5 10 89 https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/f2fbc46844856534ce1818242f25d51b.pdf afa4b093e06175d560879426695c0ba6 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 New Hampshire Troubadour APRIL 1950OH!' Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty ami opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. Stale Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act oj March 3, 1S79. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Wasted Hours Lj ffUora ^JJdhon flutter There was a day I wasted long ago, Lying upon a hillside in the sun An April day of wind and drifting clouds; An idle day and all my work undone. The little peach trees with their coral skirts Were dancing up the hillside in the breeze; The grey-walled meadows gleamed like bits of jade Against the crimson bloom of maple trees. And I could smell the warmth of trodden grass, The coolness of a freshly harrowed field; And I could hear a bluebird's wistful song Of love and beauty only half revealed. I have forgotten many April days But one there is that comes to haunt me still A day of feathered trees and windy skies And wasted hours upon a sunlit hill. Volume XX APRIL, 1950 Number 1 —From “Dreams and a Sword” 3 New Hampshire TroubadourTHE LAST FIFTY YEARS IN NEW HAMPSHIRE hJ-Z mine Squires On the 31st of August, 1899, Mr. and Mrs. F. O. Stanley of Newton, Massachusetts, drove their “Stanley steamer” up the carriage road on Mt. Washington. It was the original ascent of that mountain by automobile, and a fitting augury of the remarkable changes that the next fifty years were to bring. In this brief survey of those changes in New Hampshire life since 1899, three questions will lx* [wised and answers sought: How have New Hampshire people altered their ways of making a living? What new developments in the art of living together have they devised? In what spiritual and intellectual ways have they reacted to the fast-flowing tides of change? The U. S. census in 1900 showed New Hampshire to have a population of 411,588. Slightly more than 53r< of these people are described as “rural,” i.e., living in the country or in villages of fewer than 2500 population. By 1940 the rural proportion had dropped to 42%, and by 1950 it was expected to be still lower. At the same time, however, the product of farm and field in terms of dollar value rose steadily during the years after 1900; by 1949 it was approaching $70,000,000 in annual value. T he establishment of the State Department of Agriculture in 1913, an extensive growth in poultry raising, the appearance of the 4-H Clubs and the County Agent, State control of the milk market and a great increase in tested dairy herds, the modernization of the maple products industry, — all these have been notable agricultural developments in the Granite State since 1900. Transportation in the last half century has similarly changed. Edwin V. Mitchell in his charming / lit Horse and Buggy Age in NewEngland has reminded us diat 1900 was the high point of the equine era. There were then fewer than 8000 automobiles in all the United States, and at least 20.000,000 horses. Harness makers, blacksmiths, gristmills and feedstores. livery stables, giant snow rollers in the winter, and dusty roads in the summer, in New Hampshire as elsewhere in the nation were apparently basic aspects of American life. Yet within fifty years what a difference! Old Dobbin has almost disappeared, an ox team is a rarity, more than 100,000 motor vehicles are registered in New Hampshire alone, and even the “Iron Horse” is not the imposing figure he was in 1900. New Hampshire’s modern highway development began in 1905 with the passage of the State Aid Road Law. A short stretch of bituminous road was laid near Nashua in 1908, and the original stretch of concrete highway put down in Hooksett in 1918. Interstate bus service started in 1923 between Manchester and Lowell, and interstate air travel began in 1934. . I rerifi/ photograph of an old blacksmith shop in Lancaster, C. URBAN SHOREYDuring the same decades consolidation in New Hampshire’s principal industries — textiles, shoes, and timber products — waxed and then began to wane. In the latter 19th century New Hampshire had 6000 industrial establishments; today the number is perhaps one-sixth that number, but fortunately increasing. The prototype of the early 20th century industrial giant was the Amos- keag Mills in Manchester, at one time the world’s largest cotton textile factory. By 1935 such consolidation brought its own downfall. and today the single establishment of yesteryear is functioning as several dozen varied and independent industries. In 1950, as in 1900, manufacturing, including such activities as printing and the processing of materials from Mother Earth, is New Hampshire's chief method of earning a living. The expansion of the recreational industry in the Granite State over the last fifty years has been impressive. Even in the 19th century thousands of persons came annually to New Hampshire, to enjoy its mountains, lakes, and forests. Since 1900 the numbers have hugely increased. The establishment of the 600,000 acre White Mountain National Forest in 1909 was followed a few years later by the beginning of State forest reservations. Today these have expanded into more than twenty attractive State Parks. In the last fifty years golf clubs have dotted the State; numerous boys’ and girls' camps have been founded; and many summer theaters have flourished. Tourist accommodations have been so well developed that it is now possible to “sleep” 75,000 visitors to New Hampshire at one time. In recent decades the Cannon Mountain Aerial Tramway, the Cranmorc Mountain skimobile, the Belknap and Mt. Sunapee chair lifts, “snow trains" and “winter carnivals,” the efforts of the six regional agencies in the State, and the skill of the State Highway Department in maintaining good roads have raised tourism to unprecedented heights. Thousands of Granite State men and women now derive their livelihood from this important industry.What new developments in the art of living together have New Hampshire people devised in the last half century? In candor it must 1k‘ said that, more important than any single act of will by our people themselves, have been the effects of the social revolution throughout the whole nation wrought by technology in the last fifty years. Among these effects which have influenced New Hampshire mightily have been the wide use of electricity; the marvels of modern medicine, hospitals, and public health; radio and television; the moving picture; the automobile, tractor, and truck; frozen foods and fuel oil; consolidated schools; supermarkets and synthetics of all sorts; and many other technological changes of our age. All these developments have altered our whole manner of living together, and in New Hampshire as elsewhere their impact has been profound. Nevertheless, in other ways by deliberate acts of their will Granite State citizens have altered the pattern of public and group life. In 1899 “Old Home Week” was begun: two years later the present judiciary system was inaugurated; and in 1909 the direct primary law was instituted. In 1911 New Hampshire adopted theThe Christian Science Church t nation's first workmen’s compensation law and did pioneer work with the idea of a Public Service Commission, child labor regulation, and factory inspection legislation. During World War I the Granite State furnished more than 20,000 men for the armed services, invested upwards of $80 million in war securities, and produced the author of that famous song, “The Long, Long Trail.” A quarter of a century later, during World War II, New Hampshire gave 59,000 men and women to the uniformed services, and in war bond drives and by interim buying invested more than $539 million in the cause of victory. In other ways New Hampshire people reacted to the problems and needs of the contemporary world. In 1936 after devastating Hoods and again in 1938 after the terrible hurricane New Hampshire showed the traditional New England spirit of surmounting grave difficulties. In 1905 the State’s oldest city, Portsmouth, was host to the Conference which ended the Russo-Japanese War, and in 1944 its largest hotel at Bretton Woods sheltered the conference which led to the creation of the International Bank and the International Monetary Fund. In 1949 New Hampshire was proud to furnish the granite cornerstone for the I'niied Nations headquarters building now being erected in New York. In what spiritual and intellectual ways have New Hampshire people reacted to the fast-flowing tides of change since 1900? Among Protestants there has been a noticeable increase of thenut ml. titilicuicii July /7, 1901. EMC M. SAN FOR I ecumenical spirit, and a lessening of narrow sectarianism. Among those of other faiths similar trends have been at work, and all religious people have cooperated closely in manners of social reform and general welfare. “Brotherhood Week” in 1950 for all the United States was headed by a distinguished Catholic son of New Hampshire. Throughout the half century service clubs, youth organizations, fraternal groups, women's clubs, and welfare agencies, all with a basically religious motivation, have had a steady growth and a far-reaching influence. Traditionally partial to the “district school,” New Hampshire did not establish a real State school system until 1919. As early as 1901 the Normal School at Keene had been established, to do for the southern part of the State what its older sister at Plymouth had long done for northern New Hampshire. In 1923 the modern University of New Hampshire at Durham was organized, and has rapidly grown to a status of leadership among institutions of its kind. In private education Dartmouth College attracted students from all over the nation, as did Colby Junior College, Exeter, St. Paul’s, and Holderness. Other fine schools flourished, both on the secondary and higher level; among these were the Catholic colleges of St. Anselm. Mount St. Mary, and Rivier. In the field of books and the arts New Hampshire had a proud record over the years since 1900. In 1950 almost every Town in the State had a free, tax-supported, public library;an efficient State Library furnished “bookmobiles”; and in per capita circulation of books New Hampshire ranked high among the forty-eight States. Early in the century Augustus St. Gaudens was a towering figure in the art colony around Cornish, and his beautiful home and studio are now a public preserve. Daniel Chester French, a native of Exeter, gained world renown from his creation of the Lincoln memorial in Washington in 1922. The handsome Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester opened in 1927, and the Orozco murals at Dartmouth became famous a decade later. Since 1908 the MacDowell Colony at Peterborough has been a stimulus to writers and musicians, while at nearby Swanzey in 1914 Joyce Kilmer was inspired to write his immortal poem, “Trees.” In summary it is clear that New Hampshire has changed amazingly in the past fifty years. Yet, as Carleton J. H. Hayes has properly reminded us, the forces of continuity are always stronger than those of alteration. Underneath, the character of the Granite State has been constant. It was no accident that the F.B.I. reported in 1946 that New Hampshire was the most law-abiding State in the nation. Perhaps with this thought in mind, the late Lawrence Shaw Mayo wrote in 1948: “Conservative they are indeed, these country people of New Hampshire . . . but it docs not follow that they arc dull. Far from it! They are as shrewd as they are conservative, and so must occupy pretty nearly the first place among the shrewd peoples of the world. . . . That is merely one phase of the uncanny sense which gives unusual value to their judgments upon everything from uncertain weather to even more uncertain human nature. ... Is it possible that the countryside in which they live is a tiny cosmos containing all types of human character? . . . Perhaps it is so. At all events their keenness in judging individuals is equalled only by their knowledge of human nature in general.” It is a tribute of which New Hampshire folk in the middle of the changing 20th century have a right to be proud.EARLY SEASON FLY FISHING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE Lj 3. W). Cakitt When I was too young to