed under the same name and singing the same songs. The original group broke up. Some of the boys married, and the wives wanted to sing, too. Some formed other partnerships at one time five dillerent Hutchinson combinations were on tour. And eventually their insistence upon anti-slavery songs got them roundly hissed in New York and barred from the halls in St. Louis. For almost half a century some of the singing the Hutchinsons were on tour. One group of Hutchinsons toured the mining camps of California in the 1850s. Another helped popularize "John Brown's Body" at the beginning of the Civil War it was they who made 12 The January l<>17 "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground" familiar toward the end of the war. Mr. Jordan acutely points out that the early Civil War songs were belligerent, the later ones homesick, as in other wars the author and composer of the mournful strains of "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground," an old New Hampshire friend of the I lutchinsons, was a soldier himself. One of the original group died of a fever, but his voire continued to be heard, by William Lloyd Garrison among others, at the spir- itualist seances conducted by the fox Sisters. One became insane and committed suicide. Still another helped found twin pioneer communities, named Harmony and Hutchinson, in Minnesota. Singing for Pence John Hutchinson survived longest. It was he who. at Cooper Union in 1870. put across "The Drunkard's Child" ("You ask me why so oft, lather, the tear rolls down my cheek. . . . It breaks my heart to think that 1 ant called a drunkard's child"), lie sang at the Republican National Convention of 1892 and in 1905 went to Portsmouth to sing the disputing Russians and Japanese into peace. He was eighty-four at the time. The outlanders didn't listen to him, but a fifty-year-old singing teacher front Washington fell in love with him and married him. All this is rich Americana. Unfortunately, to get at the gist of the story, one has to wade through Mr. Jordan's earnest efforts to repro- duce Hutchinson family conversation as he thinks it may have sounded. Mr. Jordan is belter as historian than novelist, and the facts are eloquent enough without fictional grace notes. For the Ilutchinsons were American folk singers of significance. From our smug plateau of 1 ''46 it is pleasant to recall that a century ago they were singing "There's a good time coining, boys, A good time a uniug. . . . Nations shall not quarrel then. To prove which is the stronger." — From the New York Herald-Tribunt New Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: M t. Jefferson from the glen between Pinkham Notch and Gotham. Color Photograph by Winston Pote. BACK COVER: New Hampshire winter. Eric Sanford. PAGE NINE: Tuckerman Ravine. Victor Beaudoin. ^jor September 17,1946 Thorsten V . Kalijarvi, Editor TROUBADOUR Concord, New Hampshire Dear Sir: One ofour great pleasures at our summer home Deep Shadows," located on the side of Bald Mt., West Campton, N . H . (seven miles north of Plymouth) is to watch nightly for the turning on of the beacon light .11 mountain station, Iramway, Cannon Mt.Thelight must b e a t least thirty-five miles away b u t w e see it clearly from o u r sightly home. It shines brightly like a great star, and we often won- der o n h o w many other homes it is casting its warm hospitable glow. Would it be possible to arrange alittlewriteupabout itinTROUBA- ln1!k.'I,o(atedasilis,nearK inthe centre of the state, it must have b e - come dear to hundreds. 1 1 Cannon Mountain from our Cottage resembles a prostrate child — We call her Baby Stuart — In the morning when t h e s u n shines brightly on the rose colored ledges which form the left wall of Franconia Notch we see her as a strawberry blonde — She is our breakfast guest and lovely to look upon and at night we know she is still there b y the twinkle of the diamond on the tip of her nose, brilliant in the blackness. The light spreading cheer a n d comfort across t h e countryside is symbolic of the great eternal light, so very near a n d ever present in these majestic mountains. We hope brightly. ^y it will always shine Very truly, LENA P . KNOWLTON The State Forestry tion Commission lias gift to the state of the Madison boulder, the largest boulder in New Hampshire, and ten acres of land from Frank E . a n d Robert Kennett of Conway and Leon O . Gerry of Concord. T h e mighty rock, which was brought two miles and de- posited in its present position by The January 1947 a n d accepted t h e Recrea- HAROLD Madison BouUer the great glacier, is estimated to weigh 765(1 tons, is 70 feet long, 30 feet wide and 40 feet high. The site will become a new state recreation a r e a ^jor NEW HAMPSHIRE AUTHORS AND BOOKS "The Countryman's Cookbook," by Haydn Pearson, published by Whittlesey House, New York, price $3, contains many New Hampshire recipes, personal references, and attractive photographs of kitchens and harvest scenes. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. The Dartmouth Winter Carnival will be held February 15 and 16, 1947. The New England Sled Dog Club plans to schedule sled dog races every weekend during Janu- ary and February at New Hamp- shire town and community winter carnivals. The excellence of winter driving conditions in New Hampshire has brought great fame to the New Hampshire Highway Department, which promises to maintain its usual efficiency during the present season. Crews go into action at any time of day or night. A system of observation and reports assures prompt notice of storm or other conditions calling for plowing or sanding. Many of the highways are entirely clear of snow and ice a few hours after they have been plowed. ^yYJr New Hampshire is to have a booth and exhibit on the fourth floor of the 1947 Motor Boat Show to be held at Grand Central Palace, New York, January 10-18. 1 5 NOSTALGIA by Roslind E. Wallace For one brief glimpse of mountains' winter charm: New Hampshire in her glistening garments clad Far distant from the easy things of man, Entranced by ever-changing peaks ahead: All urgency of life and pressing claims For mountain's winter charm a poor exchange. The winding roads now white with purest snow, And icy rivers winding through the glen Oh, what great rapture thrills all those who know And oft return to mountain heights again— To memories and enchantments that enthrall, Land of all joys. New Hampshire beautiful. iHg 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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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 APRIL 1951 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 H, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord. New Hampshire under the Act of March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XXI APRIL, 1951 CONFESSION by Frederick W. Branch You ask why I never write Of love that smiles through tears, Of truth and beauty and the might Of faith that laughs at fears And why, instead of these, I write Of floods and fields and walls. Of trees and trains, and eyes that light When Spring's first robin calls. There's beauty in a bridge's flight And courage in a train There's faith in orchards blossomed white And truth where cables strain. Why do I never catch the beat Ol love that smiles and sings? Perhaps my soul has dusty feet Instead of soaring wings. Number 1 New Hampshire Troubadour From "Land Of The Yankees" COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! by Rudolph Elie in The Boston Herald Some day, before I am too old to bail out a rowboat, I should like to catch a salmon. For that matter, I should like to catch, 1, lake trout 2, a whitefish 3, a shad 4, a carp 5, an eel 6, a yellow perch 7, a sunfish 8. a horned pout 9, a chub and to, anything. Not really anything, as a matter of fact, because I doubt if there is anyone in Dishwater Mills between July 1 and August 1 who catches as many bass and pickerel as I do. They instinctively realize, when I come by with my casting rod and my immense assortment of gaudy geegaws, that I view with extreme distaste the process of cutting them up for the frying pan. Knowing that they are — when they snap at my bait — merely in for a brief outing in rather more concentrated oxygen than they prefer, they seem to welcome the chance for a visit. We look each other over and part company. The only flaw in this sort of thing is that nobody believes me when I say that I can catch bass and pickerel in Lake Winnipesaukee (which is the principal arena of this singular narrative) any time I feel like it. And without those terrifying helgramites, either. However, what I really want to catch is a salmon, and I have tried every means short of dredging. I know they're in the lake, too, because everybody says so and because there was a picture in the local paper the other day of two fellows holding up a couple of huge ones by the tail. They were game wardens who'd 4 The April 1951 caught them in a trap, but the fact remains they got them. So I know they're in the lake everybody says so. Moreover, a fishing crony of mine, a fellow of indisputable veracity, told me that after ten years of coming up to Winnipesaukee the day the ice went out, he finally found himself right in the middle of a school of gigantic salmon rolling around on the surface feeding on Mies. In two casts with his fly rod, Jim got two salmon, neither of them particularly gigantic. That was ten years ago and he's never seen one since. But they're here Jim says so. Old Harry Perkins says so. too, and he is so eminent in the field of guiding fishermen that he grows a white beard every winter, puts on his red flannel shirt, and comes down to the Sportsmen's Show in Boston to sit around in the New Hampshire booth just to answer questions about salmon and trout fishing and to lend atmosphere to the affair. I saw him in Wolfeboro the other day and we chatted a little while about salmon fishing. He'd just come in with a couple of fellows he'd been guiding and they had a bucket lull of yellow perch and sunfish. The salmon fishing warn’t so good Mrs. Richard Sleeper of Wolfeboro with an eight-pound salmon taken from Winter Harbor. Lake Winnipesaukee. May If. 1950. Other popular salmon lakes in New Hampshire are Newfound, Sunapee. First and Second Connecticut, Merrymeeting. and Pleasant Lake (New London). New Hampshire Troubadour N. H. FISH AND GAME DEPT. Fishing on Paugus Bay, Lake Winnipesaukee, just after ice-out in April. right row, he said, but they didn't git skunked by a damsite. Ain't that a purty mess o' pan fish? But salmon're in here, he added, shoulda seen them big ones we was gettin' a little while hack. So they're in here all right. )im says so and Harry says so and the local newspaper says so and everybody says so. Mr. Corkum, who gets as much dope on the salmon situation as anyone, says they're in the lake too. He runs a sporting goods and men's furnishing shop down in Wolfeboro and everybody, sooner or later, goes in to say hello to Mr. Corkum and buy a new fishing gadget. So in the process they tell him what they've caught and how much it weighed and what they caught it on and everything except where they caught it. Sure, says Mr. Corkum, who has a couple of big ones mounted on the walls of his store, they're in here all right. Everybody says so. Thus inspired, 1 have dragged 40 pounds of spinners from Melvin Village to the Barber's Pole, from the Long Island 6 The April 1951 bridge to Sally's Gut, from Bulrush Cove to Brickyard Cove. I have towed this formidable apparatus, complete with minnow, on the end ol a hundred yards ol copper line at depths of 20 teet, 40 feet, 80 feet, and 160 feet. I have towed this when the wind was coming from the south, east, west, north and all points in between and sometimes from all of them at the same time. I have done this at one mile an hour, two, three, lour, five ami up to 12 miles an hour. Further, in my more desperate moments, I have dangled worms, helgramites, crawfish, minnows, shiners, grasshoppers, old hunks of hread and pieces of red flannel at all depths, in all water temperatures and over all bottoms. 1 have never even had a nibble, let alone caught a salmon. But don't get me wrong. I can get all the bass and pickerel I want any old time. Yet some day, before I am too old to hold a boat rod, I am going to catch a salmon in Lake Winnipesaukee. They're in here. Everybody says so. Local fisherman around Winnipesaukee say you should fish lor "sammun" from "ice out" time (usually in mid-April) until early June. July and August are just naturally tough months to find 'em. Some say right after the ice melts is the best time to fish. Others prefer the period while the lresh water smelt, natural food ol the salmon, are "running" up the brooks to spawn (late April and early May). Still others feel you have best luck when the smelt are through spawning. Of course the answer is simple—just make sure you are in the right spot, at the right time, fishing at the right depth with the right lure, bait, or fly, with the right tackle. That's all!—Ed. New Hampshire Troubadour ~ MY HOME TOWN, PIERMONT by Mildred D, Mndgett Until last summer, Piermont, New Hampshire, was to me just a name. Remembering that my grandfather was born there, we decided to stop and look for the burying ground. We were rewarded with the unexpected pleasure of finding the house built by great-grandfather Tyler over 150 years ago—the first frame house built in Piermont, in which my grandfather was horn. In the house were the hand-hewn beams, to x 16 inches, the handmade bricks used in the 10-foot square chimney with its five fireplaces corner posts in the rooms, and Christian doors. My interest in the early history of Piermont of my Tyler and McConnell ancestors was revived. The Tylers had come up the river from Lebanon, Connecticut, in the fall of 1768. I can imagine what that first log cabin must have been like, for nails and glass were scarce and costly brick and lime were lacking. The logs were probably chinked with mud the chimney made of field stones and there probably wasn't more than one win- dow. Some families actually lived through more than one winter with only a curtain of skins to serve as a door. Fortunately in 1769, wild game was most abundant moose on the meadows and, of course, deer. Hut there were also bears and wolves which destroyed the sheep. Great-grandfather killed a hear in his own yard. Hut the worst disaster was the so-called "Northern Army" of worms in the summer of 1770, when every hit ol corn and wheat was destroyed. Fortunately, the worms letl the pumpkins, and wild pigeons were plentiful. Three Tyler ancestors captured quo dozen pigeons in ten days. The neighbors were invited in for several picking "bees" and « The April 1951 Lobster boats by the Portsmouth. In background each was allowed to take home the pigeons which he had plucked. But the feathers which were left proved to be enough for "four very decent beds," according to great-great- m grandfather. The pumpkins were made in- to "pumpkin dowdy" (stewed a long time until brown) and then frozen tor pies. When the apple harvests were plenti- ful, the community had apple- paring "bees." For it was not unusual to make fifty mince pies at a time and freeze them. New Hampshire Bridge over the Piscataaua River. - Maine docks at is the Interstate Another disaster pursued the early settlers of Piermont, for in 1771 the Connecticut river overflowed its banks and buried their fields in two or three feet of sand. Fortunately, there were some bright spots in the history. The first wedding in Piermont in 1772 was that ol my great- grandparents. The bride was not quite thirteen years old. In the next lorty years, she bore thirteen children. Alter a quarter ol a century of raising a family