know better I believed that it should be possible to catch New Hampshire trout with artificial flies on any day during the open season if one knew how to do it. Older and more experienced fishermen advised me to stick to bait at least until apple blossom time. My first few years of fly fishing experience was in streams, and May 8 was the earliest date I could record for success with flies. Then one year, it was 1936 I think, we had advanced weather, and I took some good rainbows from a stream in western New Hampshire on dry flies on opening day (May 1). Since that momentous (to me) date pond fishing for trout has Tnvhvrman Harinv is in thv background ant! thv I'ini,ham \olch ( amp of t hr I pfxilachian Mountain ( Iah is in thv forvtfround. i/tril is thv tinw u hvn Tnrkvrman Havinv is mast fnt/mlnr far skiinfi. WINSTON 1*0 IKreceived considerable popularity, thanks largely to a program of reclamation and scientific management and stocking by the New Hampshire Fish and Game Department. Because of the comparative ease of reaching the trout’s feeding level with Hies in the still water of ponds, and the fact that aquatic insects comprise the bulk of the trout’s diet in many ponds, it is usually possible to make a satisfactory catch on artificial Hies on opening day, even when streams are running high with snow melt water. In spite of the fact that most opening day fishermen rise long before dawn and are on the streams and ponds at sunrise, the best period to fish on May 1, with either fly or bait, usually comes between 12:00 o'clock noon and 4:00 1\M. in both streams and ponds. Dozens of experiences could be cited to prove this. The reason, probably, is that the water temperature during that period is the highest of the day, which stimulates activity and hatching of aquatic insects. The insect larvae or “nymphs” crawl out of their hiding places on the bottom and swim to the surface to hatch into winged flies, and trout, which feed while the eating is good, go on a little spree. When you see insects, usually various types of “duns" or cphemcridae. rising from the water, it is usually a sign the fish are feeding even though they do not splash the surface. As the fisherman becomes more experienced he learns to choose his waters for early season fly fishing according to geographical location, weather and water conditions, and physical character of the stream itself. For instance, streams in northern New Hampshire may not reach good condition for fly fishing until June. A precipitous boulder stream is difficult to fish during high water. Some streams are open and shallow and warm up earlier than others. It all depends. Last year the season was advanced and the weather was very warm on opening day and a few days previous. As a result of the warm weather, the largest “hatches” 1 ever saw of the flies imitated by the angler's quill Gordon and Hendrikson artificials wereswarming in clouds over the streams in central New Hampshire that we visited. We had good luck on a quill (Jordon wet fly. Early in my fly fishing experience 1 was told that the solution of the whole matter was simply “to find the fly on which the fish are feeding and use it.” It may sound paradoxical, but belief in this saying caused more headache and failure than success, for the simple reason that trout, darn 'em. do not act in a logical way, and much of the time, especially early in the season, it is difficult to find any connection between the natural Hies in the trout’s stomach and throat and the artificial fly we catch them on. If you don’t believe this, try fishing with a drab, insect-like fly such as a blue dun on some north country “native” trout stream, then switch to a Parmachene Belle, which looks like nothing in nature, and see which the little beauties prefer. It will lx‘ the red and white Belle almost every time. Big trout often feed extensively on small fish, and it is sometimes possible to switch from a small fly made to imitate an insect to a bucktail or streamer fly designed to imitate a minnow and increase Spring skiers nl the Spur Cabin of I hr Harvard Mountain Club nrar Sherburne Ski Truil and Tucker man Karine, Mt. Washington. WINSTON TOTEthe average size of one’s catch. Big rainbows in several New I lamp- shire streams 1 have fished seem to go on an annual feeding spree about mid-May, and 1 have had some very fast and thrilling sport by Ix'ing there at the right time with the right pattern of bucktail fly. although it is admitted that such jackpots are lucky accidents. The very fact that trout are so obstinate, stubborn, temperamental, and illogical most of the time makes those rare occasions when they behave as we feel they should more interesting and satisfying. It is the greatest thrill to be on a stream or pond when a “hatch” of natural flies such as blue duns, crane flies, caddis, or black gnats is in progress and to take them on an artificial fly imitating the real thing when they just won’t touch anything else. And it is especially gratifying to catch one’s trout on flies on opening day. Here’s a hint — trout usually feed near bottom early in the season. Cast a wet fly well upstream from the spot where you think the trout is skulking and let it come down to him on a slack line, sinking as it comes. When you think the fly is near the bottom in front of the trout, retrieve your line slowly. The fish thinks it is a fly rising from bottom to hatch and . . . well, maybe he’ll grab it. This year the legal daily take of trout in most waters of the state, except streams and some ponds in Coos County, is ten per day instead of the fifteen of previous years. The droughts of the last three years have decimated the population of natural trout in many streams south of the White Mountains, which will put increased pressure on the trout stocking program. By fishing with artificial flies the fisherman can get much more fun per fish, and with a little care can easily release small trout without harming them. The study of natural trout stream insects and the practice of trying to perfect skill in presenting artificial flies properly is so much fun that trout in the stream become more important than trout in the pan. Since the more popular angle worm, which often puts more trout in our baskets, also has a disastrous effect on small trout, fly fishing is one form of conservation, as well as a lot of fun. 14 The April I'M)Front Cover: Church at Hampton Falls. Color photo by Douglas Armsden. Back Cover: Looking downstream on the pool at Franconia Notch. Photo by Winston Pole. Frontispiece: The east branch of the Saco River at Intervale. Photo by George Hill. The fifth annual New Hampshire Folk Festival of old-fashioned square and country dancing, folk dancing, singing, crafts, foods, and other folk lore, will be held May 19 and 20 at the Belknap Mountains Recreation Area, Gilford. The festival is sponsored by the New Hampshire Folk Federation, which recently established itself as a permanent organization by the adoption of by-laws and the election of officers. Brownlow L. Thompson, Bristol, is president of the Federation and chairman of the Folk Festival. Information about Warner is contained in a new folder called “Life with Warner,” by the well known writer Freeman Tilden. Copies are available on request to the Warner Planning and Development Association. HOeCHARK I.air s/o inti shirrs on Mi. \toosilaukr. ami view to thr south. New Hampshire Books and Authors Land of the Free, a pioneer story for children by Mildred Clawson Flanders, the Northam Publishing House, Dover, N. H., SI.50, published in 1949, is now in its second printing. This attractive book, which Dover schools are using, tells of the adventures of a pioneer boy, whose family settled in the place which is now Dover, New Hampshire. It tells also of the hardships, the loneliness, and the difficulties which pioneer children shared with their parents in establishing a home in the rugged wilderness. Yew Hampshire Troubadour 15Beside a clear New Hampshire brook * If one has eager eyes to look. In clustered charm Arbutus grows The fairest flower that springtime knows, A bit of heaven surely clings Close to the ground and ever brings Memories of my native earth Which hold for me abiding worth. * (The Wilder brook. E. Peterborough) —by Katherine Wilder Ruggles formerly of Peterborough, New Hampshire /w1 APR 6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour195004 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour April 1950 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1950-04 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. The magazine was printed between 1931 and 1951. 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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 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 The New Hampshire Troubadour August 1944 By winding roads, through pasture lands, 'Long streams thatflow by hidden ways, The graceful elms lift up their heads In mute but perfect praise. — WARWICK JAMES PRICE F. R. WENTWORTH The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. SUBSCRIPTION: 50 CENTS A YEAR DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME xiv August, 1944 JUNE 6, 1 944 by Kenneth Andler ON THE SIXTH DAY OF JUNE in the year of our Lord, 1944, there occurred in Europe an event unparalleled since 1066: the Invasion. On that day, too, in our New Hampshire village something took place unprecedented in local history: a prayer meeting on the Common. Of course, this local incident as seen against the backdrop of the stupendous European event was of only microscopic importance, but examination of the design of a snowflake may be as interesting and instructive as the contemplation of the blizzard of which it is a part. If anyone had told us a few years ago that it would be possible to collect from the whole town of Newport even ten people for an outdoor prayer meeting open to all faiths we would certainly have thought him crazy. Prayer meetings even in churches haven't been held for years. But such was the impact of the news from Europe that in spite of threatening weather some two thousand persons gathered for the occasion. New Hampshire Troubadour 3 The Common at Newport WALDRON'S STUDIO This day of prayer which was, of course, observed in many other places was instigated here by the commanding officer of the local State Guard company, a man not essentially religious but, as a veteran of the last war, intensely patriotic. Opened by him. the meeting was conducted by ministers of the Congregational, Meth-odist and Baptist denominations, by a Roman Catholic priest and by a leading Jewish citizen. The Common is an exceptionally large village green surrounded by ancient elms and maples. Near the center of it stands the Monument, of native granite, the statue of a Civil War soldier in rather heroic proportions. At the north end of the green a sizeable elm, set out as a sapling after the last war, grows in living memory of those who gave their lives in that conflict. Only a week before, on 4 The August 1944 Memorial Day, the State Guard had fired a volley here and a bugle had sent its liquid notes echoing out into the hills, its silvery music gathering up into one knot all the emotional strands connected with that day. Here on D-Day, near the monument, around a platform erected for the purpose, gathered the people at a prearranged signal sounded on the fire alarm to offer prayer at 5:30 in the afternoon. The speakers used a public address system. The throng was silent, attentive, reverent. There was none of the confusion usually asso- ciated with open air meetings. It was a church outdoors. An accomplished fact is a real thing, and having occurred, it is indisputable. But I venture to say that as the years go by this prayer meeting will be looked back upon with wonder and amazement by those who were there. And succeeding generations who are told about it, if they are living in normal, peaceful times, will look upon the people of this generation much as we have been accus- tomed to regard the early Puritans who conducted family prayers each day, that is to say, as very rare birds indeed and not like the flesh and blood human beings we know. Such descendants of ours if enjoying the soft and safe ways of peace will no more understand us than we have understood until lately those hardy pioneers living in dangerous times who frequently called on a Power greater than themselves for aid. In the so-called debunking age of the twenties, if I recall correctly, some doubt was cast on the incident of George Washington kneeling in the snow at Valley Forge to pray. Who would doubt that today? Who would look upon it as a curious event in a remote and vague past? On the contrary, it seems as up to date as today's newspaper. The numerous incidents, in this war. of men adrift in open boats praying for rescue, of religious services held before sanguinary battles attest to the old, old fact that in times of trouble men call upon God for help. It becomes clear to us that the people in olden times, whom we have thought to be more religious than we New Hampshire Troubadour 5 DOUGLAS ARMSDEN The Dolly Copp Camp Ground, Pinkham Notch, White Mountain National Forest are, were no doubt a great deal like ourselves, but were plunged into the shadow of overwhelming events as we have been and that we are reacting much as they did. This isn't a sermon. I'm trying to report and explain what happened here. But even an agnostic would have sensed the tremendous moving power of faith, and anyone grown cynical of America would have felt here a power greater than armaments. At the close of the meeting the assembled multitude said the Lord's Prayer. The voice of the throng was as one voice and as the words went up into the tall elms we knew instinctively that here was an America we had read about but never seen, the heart of a country of many faiths but with one mind, one enduring purpose: with God's help to free this country from the challenge of aggres- sion and to gather her sons back to their own firesides. 