in log cabins, I am glad she had her last fifteen years in the frame house which we saw last summer. It must have seemed like a palace to her. A graphic description of the arrival in Piermont of great- New Hampshire Troubadour Q DOUGLAS ARMSDEN grandmother Sarah and her parents, the McConnells, has been preserved. A man on horseback found the family miles from Piermont, most ol them barefoot with their household goods on a broken-down horse, but the family was laughing as well as scolding and crying. The decision to send the 12-year-old girl and the two-year-old child ahead with the rider, who had found them, met with a problem. Sarah could not stay on the horse riding side-saddle, so her mother suggested, "in laith, there must be a leg on each side of the horse." The rider carried the two-year-old in his arms and tried to keep him awake by com- menting on the howling of the wolves. When they reached Piermont at midnight on a moolight night and the rider brought the children into his home, he fainted. The McConnells were some of the Scotch-Irish Presbyterians, who were forced to flee from Ireland after the fall of London- derry. These immigrants brought with them the newest skills in spinning and weaving flax, a skill which was as important in Colonial days as the ability to make yarn out of wool. Although eight ol great-grandmother Sarah's thirteen children were girls. who could help her, she must have been efficient to clothe and lecd a family ot fifteen persons, especially in the years after the Revolution, as well as during the war years. Her lather, Capt. Thomas McConnell was already serving in the Revolution, when her husband Jonathan enlisted in Col. House's company. When our army retired from Ticonderoga at the approach ol the British, Jonathan was captured by the Eng- lish. Since he seemed to be a model prisoner, after a while he was allowed to help build a block-house on the east side ol Lake Ceorge. After a few days, the axes needed grinding, so the British allowed Jonathan to go to the spring just over the hill to 10 letch some water. He hung his pail on the hark spout Irom the spring and while the pail was rilling, he took "French leave." For four days, he and his companion lived in the woods on leaves, buds, twigs, and roots until they reached a settlement, l.vcntually he received a pension of $8 per month for his ser- vices, which must have helped a hit in the support of a family ol fifteen. Piermont is now much more to me than just a name. It is really my home town, lor everyone was so cordial that I felt like a prodigal daughter returning to the ancestral home. I like to remember Peaked Mountain lor which the town was named, standing out like a giant pier. Spring skiers running the steep upper slope of the i'tttkerninn Raiine llendnull on t. Washington. WINSTON POTE CURRIER MOUNTAIN by Robert S. Monahan Visitors in the White Mountain National Forest will find a new name on their maps, when the next editions are published. Pine Peak, the 2800-foot summit in the Dartmouth Range over- looking Jefferson and Randolph, has heen officially renamed "Currier Mountain" by a recent decision of the U. S. Board on Geographic Names. Few among those who live and work in the White Mountains need an introduction to the late Horace Currier, whose thirty years of service in the White Mountain National Forest coincided with its first three decades of development. Visitors may not have become so well acquainted with the man personnally, but they know the works he left behind him. They travel over Forest roads which were built and improved under his supervision, they stop at Forest Camps which he helped plan and develop, ant they hike on trails that he WINSTON POTE blazed years ago. That immortal critic of the White Mountains, Starr King, has written that at no other point than Jefferson Hill can a visitor "see the White Hills themselves in such array and force." And in the foreground of the panorama extolled by Starr King rises Currier Moun- tain, where it belongs. Currier Alot/n/aiit. {///ring into the skyline in left center directly over elm tree. Son/hern /teaks of Presidential Range on left. Dart- mouth Range on right. Taken from Carter estate in Jefferson. BEFORE I GET TOO OLD by Henry Davis Nacl/g, Jr. ( a g e 15) Before I get too old I am going to huy some property in New Hampshire. New Hampshire is the hest place to hunt, fish, trap, or lor any other outdoor sport. If you're the kind that just likes to relax lor a few days or take life easy. New Hamp- shire is just the place for you. Northern New Hampshire parti- cularly is the most scenic place in New England with all its mountains peaks. There is Mt. Washington. Twin Mt., Fran- conia Notch, which are all very interesting places to visit. The thing 1 especially like about New Hampshire is that in some parts the forests are quite dense and it is I tin hiking along through big thickets of trees and brush. Every summer our family visits my Aunt, who has a gift shop near Dixville Notch, which is about fifty miles from the Cana- dian line. We have wonderful times at her place. There are about ten good fishing streams within a few miles' radius and we en- joy fishing practically all day. When we finish fishing we take home our catch and then sit around and take it easy. One of the outstanding experiences that 1 have had at my aunt's Iarm is when we decided to take a hike up Signal Mt. The mountain has a fire tower and we stayed overnight with the warden in his cabin. It is interesting to hear him tell all the tales which he had gathered during his five years on the mountain. All in all you can't beat New Hampshire in anything. So be- fore I get too old I am going to buy land near my aunt's and build a few nice cabins so that I can go up there and stay every summer. New Hampshire Troubadour ] X FRONT COVER: The village of Cornish. Color photo by Win- ston Pote. BACK COVER: A s u m m e r cottage on Lake Wentworth, W olleboro. Photo by Eric San- ford. FRONTISPIECE: T h e fire look- out tower and airplane beacon on Mt. Kearsarge, near Warner. Photo by Ralph F. Pratt. New Hampshire visitors are remind- ed to be extra careful to avoid starting fires during the spring "fire season." After the snow melts and the dead leaves and grasses dry out, the tiniest fire may become serious. Troubadour readers may be interested to know the county in which autos bearing New Hampshire plates were regis- tered. The first letter in the registration designates the coun- ty, as follows: B—Belknap. C— Carroll, F—Cheshire. F— Straf- II ford, G—Grafton, Ff—Hills- borough, L—Hillsborough, M Merrimack, O—Coos, R—Rock- ingham, and S—Sullivan. My Thoughts of East Wakefield The little waxes that lap the shore Make me think ol Fast Wake- field more and more. The blue, blue sky, and the big white clouds Are all bunched up in big white crowds. The big tall pine is really mine. The blue-green lake, tor Heav- en's sake, Is just another home I take. All this is really my home ami shield. And that's what I think of Fast Wakefield. Carolyn Porter (age 8) West Medford, Mass. The April 1951 A letter written to the Editor of the Dayton, Ohio, Daily News: Perhaps our Dayton people would be willing to read of some experiences of a late hay fever exile who found relief in New Hampshire which, in Oc- tober, is the most beautiful ol all our states. T h e frost touches the trees early and words can- not adequately describe t h e magic color of the maples with every shade of red, carmine, scarlet, vermilion, orange, and gold. . . The state offers visitors the Cathedral of the Pines near the Bay State border. This great grove of stately trees is on a lofty pinnacle or knoll overlook- ing two bodies ot water with a mountain as a background. Here twenty-seven religious sects have held services . . . The Cathedral is a memorial by the Sloane family to Lt. Sanderson Sloane, killed in action in Ger- tnany in the Second World War. In surroundings of ravishing grandeur and beauty have been New Hampshire Troubadour EVANS PRINTING CDMPANT CQNI i !'•• N. H. erected before the congregations' seats of massive planks an altar, a lectern, a baptismal font, and pulpit, with stones from every state in the union, from the Dead Sea, Mount of Olives, Vatican, Coliseum, Creat Wall of China, battlefields, and sites of famous events in history. It is not advertised. There is no charge. There are thousands of reverent visitors from all parts of the nation and the world. There- is no obligation. All is free. Mr. Douglas Sloane spoke to the crowd. He pointed out rare and beautiful stones in the font and lectern, the petrified wood from Arizona and Idaho, and then we were startled to see him point to a stone near the top of the altar and say "This stone, known as Dayton limestone, is from the quarry from which the Old Courthouse at Dayton, Ohio, was made, said by the late eminent architect, Ralph Adams Cram, to be the finest thing in America. Roy G. Fitzgerald 15 ^'?* '•Mr*" A LOW OPINION — Dorothy Hanson Today on my no-trespass sign A robin sat— Copper-colored, pert, Possessive, fat. You're welcome, Iriend, to all The meadow view The prohibition's not Designed for you. Only mankind are trespassers By law's decree. An angleworm, of course. Might disagree. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour BEAVER FALLS In Colebrook on the road to Stewartstown Hollow—Not as high as Montmorency, nor as mighty as the Niagara. but as beautiful in its simpiit ity The New Troubadour Hampshire One may now have primitive conditions or all modern comforts in log cabins high in the Xew Hampshire hills. Far from the city streets and city frets, one may find peace, quietness, and inner harmony The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, sinjiinK the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempi you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful, it is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission. Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. edited by Thomas 'Dre/er VOL. i NOVEMBER, 1931 A Village Makes Use of Ancient Crafts NO.8 FOR six years the people living in and near Center Sandwich have been developing skill and increasing their incomes by making things to be sold by the Sandwich Home Industries. Hundreds of persons have visited the building which houses the industries to see and to purchase examples of native handicrafts. Each rug, andiron, table, basket, pair of fire tongs, chair, bench, stool, luncheon set, jar of jelly, or what not, has been made within the limits of the town, and each thing is sold on a co-operative basis. Only ten per cent commission is deducted from the sale [trice. All the rest goes to the craftsman who did the work. If it were not for Mrs. J. Randolph Coolidge this organization would not be what it is. She has been the New Hampshirt Troubadour Page 3 the leader and inspirer, and it was Coolidge money, too, thai provided the original capital. More should be done elsewhere in the State to encourage home industries. Governor Winant recently appointed a commission, of which Mrs. Coolidge is the head, to co-operate with leaders in other towns. It is possible that eventually there may be a sufficient amount of home-made- products of the Sandwich kind to justify the formation of a co-operative marketing organization for tin- state as a whole. In tlie meantime the Sandwich Industries offer ideas and inspiration to other small towns. Visitors to tlie state also find a trip to Sandwich a pleasant adventure. The view from the high hill just before one drops down to Center Sandwich on tlie road from Moultonboro is one of the finest in the state. How one Man Bought a New Hampshire Farm IT is certain that there are no better satisfied owners of a farm in our state than Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Watts. They have a house in Bronxville and another in Florida, but the place that means most to them is their farm home at Effingham. How they went aboul buying their place may interest you. The New Hampshire Troubadour Last spring Mr. Watts told his real estate man to invite proposals from all real estate dealers in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Massachusetts. Three thousand inquiries were sent out and four hundred replies received. This number was thinned down to seventy-five and that number of sets of pictures were furnished. Mr. and Mrs. Watts went over all these pictures and decided in favor of nine possible places. The first place they visited was in Maine. That on closer acquaintance did not appeal. Next was the George Towle place at Effingham. They liked that at once, but couldn't resist the appeal of another place that offered a house filled with antiques as a lure. This house was delightful but was turned down because, as Mr. Watts says, "there were too many gas stations and hot dog stands in the vicinity." As they were about to start on their second day's journey, Air. Watts and his wife agreed that inas- much as the Towle place was liked by both of them, there was little sense in looking further. They bought it immediately and workmen have been busy there all through the summer months, clearing out under- brush, trimming the fine big trees, opening up vistas, painting buildings, making flower gardens, and giving new life to the place. What adventures did you have in buying your New Hampshire home? / h, i .1 //um/i.s/an' Troubadout bi.r •- Manly boys are helped to become still more manly in Davis Field House and Gymnasium at Dartmouth College, Hanover. Under the inspiration of one of our country's recognized leaders. Dr. Ernest Martin Hopkins, Dartmouth is known as a place where students are taught to think as individuals and by so thinking to prepare themselves for usefulness in world affairs The Bards Stood High in Ireland PEOPLE who sing the good deeds of their country- men ought to be given a high position. Those who go about looking for the best in all persons and things, and who tell others about their discoveries, encourage people who are doing good work to do still better work. In Ireland, in the good old days, the king could wear a robe of seven colors. Next to him was the graduate bard, who wore six colors. Lords and ladies /',,,•,• t, The Hampshire Troubadom were permitted five governors of fortresses, four officers and gentlemen, three soldiers, two and the common people, only one. How many colors should we be permitted to wear, those of us who are singing the praises of New Hampshire and New Hampshire's worth-while people? After renting houses in the Lake Sunapee section for a couple of years, Samuel Crowther, the internationally known author, bought an old farm and is having a great time fixing it up without robbing it of the original simplicity, lie rejoiced especially when he discovered an old dam that was built more than ioo years ago in order to provide power for a little shop that turned out bowls for ships' compasses. The dam is built of blocks fully two feet square. The first thing Sam knows, he'll be a permanent resident and may open that shop again. He ought to practise in New Hampshire what he and Henry Ford talk about in their books — that is, getting people back into the country and providing them with factory jobs out where they can live on their own farms. Last summer more than 50 per cent of the sales made by Stewart Bosson of Meredith were of old places bought for the purpose of restoring them and Thi Wow Hampshire Troubadour Page? maintaining their original type. Old age does make its contribution of beauty. An old house that has been lived in for generations offers its new owners many fine treasures. As our secondary roads are improved, more and more of these old places attract people who want summer homes that may possibly be used all the year. era There Is Solitude in New