6 The August 1944 NIGHT SOUNDS NOT long ago we spent a night in the city. It was hot. We could neither read nor sleep. So we listened. Mostly we heard the horns of taxis. Every few minutes the roar of a train. The drumming of airplanes. About 3 a.m. a dance party disgorged noisily with shouts and laughter. Soon after that the early trucks started rumbling. Ash cans were tossed in the alley. It was morning, and we'd had about 40 minutes snooze in the bed that cost $5.50. How different are the night sounds on our New Hampshire sleeping porch. We hear the bell of the Amherst town clock, slow and mellow, and the faster strike of the Milford clock. There's something about the night striking of the old town clocks that is comforting one kind of strike we are happy to have. The other night noises are restful too. All summer we have listened to distant cowbells. The treetoads fill the night air with their shrill songs. An airplane goes over. Far away a dog barks and is answered from a different direction. A cricket starts chirping. Then far up the river a bullfrog tunes in with a deep "cuttychung, cuttychunk." Faintly we hear the rumble of a distant truck on the state road. A whippoorwill joins the nocturnal orchestra. The noises one hears in a country summer night, even to the flutter of a moth against the screen, are music, soothing and com- forting. The striking of the clocks, the distant cowbells, the sleepy twitter of a bird, the far-off frog . . . perhaps we are unkind to mention them before our metropolitan friends whose nightly slumbers are gained in spite of the din of bands, trains, trolleys, taxis and alcoholics. — A. B. ROTCH — in the Milford Cabinet New Hampshire Troubadour 7 Top row, left to right: Hooper Golf Club, Walpole (ORNE) Canaan Street sidewalk with a row of maples each side (SHOREY), year round log cabin home at Wolfeboro (ORNE). Bottom row, left to right: Summer camp girls boarding "The Swallow" trip around Lake Winnipesaukee (ORNE) The Old Swimming Hole, Gale River, Franconia (POTE) "Hey, Fellow! How's about a little boat ride for me?" Lake Shore Park, Winnipesaukee (ORNE) Endicott Rock Park, The Weirs, Lake Winnipesaukee (ORNE). BEQUEST FROM THE POORHOUSE Excerpt from "TALKS ABOUT BOOKS AND AUTHORS" by William Lyon Phelps PROFESSOR EMERITUS OF ENGLISH LITERATURE, YALE IN THE POCKET of a ragged coat belonging to one of the inmates of the Chicago Poorhouse, I am told, there was found, after his death, a will. The man had been a lawyer. So unusual was it that it was sent to an attorney and the story goes that he was so impressed with its contents that he read it before the Chicago Bar Association, and that later it was ordered probated. And this is the will of the ragged old inmate of the Chicago Poorhouse. I, Charles Lounsberry, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do hereby make and publish this my last will and testa- ment in order to distribute my interest in the world among suc- ceeding men. That part of my interest which is known in law as my property, being inconsiderable and of no account, I make no disposition of. My right to live, being but a life estate, is not at my disposal, but, these things excepted, all else in the world I now proceed to devise and bequeath. Item: — I give to good fathers and mothers, in trust for their children, all good little words of praise and encouragement, and all quaint pet names and endearments and I charge said parents to use them justly, but generously, as the deeds of their children shall require. Item: — I leave to children inclusively, but only for the term of their childhood, all and every flower of the field and the blossoms of the woods, with the right to play among them freely according to the custom of children, warning them at the same time against this- tles and thorns. And I devise to children the banks of the brooks and the golden sands beneath the waters thereof, and the odors of the 10 The August 1944 DOUGLAS ARMSDEN Surf near Wallis Sands, Rye, a part of New Hampshire's beautiful 18-mile Atlantic Seacoast line willows that dip therein, and the white clouds that float high over giant trees. And I leave the children the long, long days to be merry in, in a thousand ways, and the night and the train of the Milky Way to wonder at, but subject, nevertheless, to the rights herein- after given to lovers. Item: — I devise to boys, jointly, all the useful idle fields and commons where ball may be played, all pleasant waters where one may fish, or where, when grim winter comes, one may skate to hold the same for the period of their boyhood. And all meadows, with the clover blossoms and butterflies thereof the woods with their beauty the squirrels and the birds and the echoes and strange noises, and all the distant places, which may be visited together with the adventures there found. And I give to said boys each his own place at the fireside at night, with all pictures that may be New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Echo Lake, Franconia Notch Douglas Armsden seen in the burning wood, to enjoy without let or hindrance or without any encumbrance or care. Item: — To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, with what- ever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red roses by the wall, the bloom of the hawthorne, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love. Item: — To young men, jointly, I bequeath all the boisterous, inspiring sports of rivalry, and I give to them the disdain of weak- ness, and undaunted confidence in their own strength. I leave to them the power to make lasting friendships and of possessing 12 The August 1944 companions, and to them, exclusively, I give all merry songs and choruses to sing with lusty voices. Item: — And to those who are no longer children or youths, or lovers, I leave memory and bequeath to them the volumes of poems of Burns and Shakespeare, and other poets, if there be others, to the end that they may live the old days over again, freely and fully with- out tithe or diminution. Item: — To the loved ones with snowy crowns, I bequeath the happiness of old age, the love and gratitude of their children until they fall asleep. DEAR DON, — It's a hard time these fine days to keep an eye on the ball. My gaze roams frequently to two framed Maxfield Parrish posters that have hung on the walls of my office at this Post ever since I reported for duty. You will remember sending them to me. For three extremely hectic years these posters have served as constant reminders of the home I couldn't get away to visit. They have been balm for tired eyes and symbols of the peace we all so eagerly look forward to, beautifully illustrating our part of the America we love and are fighting a war to preserve intact. Now that I've reached retirement age, — in the Army one becomes feeble, mentally incompetent and of no further use at the age of sixty, — I am looking forward to returning home, to the clean air and the peace and quiet of the very small town in the hills of the old Granite State. As soon as I have completed the War Department business with which I am presently engaged and finally break away, I intend leaving the posters where they have been for so long, confident that others will enjoy them as I have. Thanks for them and for the help they have been. New Hampshire Troubadour HOWARD A. GOODSPEED, Lt. Colonel, CE, IR. FRONT COVER: Mt. Chocorua. Photo by Harold Orne, hand coloring by Sawyer Pictures. BACK COVER: Jackson Birches. Photo by Winston Pote. Never mind where, but this actually happened recently "somewhere in New Hampshire." A lady telephoned the police station that a strange man had followed her home and was prowling around outside. Two policemen rushed over but failed to locate the prowler and left, telling her to call them if the stranger showed up again and added the comforting information that he was probably miles away by that time anyway. The woman's two children were putting a ouija board through its paces seeking to find the inside dope on the end of the war in Europe, and it suddenly occurred to the lady of the house that she might get better service from the gadget than from the cops, so she asked the ouija board where the prowler was, and it replied that he was right there in the back yard. She looked out of the window and to her horror, there he was. Again the police were summoned, and again their search was without avail. Repressing an eager desire to seek further information from the 14 ouija board, the baffled cops re- turned tt> the police station and started a subscription to buy two ouija boards to aid in the future detection of crime in the city. "The Heart of New Hampshire," by Cornelius Weygandt, long-time summer resident of New Hamp- shire, is the author's fourth book about New Hampshire. Its prede- cessors are " T h e White Hills," "New Hampshire Neighbors," and "November Rowen." It is called "The Heart of New Hampshire" because it attempts to explain what is central and animating in New Hampshire life, as well as because it looks out on the world from a hilltop farmhouse almost within hailing distance of the geographical center of the state. It regards New Hampshiremen as the merriest of the Puritans. (G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York, $3.00). On one occasion in town meeting there was considerable difficulty in choosing a representative. Phineas Farrar, having held that office for several years in succession, it was deemed advisable by many of the leading citizens to choose someone The August 1944 else in his stead, but being divided in their opinions, they were for some time unable to make any choice among the several candidates. A warm discussion was tak- ing place when the old Esquire entered the room. He accordingly rose and said in his own peculiar tone, "Mr. Moderator and gentlemen, let me give you a few words of advice — if you want a man to represent you in the General Court of this State, send Esquire Farrar by all means, for he has been so many times he knows the way and the necessary steps to be taken. If you wish to send a man to Canada, send Col. Joseph Frost, he has two or three sons living there, and would like to visit them. But if you want to send a man to hell send Hezekiah Hodgkins, for he will have to go sometime, and it is time he was there now." — Bemis' History of Marlborough SHORT FALLS, May 25 -- Two 300-pound pigs escaped from their pen Thursday morning and started out to see the world. Arriving at the track of the Suncook Vally Railroad, a few dozen yards from their home, they settled down to wait for the train. Doorway of the "Powder Major" John Demerritt House, Madbury, built 1723. Part of the powder captured at Fort William and Mary, New Castle, December 1774 teas hidden here and later used in the Buttle of Bunker Hill Unfortunately they chose to sit on the track, and the train was delayed some minutes while neighbors and men of the train crew labored to dislodge them. When finally corraled, they traveling pigs were all worn out by their exertions, and had to lie down in the state of collapse, for the rest of the morning. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFOHD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. 15 I SAW GOD WASH THE WORLD William L. Stidger I saw God wash the world last night With his sweet showers on high, And then, when morning came, I saw Him hang it out to dry. He washed each tiny blade of grass And every trembling tree He flung his showers against the hill, And swept the billowing sea. The white rose is a cleaner white, The red rose is more red, Since God washed every fragrant face And put them all to bed. There's not a bird there's not a bee That wings along the way Hut is a cleaner bird and bee Than it was yesterday. I saw God wash the world last night. Ah, would He had washed me As clean of all my dust and dirt As that old white birch tree. — from "Quotable Poems" Clark-Gillespie 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/. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour081944 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour August 1944 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the August 1944 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! </em><!--more--> [gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/August-1944-FINAL2.pdf"] Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1944 Type The nature or genre of the resource Magazine Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant New Hampshire Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT UNDETERMINED: This Rights Statement should be used for Items for which the copyright status is unknown and for which the organization that has made the Item available has undertaken an (unsuccessful) effort to determine the copyright status of the underlying Work. Typically, this Rights Statement is used when the organization is missing key facts essential to making an accurate copyright status determination. URI: http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/UND/1.0/ Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource New Hampshire State Library, 20 Park Stree, Concord, NH 03301https://nh.gov/nhsl Language A language of the resource eng Subject The topic of the resource Dolly Copp Camp Ground Newport Pinkham Notch WWII https://omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/abdd59544e11cee0f3885a48404d161d.pdf e51e79fc7355511a968cd04d4d5adb90 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 XVT/^ New Hampshire Troubadour, ' ' )( ( ' \ } - August 1947The House of Baldwin at Concordroubadour ^Jhe ^ Jew ^ Jfampshire COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVII August, 1947 NUMBER 5 ANTIQUE SHOP h Drederich W. branch The past crowds close about us here To tell its story written clear In pewter, luster, copper, glass, In candle sticks of tarnished brass, In blanket chests and earthen crocks, In trundle beds and wooden clocks: For gathered all around us is The salvage of the centuries, From cubby-holes of house and shed, Attics, and timbers over head, Where thrifty people tucked away Things they discarded yesterday. And there they stayed until at last Enough slow-footed time had passed To bring the days when they should be The treasures of posterity. The village of Tamuxtrth WINSTON POTE THOSE AUGUSTS IN BOSCAWEN ■Lra 2. m son Boscawen is my mother’s native town; and all our childhood Augusts were spent there, with the result that Boscawen is to us a warm, fragrant, green place where crickets, tree-toads, and whippoorwills enliven the night, where great white summer clouds shoulder their way across the hill, and where berry-patches and cornfields are always ripe and waiting. From hearsay, I understand Boscawen also enjoys the rest of the seasons; but my memories are made up exclusively of Augusts. 4 The August 1947Usually some of our cousins were visiting Grandmother at the sume time we were; so that there were sometimes as many as nine of us to climb about the barn, or play in the garden under the crab- apple trees, or go single-file among the pines on the hill, scooping up acorns and pine-cones which we would later fashion into necklaces or weird animals. There were long, sunny days in the fields at haying time, too, and slow, luxurious rides from field to barn on top of the fragrant, swaying loads. There were wild dashes with the Hose Company when the fire alarm sounded; for Grandfather was Fire Chief, and each of his grandchildren felt a personal responsibility to see that town property was adequately protected in such emergencies. The best day of all — the frosting on the cake of our vacation — was Old Home Day. For us that started early in the morning, when we hurried to the Picnic Grove to climb over the bandstand erected there and run in and out among the wooden benches brought down from the Town Hall for the occasion. There were swings for the children, which would fly high among the tall pines; and horseshoe pitching for the men. For the women — broad tables where they could spread the lunches when the others grew hungry! Gradually, the Grove would fill with friends, neighbors, and visitors from far corners of the country, returned especially for the reunion. Frequently during the day, as we went busily about the Grove on the absorbing business of enjoying ourselves, unfamiliar grownups would stop us to ask our family name. When we had identified ourselves, we might be regaled with some anecdote about our mother when she was a little girl; and how we crowed when this happened to be some piece of mischief which, for the sake of maternal dignity, she had been attempting to keep secret! In the evening, there was an entertainment at the Town Hall, usually a play. In some years, Grandmother took part; and, if she had but one line, we would all applaud her vigorously when she spoke it. Occasionally the Entertainment Committee would callupon our mother a week or two ahead of time and ask if we children would take part in the show. This courtesy always pleased us exceedingly. I remember one year, when I had just mastered the acrobatic feat of kicking the back of my head, that I interpolated this into a classic toe dance. How my teacher would have shuddered if she could have seen that performance! Fortunately for me, I had left her far behind in New Jersey. On one of these occasions, the impulse seized me to slip out of the hall during the entertainment and walk home by myself. Probably because I had never before been out so late alone, that mile walk down the highway through the beauty and silence of the night remains one of my most delightful memories. The town seemed deserted. Scarcely a light twinkled from the windows I passed; and the dark, splendid old trees spread a thick canopy above me, blotting out the stars. It was so still I could hear clearly each little night creature singing to itself as I passed. I walked in the middle of the highway; and I am afraid I strutted a little, thinking myself some great one to be abroad alone so late. On the last morning of our stay, we always climbed the hill for a final view of Boscawen; and it is this that most frequently comes to memory. On the summit behind Grandmother’s house was a little cabin from whose porch we commanded the whole town, half buried beneath its towering trees. Our eyes could compass it all in one sweep, from the white spire of the Town Hall to the last big barn near the town line. YVe could see a miniature train running beside the Merrimack, and trace the broad convolutions of the river for miles. We could gaze far across the intervale to the Canterbury Hills; and we could drop our eyes almost straight down to the garden far below us, where two toy figures moved back and forth — our father and Grandfather, pitching the summer’s last game of horseshoes. —From The Christian Science Monitor The August 1947"TROUT-INTOXICATED AND REASSURED'* Associate Pastor oj the Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church, New York City Never have I enjoyed more a visit home — except for the absence of our dear father and mother, though they were present in lively memory — than I did last August. The fields and woods were a heavy green, the lawns and garden inefTably beautiful. The old home, furnished in antique loveliness (yet with every modern electrical contrivance), including the ancestral pieces which had survived the tear and wear of many generations of irresponsibles, bestowed delight, sheer and unalloyed. One sister quickly broke the joyous news that there was a new power lawn-mower. I confessed complete inadequacy in dealing with such a complicated contrivance. At once I was taught to run the contraption. That was all right, but I soon found out that the lawn had been considerably extended; so there was no gain to record in the labor ledger! Then my other sister broached one of her ardent passions — that the old wood- road to the far pasture be “swamped out” again — the road which had been partly obliterated by the birches, Anticipation: Camera fun will snap a picture when her husband hooks a trout. Mas- coma River, Lebanon BOUCHARDalders, hemlocks and pines. Naturally I wished to cooperate, but did you ever tackle an overgrown wood-road after many months of continuous desk exercise? Anyhow, 1 pitched in (with the help of both sisters, who, it seemed to me kept glaring at my waist line and listening to my wheezing!). 1 would not like to boast, in public at any rate, but I did make a fairly good start at it, though I know not why we chose the hottest afternoon of the month to hack our way to the foot of the mountain. Ah, me! Yet there was a sequel. The girls trekked home at last and my path led up the river to the spot where only we few initiated ones ever go. There I secured eight good trout and the dusk-walk home was triumphant joy. No more help around the house from me. The river henceforth uttered imperious commands. (Sisters and wife to their own devices!) The very next day was one of those river days. Clouds, showers. Good old Fred had left the key to the lock on the chain of his noble scow. So, with my brother’s tackle (commandeered again without a single conscience twinge), with abandon I curried the stream. With astounding success, if I may say so, humbly boasting. Proof I have that I brought home the legal limit of specklers on this second foray; you will have to take my word for it that ten of them lined up side by side under a single clump of overhanging bushes, and came aboard Fred’s trim and trusty skiff seriatim. Wouldn’t you have returned for the other five left behind, as I did, the next day which was, alas, the last? And wouldn’t you tell the world about the old man river, about the river and the old man, now young again? In all honesty, dictated by a sometimes irritating “New England conscience,” the trout weren’t large, though they all cleared the law and some were of whole-meal size. But after all, New Hampshire is not a large state! And so, back to the city, trout-intoxicated and reassured. Thanks, girls, and next year never mind the lawn and the road in the far pasture, but hold that river and get that key again! 