Hampshire, Too Tut: camp on the shores of Dan Hole Pond, where George Rockwell spends as much time as he can spare from his business in the city, is reached by what is little better than a trail. One who doesn't care much what may happen to his car may get there by motor. The town road which one must take to reach the gate at the entrance to George's place is one over which it is well to drive carefully. When any attempt is made to improve that road, George bursts forth into what sounds like profane language, lie knows that bad roads insure privacy, and it is privacy and solitude that he wants when he goes to the country. Good roads, you see, may be bad roads in the sight of some people. It all depends upon what one wants. We asked (Ieorge one time what would happen if he were to meet another car on that narrow road. ! The New Hampshire Troubadour "If I met another car," answered George without hesitation, "I'd know it was time for me to move elsewhere." One doesn't have to move to the Galapagos Islands to find solitude. George Rockwell has found all he needs on Dan Hole Pond in New Hampshire. One of the newest of our hydro-electric plants. Fifteen Mile Falls Dam, Monroe. Electricity now enables people far in the country to enioy milking machines, iceless refrigerators, and motor-operated machinery, banishes kerosene lamps from the houses and lanterns from barns, provides cheap power for large and small manufacturing plants, and makes life richer and pleasanter The New Hampshire Troubadour Why Not Become Winter Visitors, Too? NOTHING makes The Goose so tarnashun mad as the question summer visitors often ask her when they call at her farm for Jersey milk, or to borrow a cat, or possibly a dog. They ask, "And what do you do up here during the winter? "Their at- titude is, " You poor souls, how can you exist away off here in the country when there is snow on the ground and there are no summer visitors with whom to talk?" The Goose (who in private life is Mrs. Alvin Hatch) printed this paragraph in her column in The Granite State News: "Fellow natives, what is your favorite answer to the remark made at your kitchen door, to the effect that after the summer people have betaken them- selves to their winter activities, we are left in a somnolent state without anything whatever to occupy our hands or minds (if any)? The Goose has never seemed to assemble just the right collection of words politely to convey the idea that we really live in the winter time. The notion seems to prevail that we kind of go to den like Harry Libby's bear and that only with the coming of spring do we dust ourselves oil and resume our normal activities. The pleasant way to clear up this haze would be for the summer folks to see more of us in the winter time. We'd like that tremendously and we feel sure they would too." Page 10 The New Hampshire Troubadour So, if you really want to know what fun it is to live in New Hampshire after the summer activities end, tome up in December or January or February — or any other month listed on your calendar — and you'll learn for yourself. Have you watched the snow drifting white across a meadow? Have you sat with a good look before a blazing fire? Have you gone sleighing? Or taken part in a picnic on the lake, with plenty of hot cocoa and good things to eat? Or had a jolly evening with a neighbor? Or gone skiing? Or taken a walk on snowshoes over the hills? Or stepped out of your house on a clear winter morning and just sniffed the fresh air? Or attended those jolly country dances? Or just dropped in on a neighbor for a friendly chat? There's true neighborliness and rich, quiet, comfortable living in the country era Two Boys and a Donkey TOMMIE HUNTER and Norman Updegraff just drove by in a rickety four-wheeled cart drawn by a somewhat reluctant donkey. They were moving forward, as any one with fairly good eyesight could tell by watching them pass a given mark, but they were in no danger of breaking any speed laws. Judg- ing by their laughter, though, they were wasting I'll-- New Hampshire Troubadour Page 11 Old stone bridges are vanishing from our trunk roads, but for many years you will find them as you see this one on our of the roads near Keene. Lovers of our state hope that in the future old stone and old covered wooden bridges will be maintained to remind us of a life that is past, even though modern traffic creates a demand for a wide steel or conrete bridge a stone's throw away none of their time wishing they were driving a high- powered roadster. Boys here in the country, where city competitive standards have not penetrated, are still fortunate in being able to find their pleasure in simple things. They do not feel compelled to keep up with anybody else'. They live their own lives. Curiously enough they find so many interesting things to keep them occupied that they seldom get into mischief or be- come heart-breaking problems to their parents. Even I, sitting here at my desk in what was once the old chic-ken house, chuckled as I watched the Page /-' I ia New Hampshire Troubadour two boys pretending they were slow race charioteers, or whatever it is they were playing .it being. Their happiness communicated itsell to me just as the happiness of all happy people enriches those who look on and tire at all receptive. Uprising versus Downsitting Our good friend, John Nolen, city planner and landscape architect, who has done so much to beautify cities and towns all over the I fnited States, tells us he heard a very amusing statement as to the lack of progress in communities. A discussion of public opinion brought out the statement thai progress is not impaired by the uprising of radicals, but by the downsitting of conservatives. If we had a great deal of money, which we have not, we would buy one abandoned farm after another and remodel the old buildings. Usually the only ones worth remodeling are the pioneer build- ings. Those built within the past ( tiarter of a century are nsitally ugly. The local contractors evidently wanted to show what they could do with curlicues and bay windows and jogs in the roofs. They saw no beauty in the simplicity of the early colonial. Hut, fortunately, there are left hundreds of the old build- ings that stand as a permanent invitation to those who tire thinking of owning beautiful country homes. The New Hampshire Troubadour One of the studios at the MacDowell Colony at Peterboro. Here, certainly, is a living monument to a great composer, erected by Mrs. Edward MacDowell who has dedicated her life to materialising her distinguished husband's dream. Here writers, musicians, and other workers in the tield of art, are given the opportunity to do their work under conditions that approach the idea! You can find in our state the kind of life you want. You can spend your time in luxurious hotels. You can own your own cottage at some exclusive country club like Bald Peak. You can rent or own a farm and live as simply or as luxuriously as you please. Free camping sites invite you to pitch your tent. You can find a location for your own cabin in a national park. Scores of over-night camps offer different qualities of accommodations. Even in the dead of winter you can find what you need if you are a lover of weather that makes your blood fairly sing through your reins. "It is our ultimate hope," said Governor John (',. Winant in one of his VVBZ-WBZA broadcasts, "to have our visitors sufficiently impressed with life in New Hampshire to become ultimately identified with community and state activities and join us as legal citizens of the state." Perhaps, if you continue to read The Troubadour regularly, you will respond to that invitation. Why not plan to join the Boston and Maine winter trips which are to lie held again this year after the snow falls? On some Sundays last winter over 1,000 persons filled the special trains. Eventually these Sunday trips on special trains will develop into week-end trips. More and more of our present summer hotels will become all-the-year-round resorts. New Hampshire Troubadour Jeanne Phelps, thirteen, who lives with her mother and grand- mother on a farm near New Boston every summer, takes care of two horses and her own flock of hens. She waters, feeds, and cleans the horses, and handles her chickens like a young business woman. She had 190 hens this past summer. Not many girls have more real enjoyment. Jeanne would like to live on the farm all the time. Possibly if you have children who do not know what to do with them- selves, or cannot keep out of mischief, a farm stocked with animals of their very own may be the solution of your problem. I Those city people who own New Hampshire homes are forming the habit of eating Thanksgiving dinner in them. Thanksgiving par-ties in the country are great fun. For forty years Dr. Charles Jefferson, one of America's most influential and best loved preachers, has been summering at Fitzwilliam, not far from Mt. Monadnock. He came first as a student preacher. Later he built bis own cottage and persuaded many of his friends to follow his example. When he preaches in the tillage church on the last Sunday in I'h? New Hampshire Troubadour August, people drive for a hundred miles or more to hear him. At 71 Dr. Jefferson still plays tennis. New Hampshire helps people to live long and happily. Winter visitors find much sport in our state. Why not enjoy your Thanksgiving Day turkey in New Hampshire this year? Strenuous Alpinists may struggle up the steep face of this cliff and refresh themselves afterwards by bathing in the clear waters of the little lake. Mountains and lakes are tossed hittier and thither for the amusement of the lovers of out-of-doors Ibige Is The Simple Things of Earth are Loveliest By Margaret E. Bruner A lire on the hearth, the lamplight's glow The hour when the heart rinds peace and rest, A mother's lullaby crooned soft and low The wayside blossom, tiny woodland stream That sings a happy, lilting roundelay Solt, Billowy clouds that drift as in a dream, The hush of dawn, the sun's last flaming ray The friendh' trees that give of fruit and shade. The tendrils of the grape-like clinging hands I I there are scenes more gorgeously arrayed, But these the heart has known and understands. Mankind has reached the pinnacle of potter, Idas Conquered land and skv and ocean's crest, And yet. when comes the heart's deep, prayerful hour, lie knows the simple things are loveliest. RUMFORD PRESS. CONCORD. N H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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