8 The August 1947A LIFT SHORTENS THE DISTANCE TO BEAUTIFUL CENTER SANDWICH e, Witui ju. In the Boston, Massachusetts, Globe So lovingly the clouds caress his head — The mountain-monarch; he, severe and hard, With white face set like flint horizon-ward. —From “Clouds on Whitejace” by Lucy Larcom. From the hills above Whiteface intervale, on the old road down from VVonalancet, the massive peak of Whiteface shows at its best. Here the vast, high ledges are spread out in full view, and the tremendous bulk of the mountain makes itself evident. It is, I suppose, especially impressive to me, because many years ago I sat one day above those bare cliffs and lunched with Swampscott’s Robert Leonard on the last tid-bits of a once-full pack ... a small tin of anchovies. Today I stick to an easier trail than that which led us to that perch 4,000 feet above the sea. I do my mountaineering here on a friendly road where a rustic sign says “Look to the Mountain,” and I heed it and llranches of a niant pine frame a vista of a beach on Governor's Island. Lake W innipesaukee WINSTON POTEWINSTON POTE Covered bridge and Methodist Church at Stark. A special act of the AW Hampshire Legislature was passed in June 1947 to prot'ide financial aid to the town for repairing the bridge, now more than fifty years old and widely known for its beauty. It had been threatened with destruction to make way for a modern steel bridge. go in past a little red camp to gaze upon the grandeur of the hills. And when my eyes are satisfied and my heart filled, I go on down the Sandwich road again, to ponder now upon the thickening clouds. A bearded patriarch, armed with an ax, is slicing bark from a huge log in his dooryard; so I say, “Good-morning” to him and ask him what he thinks. “Might be showery,” says he, taking a quick look at the threatening sky. And then, with nothing more, he goes back to his task, and I walk on. Later, as I sit on a wall, some miles below. I wonder if the bearded man could have been Wes Tewksbury, “the oxen 10 The August 1947man,” whose picture, with his ox-team, appears on souvenir postcards. I had been told that he lived along this road. I have come now down past the little VVhiteface schoolhouse, at a crossroads where the Sandwich ways dips south, and along another two miles or so through a tiny hamlet with a river that comes tumbling down below it in a series of fine white falls. And, having arrived abreast this inviting wall (and having covered six miles of road, but having walked eight — for I had gone back, after the first mile, to get a forgotten camera) I tossed my pack among the ferns beside it and sat myself down. Here, as I make my notes, I lunch sumptuously on thick sandwiches of egg and ham, and wash them down with great drafts of water from a Wonalancet Mountain spring. Kenneth Hunt’s general store is the only store in the little village of North Sandwich; and there, seven miles from my starting point, I halt again to stock up on cigars and inquire about the road. Center Sandwich, I find, is still four miles away. I was out front, changing a roll of film, when Mr. Hunt said, “How about a ride down? This man's going that way.” Now a true pedestrian, I suppose, will never accept a lift. But in short order I was rolling on my way and getting acquainted with John Weed. New Hampshire Troubadour“This your home town?” I ask. “Yes,” he says, “I was born here, and my wife, too. We’ve just come back here to live.” And by dint of questioning 1 learn how they had moved to Boston when their son started in at Tech many years ago — Mr. Weed giving up his association with his father's prosperous construction business — how first he lived on Harvard Park in Dorchester, which I knew well, and later in Watertown. For 16 years Mr. Weed worked as a carpenter at the Middlesex Sanatorium at Waltham. But his roots were here in Sandwich all those years; and now he and his wife are back and in the old home for keeps. His son is with the Edison Company in Boston. In minutes we had come into this beautiful Center Sandwich village, with its great trees and fine old houses with white fences in front of them, its stone, tile-roofed Wentworth Library (which John Weed’s father, Larkin Weed, built, and on which John worked) and the later Weed-built home of the Sandwich Industries. founded 20 years ago by Mr. and Mrs. J. Randolph Coolidge. There are two wonderful old churches where the North Sandwich road comes in. I asked a woman about them. “That one,” said she, “is the Baptist, and that is the Methodist.” “No Congregational?” I asked; for it is a rare thing not to find an old Congregational church in a New England town. “No,” said she. “But there was a wedding at the Methodist Church recently, and the invitations called it the Congregational- Methodist Church. 1 never heard it called that before.” My lift had saved me four miles afoot and brought me to Sandwich when the afternoon still had hours to run. So I took the lake road, and in two miles was looking down the mirrored waters of Squam — Lake Asquam — which, of the smaller lakes, is the most beautiful I know. I cruised it ages ago with Arthur Graham, now’ of B. C.’s faculty, and learned its hidden rocks. But 1 had not been on this Sandwich shore in close to 30 years.So I stood on the little bridge at the head of Sandwich cove, thinking of those other happy days; and then I walked the two miles back to town again. 0 gems of sapphire, granite set! 0 hills that charmed horizons fret! 1 know how fair your morns can break In rosy light on isle and lake. . . . And evening droop her oriflamme Of gold and red on still Asquam. (Yes, Whittier again.) Country square dancing is popular the year round and is rapidly **catching on" with summer visitors of all ages. Here teen agers are demonstrating at the second annual Netv Hampshire folk festival at Peterborough, uhile Shaker ladies (on stage) and others look on. ERIC M. SANFORD Front Cover: A home in summer at New Castle. Color photo by Douglas Armsden. Back Cover: Along the docks at Portsmouth. Photo by Douglas Armsden. FOR DEMOCRACY The Amos Fortune Forum, which was started July 4 by a group of year-round and summer residents of the Monadnock Region, is a series of Friday evening forum meetings each week through September 5 in the Old Meeting House at JafTrey. Ten distinguished summer residents of the region have contributed their services as speakers. The Forum is named in honor of Amos Fortune, a negro who, by labor and loyalty, succeeded at the age of 59 in gaining his freedom. He came to JafTrey in 1781 and became a highly respected citizen and the best tanner in the region. When he died in 1801, he left to his church, now the Old Meeting House in JafTrey, one hundred dollars for a silver communion service, and to the town left a sum which is now about one thousand dollars for the support of public schools. Amos himself, born a slave, was never allowed to go to school. 14 Promoters of the non-profit lecture series believe the discussions of current issues by the forum resume, in important ways, the discussions held a hundred years ago in the same meeting house and in other gathering places in New England, believe also that such meetings were, and still can be, foundations of democracy. “I have motored through nearly every state in our country, and while opinions may vary with shifting scenes in many places, I always return to my first love — New Hampshire. There is no more charming or beautiful spot. “Particularly interesting to me is the view of Chocorua taken near Scudder’s gate. I have been there some part of sixty years. Then covered bridges, old houses, white churches, rocky fields and zigzag walls and fences — all of them forming the backdrop against which sunshine, snow and rain play a symphony of color, light and music of mystic charm and beauty. No wonder there are fine and gracious folk in New Hampshire. It could not be otherwise in such pleasant surroundings.” Wallace Tibbetts Wellesley Hills, Massachusetts The August 1947NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Steeple Bush, by Robert Frost, Henry Holt, $2.50, is a new volume from the pen of the poet who has won the Pulitzer Prize in poetry four times and who has been the George Ticknor Fellow in the humanities at Dartmouth College since 1943. Journey into Fame, by Margaret French Cresson, Harvard University Press, $4.50, is about New Hampshire’s famous sculptor, Daniel Chester French. Born at Exeter, he molded the familiar Minute Man at Concord, Massachusetts, John Harvard at Cambridge and the seated Lincoln for Washington’s Lincoln Memorial. The author of the book is the sculptor’s daughter. Surveyor in the Woods is an article in July Harper's Magazine by Kenneth Andler (who has contributed many articles to The Troubadour) about the remarkable woodsman from whom he learned surveying. A historical sketch of The New Hampshire Historical Society (Concord) from its beginning in 1823 is contained in the April issue of the society’s Historical New Hampshire. Look at America: New England, by the editors of Look in collaboration with Mary Ellen Chase, Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, is a no- table addition to the travel literature of the area. It is a “handbook in pictures, maps, and text for the vacationist, the traveler and the stay-at-home.” SHOWER BATH ON A LEAF (From the Christian Science Monitor) One day while vacationing at Newfound Lake, N. H., I started out to climb a small mountain on the shore of the lake, after the sun reappeared following a summer shower that had saturated the foliage quite thoroughly. As I followed the trail the raindrops tumbled off the leaves as I passed along. I was dressed for it, so did not mind getting wet. I stopped frequently to watch for birds, which were much in evidence all around me. All of a sudden, I heard a peculiar sound right over my head. Looking up I saw a tiny hummingbird which was taking a bath by fluttering over the surface of a large leaf in such a way that he got a perfect shower bath from the raindrops that were clinging to it. M. H. K.The pageantries Of wealth and conflict of your early days. I walk along your shore, Deserted now By clipper ships whose sails long since were furled. They’ll anchor here no more, Nor bravely plough The ocean lanes and byways of the world. I stand in Market Square A little while, And find it is a busy, modern place. I must confess you wear Your blended style. Of past and presehl '^T< : ***& krming grace. ’ __ r*-.- - RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD.N.H. 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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 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 GOME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW McC. HEATH, Editor
VOLUME XVIII August, 1948 NUMBER 5 BRIDGEWATER AND OLD HOME DAY bu f\ev. (charted \AJ, ^T, ^mitk Halfway between Nashua and Lancaster, between the Connecticut River and the border of Maine, Bridgewater might claim to be the geographical center of New Hampshire. The town now reaches from the Pemigewasset River to Newfound Lake, and the two main roads which skirt its edges are well known highways to the White Mountains. Between these lower levels at about 600 feet it humps up to an elevation of over 1900 feet at Peaked Hill. From the private lodge at this point all the most spectacular features of the State, lakes, mountains, and rivers, can be seen in one panorama. From many another point on the necessarily steep roads inspiring views can be caught — and houses are placed to catch them: Cardigan seen across Newfound Lake; big and little Squam with the Sandwich range across the river valley; Franconia Notch beyond the foothills. The prospects nourish without intimidating the human spirit. New Hampshire Troubadour 3 Just as its roads go quickly up and down, so has its population. Bridgewater history is typical of many a New Hampshire hill section. From proprietary land to pioneer settlement, from frontier conditions to self-sufficiency, from subsistence farming to losing competition with new, easier land and industry, from near-abandonment to restoration the course has run in the space of 182 years. It grew more rapidly than it declined, its peak at a population of over 1,000 in 1810. Now there are more cellar-holes than residents, but there are also ties which cannot be broken even if the outward symbol of roof and walls which fashioned them are sometimes gone. Square dancing at Peterborough. Square dancing for some time has been enjoying a great revival in popularity. Dances are being held regularly this summer at a number of hotels and recreation centers. ERIC M. SANFORD Bridgewater was once a part of the Masonian grant known as New Chester and embraced also what is now known as Hill and Bristol. A syndicate acquired it in 1753. It was not surveyed until 1765. The next year the first settler arrived in the person of Thomas Crawford. He built a log cabin on Bridgewater Hill not far from the present Sherman Fletcher house on the Town House road. In 1770 the first frame dwelling was put up by John Mitchell and his wife and it is still standing, used as our country home, after 175 years' occupation by one family. Bridgewater has its share of Colonial architectural features, for the people had an eye for simple grace and the beauty of proportion. Nearer the top of the hill the town center developed with its old cemetery and its houses grouped about the Town House. While the population flourished this served as a meeting place and church, its use by several denominations on a monthly schedule exhibiting a practical form of church unity. It was one of the oldtime two-story buildings of unusual architectural interest, but was reduced to its present form in 1881 to save necessary repairs. Here, and in the grove about it, for the last fifty years Old Home Day has been regularly observed. When Governor Rollins first suggested the custom be inaugurated, the residents lost no time in introducing it to "the Hill." The old families of Bridgewater lived, and lived deeply in human values, longer on their places than most people live in contemporary homes. Not a few still hold the same land and live seasonally if not completely in the same houses. Many of the summer residents have been there longer than most people today stay in one place. The old residents made their contributions far and wide, and still do, carrying out into the world something which Bridgewater gave. They come back to the land and the air and the outlook which nourished them. Where the families are gone, the names usually still linger, and some of the original homes stand substantially unchanged. Name, place, and people are often re- New Hampshire Troubadour 5 Sailboat Regatta on Lake Massabesic, Manchester. ERIC M. SANFORD united on Old Home Day. And they graciously welcome those of us who reverse the process and bring whatever name we have elsewhere to the seclusion of this hilly haven to acquire something which was their birthright. There are factors to be recalled and still inherent in the soil of the hill farms which should not be forgotten or ignored if America is to retain its health and freedom. The older residents come back to them; the newer residents seek them; the place makes old and new one. This year, Old Home Week will be a gala one, the fiftieth without break. No doubt there will be a parade, notable speakers, the older places open to old neighbors, much reminiscence; there will be the traditional church service, baked-bean lunch, handcraft sale, poem written for the occasion, business meeting, and dance. Half a century should establish a custom and ensure that its values will not be discarded. Elsewhere the same will be true; the same sort of history, the same sort of people, the same nostalgia. The hills call and the lakes echo, "Come home!" Editor's Note — Bridgewater's Old Home Day this year is to be August 26. 6 The August 1948 MOUNT WASHINGTON VACATION WEATHER IT IS NORMALLY GOOD AND YOU CAN PICK IT TO BE BETTER bu ~J\en Ljoula Former Official in Charge Mount Washington Observatory. Regardless of looking for perfect conditions the average fair weather mountain day in July and August is good. If on top for the sunrise you may expect a temperature above 40 which will climb to near 60 by mid-afternoon. The wind will keep you comfortably cool averaging about 25 mph. and the sun will pour down through the dust-free (and usually haze-free) air in abundance. If climbing, you can expect a cooling breeze at timberline. If riding up, you will want to put on a sweater when you alight from the train at the Gulf Tanks or on the top. Such exhilarating conditions will make you glad to be out of the heat of the city and really glad to be alive. If a cloud brushes by, reach out and touch it. You may never have such a chance again unless you become airborne, and the thrill of doing it with your feet on solid ground is not to be compared. But despite such attractive interests you most of all came up to this highest point in the north-east to look into five states and Canada, see the Atlantic ocean and Winnipe-saukee, and, by being in the center of it, feel almost a part of that mighty sweep of the Presidential range of the White Mountains. By following the methods given below, you can be sure of enjoying these experiences. You can pick the day when Mt. Washington weather will be good. "It was so fine when we started up . . . but look at it now.,: A visitor to the summit, now thoroughly cloud-doused, is mouthing a time-worn phrase to the weatherman in the Mt. Washington New Hampshire Troubadour 7 Observatory. Outside the fog-smeared thick-glassed windows the air is filled with the wet cloud droplets; so complete is the obscurement that nearby buildings appear only as darker portions of the gray mass; the tremendous view is completely blotted out. The summit is in the middle of a cloud and anyone who enjoys the scenery in one is happy with but little . . . and that little is also very wet. The visitor, rightly, feels cheated. Why does this happen . . . and why should it happen to you? Does the great God of the sky . . . the keeper of the stars and the clouds . . . resent man's intrusion into his lofty domain. The answer is that he does not. However, through very interesting stories and legends, the mountain has been built into a creator of storms; a brewer of the raw elements that split the air with stabbing lightning, ripping winds, and lashing rain. This picture befits such an East Coast giant as Mt. Washington but it does not fit after scientific inspection. The mountain does not breed weather, it merely intensifies it. To have clouds or a storm you must first have moist air, then this air must be lifted to the condensation level. Mt. Washington cannot create moist air but it does Create a lifting when air Fishing Profile Lake, Franconia Notch. Eag 8 The August 1948 WINSTON POTE Eagle Cliff on Mt. Lafayette in background. moving along its base is deflected up its sides. This lifting causes expansion with resulting cooling and, with sufficient moisture, . . . condensation. Thus a cioud is formed on the summit. Rain, snow or a thunderstorm may emerge from such a cloud. However none of these occurs with any intensity unless the cloud is a very thick one. Under normal conditions it just sits on the top of the mountain, getting everything very wet, blotting out the view, and making you feel very cheated . . . that is, unless you pick your day. How does one pick Mt. Washington vacation weather? First of all follow the forecast via newspaper and radio. It usually will not specifically apply to the mountains but it will be an indication. If there is a chance of a storm in the lowlands it will be in general more intense on the mountain. However, if you are in the vicinity of the mountain check with the Mt. Washington Observatory which distributes specific mountain forecasts. These may also be obtained from the Weather Bureau in East Boston; from Joseph Crepeau, airways observer at Fabyans; and from Joe Dodge at the AMC camps in Pinkham Notch. They can tell you what it will be "up-top." New Hampshire Troubadour Then last, but by far not the least effective method, observe conditions yourself. If the day is clear, or if there are only some high clouds at home, with but little wind, and a storm has not just passed, your chances of a favorable day on the summit are good. Pile into the car and head for the peaks. As you near the mountains look for the appearance of those big, white, flat base (cumulus) clouds. If they are increasing rapidly plan a day around the base of the mountain, for the summit is likely to be enshrouded before noon. This need not spoil your trip, for hiking, looking, or sunning on the lower elevations is a joy and usually it is safe to plan a sunset trip to the top, for by then the summit should be clear. Thus most every "fair forecast" day will give you usable mountain weather. For a perfect mountain day, however, look for the arrival of a strong high pressure area with its clear, dry, polar air. The radio or newspapers again will shout its arrival and you will recognize it from the bright blue, cloudless sky, good visibility, crispness of the air and deep blue look of the mountains. If you have a barometer it will merely confirm these conditions by being high and rising. When you see it, set off for the summit assured that you will have no finer weather in the mountains. PAUL SAMPLE bu L^Uzabetk l/l/l. S^wiitk For those who have summered in rural New Hampshire, or enjoyed winter sports in the New Hampshire hills, or motored along the backroads and byways through the farmland and villages off the beaten track, the paintings of Paul Sample are an everlasting source of pleasant memories. If you ask a New Hampshire resi- 10 The August 1948 "Going To Town" painted by Paul Sample in 1936. The scene is near Hanover. This painting was selected by International Business Machines Corporation for their show at the World's Fair in 1940 as representative of the art and character of New Hampshire. Since the day of cleared winter roads, New Hampshire residents have seldom seen this method of going to town. dent which contemporary artist he thinks can best convey the spirit of the New Hampshire countryside, he is apt to answer without hesitation: "Why, Paul Sample, of course." Sample paints the New Hampshire scene (many Vermont scenes, too) from the point of view of a realist, neither twisting the forms into abstract patterns, nor finding strange meanings, psychological or emotional implications underlying the landscape as we see it. He views it from the objective standpoint, expressing the external, rather than seeking the internal aspect of nature. Yet he avoids the banal and trite tradition of painting everything he sees, as he sees it, at a particular moment. His realism is selective, picking out and pointing up certain features, eliminating much of the overwhelming mass of detail, New Hampshire Troubadour 11 and never losing sight of the larger aspect of the painting, the total effect of the design as a whole. Particularly in his water colors, in which medium Sample has great technical skill, he achieves effects of monumentality, of tremendous space and distance with the utmost economy of means. The winter landscapes with large areas of white paper punctuated by small figures or farms nestling in the hills, accents of dark against the overpowering whiteness of the snow, are among the artist's most successful works, and the ones most prized by New Hampshire collectors. Sample feels that figures are essential to every landscape. Without them it can be exceedingly barren and lifeless. The figures lend scale and give some idea of the wide empty areas of the country around them, whether it be buried under tons of crisp white snow, or basking in the sunlight of a pleasant summer day. Congregational Church at Rye. DOUGLAS ARMSDEN Although Sample is most often occupied with the interpretation of the New England scene, his work is not at all limited to landscape. An able portrait and figure painter, he chooses the rural New England types, found in the scattered farms and the tiny villages. He has painted many of them, either busy with their farming or other daily work, or occupied with their favorite diversions — at band concerts, church suppers and socials, country auctions, at the circus, hunting, in the barber shop, enjoying a "hymn sing," or merely passing the time of day. A study of Sample's New England paintings, can give the ob- The August 7948 server a picture of small town and farm life. Not a New Englander by birth, Sample has said: "I am a New Englander by adoption on my own initiative. Born in the South, raised all over this country ... I have always felt that New England was the eventual spot for me ..." Quite appropriately Sample was chosen as the artist to represent New Hampshire in the International Business Machines Corporation collection of contemporary American art, shown at the World's Fair in 1940. A native of Louisville, Sample graduated from Dartmouth in 1921, having distinguished himself chiefly for his athletic prowess — in football, basketball and boxing, of which he was the college's heavyweight champion. He first started to paint when he was nearly 30, going to California in 1925, where he was on the faculty of the University of Southern California for 11 years. His first recognition as a painter came in 1928, when he received an award at a county fair exhibit in California. He became well known for his western landscapes, done in Arizona, Montana and New Mexico, and on the occasion of his first one-man show in New York in 1934, he was hailed as one of the rising young painters of the West. Sample came to Dartmouth in 1938 as artist-in-residence at the college, and has been there ever since, with time out during the war to serve as artist-correspondent for Life Magazine, doing a series of paintings of life on board a submarine on patrol in the Central Pacific. Sample has received prizes and awards for his work in many of the leading national and international exhibitions held in this country, and his paintings are included in the collections of a number of the leading museums. A comprehensive picture of his work as a whole may be seen in the retrospective exhibition of nearly 90 oils and water colors on view at The Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester until September 15. An illustrated catalogue has been published in connection with the exhibition. New Hampshire Troubadour 1 3 Front Cover: Androscoggin River at Shelburne. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Covered bridge and falls on the Contoocook River, U. S. highway 202, in the Monad-nock Region near Bennington. Photo by Eric M. Sanford. Frontispiece: Scene at Bridge-water. Photo by Harold Fowler. COMING EVENTS In addition to the summer theatres mentioned in the July Troubadour, the Salisbury Players are at Salisbury Heights, and the Old Fort Players are at Charlestown. The Dartmouth Players, previously listed, are not operating. The 175th anniversary celebration of Jaffrey is to be held August 20-22." Many New Hampshire communities are observing their fiftieth Old Home Day or Old Home Week this summer. An association was established on the initiative of Gov. Frank W. Rollins in June 1899, to establish and foster the Old Home observances throughout the state. The official dates this year are August 21—28, but some towns choose different dates. The following letter was written to the editor of The Saturday Evening Post, where it appeared in the issue of June 26, 1948: '' I am 13 years old and I would like to ask you something. When are you going to have an article on one of New Hampshire's wonderful cities? "New Hampshire is the most beautiful state in the union and far above the other 'states' (?) in New England. In fact, New Hampshire is so wonderful you must be saving it for the final grand issue. Save the best until the end." Jimmy Merritt Lebanon, N. H. Then the impossible happened. While reeling the lure in, fascinatedly studying the mechanics of the spinning reel, there was a terrific yank on the line and before my stupefied eyes there rose out of the water the hugest small mouth black bass I had ever seen. It seemed to stand on the water on its tail, shaking its vast head like an enraged gnu. In an instant it had shaken the hook free of its mouth and with a final derisive sneer, dove beneath the cold gray water. — From a recent column (about Lake Winnipesaukee) in the Boston Herald by Rudolph Elie 14 The August 1948 * a NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS White Mountains Hilites, by Ash-lev G. Hazeltine, published by H-W-M Sales, Woodsville, N. H., $.60, is a pocket-size booklet of 48 pages, containing brief, readable information about the White Mountains Region. The subjects covered are those of the greatest interest to residents and recreational visitors. ^VJT A summary of hayfever studies made by the New Hampshire Health Department in 1947 is available upon request. It includes a list of towns and cities in which ragweed growths were classified as being light or none. The Boston, Concord, and Montreal Railroad (now part of the Boston and Maine) opened to Meredith, New Hampshire, a hundred years ago, August 10, 1848. Mr. and Mrs. H. B. Hallas of Newton Centre, Massachusetts, climbed to the tops of 58 of New England's mountains (45 of them in New Hampshire) over a period of 20 years to obtain the stones that compose the face of the fireplace (which they built themselves) shown in the photo. The view from the porch in which the fireplace is built "is a skyline of nine hills of what we like to call 'The Friendly Range,' about two miles away across the intervale of Beard Brook, which is a tributary of the north branch of the Contoocook River near East Washington, New Hampshire." To complete the theme and the aptness of the quotation,'' I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills," framed photographs of a number of the mountains from which the stones were carried hang on the walls of the porch. New Hampshire Troubadour 15 FORESIGHT I shall have lived too long when I can see Only the outlines of reality; A bridge, and not the mind that planned it there, Old thumb-latched doors, and not the cross they wear, The seasons' change, and not the laws which bring Harvest in Autumn, robins in the Spring. When I can find no thoughts to dress in rhyme Then I shall know I've lived beyond my time. —Part of a longer poem by Frederick W. Branch in his volume, Land of the Yankees RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N. H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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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 AUGUST 1950The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises oj 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 Claiming and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31, 1949, at the Cost Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act oj March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XX AUGUST, 1950 Number 5 (DUj 5)ome Dap Ruth B. Field From near and far they travel back To meet in the old home fold, For ties are strong, though years are long, And the boys and girls grown old. All the homefolks welcome the wanderers With warm handclasp and smiles, Forgotten the long years in between, Forgotten the many miles That parted kin and friends so long. And the trials and tears by the way, For memories waken youth's old sweet song In their hearts on Old Home Day. Then the bell in the steeple urgently peals, Calling them all to dine And bask in the warmth of home again On this day for Auld Lang Syne. New Hampshire Troubadour 3A BOOK COMES INTO BEING One summer evening, when attending the Amos Fortune Forum in the old Meeting House at Jaffrey Center, I went to visit Fortune’s grave before the lecture commenced. I found the headstones, slate well weathered and skilfully carved. They were of equal size and on each one the wording was a brief but eloquent bit of biography written by Laban Ainsworth, longtime pastor in Jaffrey and one of Amos Fortune’s truest friends. They read — Sacred to the memory of Amos Fortune who was born free in Africa, a slave in America, he purchased liberty, professed Christia n ity, lived reputably and died hopefully Nov. 17, 1 SOI Aet. 01 Sacred to the memory of Violate by sale the slave of Amos Fortune. by Marriage his wife, by her fidelity his friend and solace, she died his widow Sept. 13, 1802 Aet. 73 It was a beautiful evening, warm with a cooling breeze, and westward Monadnock stood dark blue and stalwart against the sunset. Standing there, the headstones seemed to me like signposts and I thought that if I could find my way back not to 1801 alone, but further back through the whole preceding century and to the coast of Africa in the year 1725 I might find the life story of Amos Fortune and make it into a book. Shall I confess that 1 heard little of the lecture when the Forum convened, so busy was I in my mind about the journey I wanted to make?In the Jafl’rey History there is an excellent chapter on the life of Amos Fortune, but it is largely concerned with the latter part of his life, especially the twenty years when he was a tanner in Jaffrey. So, following every signpost I could and picking up clues here and there, I started on my way back through the years. The State Library in Concord was tireless in helping me to find information. Gradually I secured much that was relevant and necessary through the reading of many town histories, the vital statistics of the places where Amos Fortune was known to have lived, books on the slave trade and such excellent background builders as Wceden's “Economic and Social History of New England” and Greene’s “The Negro in Colonial New England.” Soon there were certain facts that could be established — facts that were like the warp upon which the shuttle of my imagination could weave a solid fabric. 7 Vic* cemetery ^ showinn the hewlstum's (at left) of trims Fortune ami his wife I iolate, ami thr aid merlin ft house at Jaffrey- ('.enter. GRANITE STATE STUDIOIt was a little frightening, at some points, to know that I would have to rely u|X)ti imagination to carry the story, but I was buoyed by something John Keats once wrote in a letter to a friend. “I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the heart’s affection,” he wrote, “and the truth of Imagination: what the Imagination seizes as Beauty must be Truth.” I began to see that if one was imbued with a subject and immersed in a period, there was a point from which one could trust imagination to be a reliable guide. As the story grew from boyhood in Africa, to the journey in the slave ship, to the auction block in Boston, through years of servitude that flowered in freedom deeply felt and nobly lived under the shadow of Monadnock. it seemed that the mountain played a large part in Amos Fortune’s life. For he knew what it was to stand alone and he felt instant kinship for the mountain whose name in the Indian tongue meant “the mountain that stands alone.” They became friends, those two. the one shaped by time measured in aeons, the other by time measured in days and years; and Amos, lifting his eyes often to the mountain, let it signpost his way to heaven. The end of my search was the conclusion of the book — AMOS FORTUNE: FREE MAN*, a biography based on certain facts, inspired by imagination. As I pieced my information together, much became clear to me and it seemed then that it was entirely possible that interest, desire and affection, grounded on available knowledge, could enable one to tap a source of memory and rightly record a life; for what made up the book did not seem to be my own ideas so much as the inevitable fitting together of the pieces of a puzzle. So a book came into being and through it Amos Fortune’s life is lived again: a reminder to his New Hampshire fellow citizens, whose eyes rest easily and often on the hills, that God makes men as well as mountains and sometimes the two are closely related. * Published by Aladdin Books, New York, S2.50.AMONG THE GREAT FROM THE GRANITE STATE btj 2)uane Squires, jPl. 2). 4. John Sargent Pillsbury (July 29, 1828-October 18, 1901) In the business of making wheat Hour and its derivative products the name of Pillsbury stands high. All over the world housewives are familiar with the advertising slogans associated with that name. Do these same housewives realize that the milling magnate who made his name thus known to millions of people was born in New Hampshire? Perhaps only a few do; yet such was the case. John Sargent Pillsbury was a native of Sutton, New Hampshire. One of five children, early in life he determined to become a storekeeper and merchant. But in his late twenties he left the Granite State backgrounds, and settled in the frontier hamlet of St. Anthony, Minnesota, now a part of the great city of Minneapolis. Fifteen years after his arrival there, he embarked on a large scale in the milling business. Associated with him were his brother, .4 view of La hr Sunapt-e from Route 103. ERIC M. SANFORDAir vietv of If innisi/uam. Opeechee^ I *aunus Hay. If innipesaukre. St/uam and other lakes. snou’-capped \lt. If ash i nut on and othrr /teaks of thr Ifhitr Mountains in thr distance. Tltr city of lAtnmia is in thr foreground. Thr Ijtctmia airport at (Alford, tunc a regular stop for seheiluleil /lights of !\ or I Insist Airlines, is seen at rinht venter. UURP.NCF. M»»KYGeorge, and his two nephews, Charles A. and Fred C. Pillsburv. Like their uncles, the two nephews were natives of New Hampshire. having been born in Warner. By the middle 1870’s the Pills- bury flour mills were the largest in the world, and “Pillsbury’s Best” was known wherever bread was baked. In 1876 John S. Pillsburv was elected Governor of the North Star State. So well did he discharge his duties that he was reelected in 1878 and in 1880. In the spring of 1877 occurred a memorable event which undoubtedly revealed Pillsbury’s recollections of his youth in New Hampshire. That year — as Coronet in its issue for January, 1950, has reminded us — Minnesota lay under the threat of a plague of locusts even worse than that which had devastated the crops of 1876. Ruin loomed for thousands of farmers. Perhaps with New Hampshire's annual April Fast Day in his mind, Governor Pillsburv proclaimed April 26, 1877. as a day of fasting and prayer for all in Minnesota, beseeching divine help against the “pestilence that walketh in darkness and the destruction that wasteth at noonday.” There followed three days of abnormally warm weather with the locusts hatching out in myriads. Then, on the night of the fourth day, came a killing frost, and the insects all perished. Pious Minnesotans interpreted these events as a direct answer to their prayers, and the memory of the Fast Day of Governor Pillsburv long remained. John S. Pillsbury was interested in much more than politics. For forty years he served as regent of the University of Minnesota. Ever at the right hand of his great and good friend. Cyrus Ncrth- rup, the dynamic president of the University, he saw that institution grow into one of the leading state universities in the nation. Generous to all worthy causes. Pillsbury left monuments behind him alike in the State of his birth and elsewhere. One of the most liberal benefactors of his generation, his name was synonymous with business success, with political acumen, and with enlightened giving.UNLABELED BEAUTY Lit (Oruce ^ymonds Many tourists and lovers of the country visiting New Hampshire make the mistake of mapping their trips only along the well beaten paths, thinking that the highly advertised scenic spots are the only places worth seeing. Some of the finest views of the White Mountains, and there are scores of them to be discovered, arc from vantage points easily accessible by automobile yet far enough off the main highways so that most travelers pass them by and return home with the same stero- typed impression of the White Hills that thousands of others have, uninitiated to the pleasure of exploring the less traveled roads. Hacks and surf at Wallis Santis near Portsmouth. FRANK KELLYThere are some of us who are adventurous enough to like the enjoyment of finding out where the unspoiled regions still thrill the seeker without being told what to look for in advance. Although I've had the opportunity of following out many of the lesser known roads in the state, I still consider it one of the top notch ways to spend a sunny afternoon anytime of the year. The ever-changing seasons bring new things to look for and a different kind of enjoyment. Sometimes it's sugar orchards I go out to see, other times the lacy foliage just beginning, and in the fall the never- failing thrill of the brilliant autumn leaves. With a camera aboard or even with just an eye for a sense of beauty there is an untold number of sights to keep one on the alert from start to finish. One such road that often returns to mind among many others is the one leading from West Campion via Stinson Lake to Rumney. Leaving West Campion village, one climbs along a rather sharp grade through heavily wooded country until he emerges without warning on a high plateau offering an unparalleled expanse of distant peaks, in fact the better part of the western White Mountains. The few opportunists who have built summer homes in this region are to be envied for the excellent view they have of Franconia Notch, Mts. Lafayette, Lincoln, Liberty, the Sandwich mountains, and a sweeping glimpse of the Pemigevvasset valley south toward Plymouth. From here the road re-enters heavily forested country again and continues on through the sparsely populated town of Ellsworth. Here is the small town hall where the town’s voters gather shortly after sunrise on national election days to compete for the honor of being the first town in the United States to complete balloting. Passing frequent trout streams and alluring foot trails for those interested in the pleasures of hiking, we soon come to Stinson Lake, nestled among the mountains at approximately 2,000 ft. elevation, providing the combined charm of spring- fed waters and spruce-flanked shores that only a mountain lake can. One is tempted to pause for a swim or at least a long look beforedescending to Rumney Village. But even the last part of the journey is rewarding, with glimpses of small farms and swift, clear-bottom brooks, making one truly disappointed that the trip is at an end. Fortunately, this is but one of many similar experiences that can be had for the seeking. Once tried it will make other sports seem dull and confining for on the roads there are no limitations of the court or playing field. It's not alone the northern sections of the slate that have a premium on exciting drives either. Every town has some interesting roads, known by the local people, that offer something of the charm of dense woods, hidden lakes, a well grazed pasture, or some other natural feature worth the fun of discovering. It only requires a bit of initiative and a will to be different to discover New Hampshire’s inexhaustible wealth of natural beauty. Sailinn on l.nkr Onuvty, Raymond. KKIt' M. SANFOKI*Front Cover: The Connecticut River at Northumberland. Ckjlor photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Cabin on Swift River Road, Passaconaway, Owl’s Head in the distance. Photo by Winston Pote. Frontispiece: Picnic at Phillips Bi *ook at Crystal. Photo by Winston Pote. I he New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs has announced the schedule for New Hampshire Open House and Garden Week tours as follows: August 7, Hanover: August 8, Laconia: August 9, Franklin; August 10, Exeter; August 11, Rochester; August 12, Dublin. About 50 New Hampshire homes and gardens are to be open for visitors. Admission is SI .00 for each tour. Programs containing detailed information and maps may be obtained from Mrs. Everett Pierce, Wilton. A new bulletin, Ragweed Free Areas in Xew Hampshire, has been issued by the New Hampshire State Department of Health, Division of Industrial Hygiene. It summarizes results of field surveys made in 1948 and 1949, and a map insert shows which cities and towns either have no ragweed growth or have inaugurated plans for the control of ragweed and poison ivy. Copies are available on request. The scheduled speakers for the fourth annual Amos Fortune Forum series, in the Old Meeting House at Jaffrey Center Friday evenings during July and August, includes the following residents or summer residents of the Monadnock Region: Prof. W. Rupert Maclaurin, Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Elizabeth Yates, Peterborough, novelist; Dr. Charles E. Park, minister emeritus of the F'irst Church in Boston; Herbert Elliston of the Washington (D. C.) Post; Dr. Leland S. McKittrick, surgeon-inchief at Palmer Memorial Hospital in Boston; Gen. Daniel Needham, Boston lawyer and former head of the Massachusetts State Police; Dr. Leroy M. S. Miner, oral surgeon and former dean of Harvard Dental School, and Dr. James H. Robinson, pastor of the Church of the Master in Harlem, who directs two children’s camps in Winchester. 14 The August 195010 POINTERS FOR ENJOYABLE AND PROFITABLE NATURE STUDY By Haydn S- Pearson (Editor’s Note: Time Magazine called Mr. Pearson “A long faced, authentic New England countryman who covers the nature beat methodically with notebook in hand.” He is widely known for his nature editorials in the Boston Herald and is the author of Countryman’s Year, Sea Flavor, Country Flavor, That Darned Minister’s Son, etc. Mr. Pearson spent his youth in Hancock and was graduated from the University of New Hampshire in 1926.) 1. Wear comfortable clothes and old sturdy shoes 2. Carry field glasses, hand lens and notebook 3. In studying wildlife, find a strategic spot, sit down and keep still 4. Specialize in half a dozen lines; super-specialize in one or two 5. Subscribe to several nature journals 6. Keep a nature diary 7. Use your eyes and ears — not your muscles 8. You see and learn more about wild life if you travel alone 9. The first three and last three KENISTON One of the crafts workers of the longue of Heu Hampshire Arts amt ('.rafts hitoking a ran in preparation for the annual ('raftsmen's hair. The fair is to In- held this year at Itelknap Recreation Area. (iitfi.nl. .August I to 5. It uill Ih‘ the l.oague's 17th annual fair. hours of daylight are the most interesting times of day 10. Remember there is beauty and interest in the fall and winter, as well as during the spring and summer. New Hampshire is a year-round paradise for nature students with its hills and valleys, mountains and coast line, rivers and brooks, swamps, upland ridges, woods and open fields. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N HPeace tiptoes down the misty mountain slopes. Then night lets down her bars Of dark, bespangled loveliness and leaves My cabin to the stars. From Mountain Meai/ou s by Dorothy Hanson Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour195008 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour August 1950 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1950-08 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The Christmas Number of the New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas Greetings from Governor Winant To ALL my fellow members of that cheerful company, the read- ers of The New Hampshire Troubadour, Christmas Greetings! At this season, every day sees carloads of Christmas greens shipped from New Hamp- shire hills to our great cities, there to typify the holiday spirit. And so The Troubadour carries each month to dwellers in those cities, and to many of our home folks as well, a genial, helpful, wise, and witty message of appreciation for the New Hampshire of to- day and of inspiration for the New Hampshire of tomorrow. Christmas Greetings from Governor VVinant John G. Winant The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission, Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. VOL. 1 Edited by Thomas Dreier DECEMBER, 1931 Christmas All the Year NO. 9 THE days before Christmas are the happiest of the year for most youngsters. This is because of their attitude of expectancy. They are half-pleased and half-tormented by a delicious uncertainty. Some- thing is coming that will make them happy. That much they know. But what? There is the mystery. It is this Christmas attitude of the child that even we grown-ups should try to keep all through the year. We know that when we plunge into the days in expectation of great things we feel a rare happiness. There is an aura around us that com- municates itself even to our surroundings and to those with whom we come in contact. The happiness we think is hidden inside us shows itself. There is a new note in our voice, an eager look in our eyes. The New Hampshire Troubadour To those that expect shall be given. They are rewarded for their belief in the divinity of desire. They know that the supply of good is unlimited and that all they need to do is to get in tune. It is the receptive person to whom the world gives its choicest treasures. The conqueror may have his great moments, but his pleasure is coarse compared with that of the person who is given things because they belong to him by rights which no conqueror understands. The receptive person is not merely acquiescent. lie is not negative or indifferent. His eager ex- pectancy, liner than a demand, makes a magnet that draws to him what he needs for his work. For that is all he asks. Mere accumulations of things, even beautiful and precious things, make no appeal to him. All he takes is what will help him express himself more completely in service. The eagerly receptive person never loses the spirit that makes Christmas what it is. Santa Claus comes every day to him. or nearly every day. The unexpectedness of his coming and going is what makes life such a happy adventure. Expect Good Fortune and the guest for whom you prepare will come and live with you. The White Mountain National Forest covers an ana of 522,000 acres. The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo hy George F. Slade Midwinter magic. Here fairies have been at work. Or were they merely playing with diamonds which they left clinging to trees and shrubs when they dropped off to sleep, to lilt music of the eager young brook which is hurrying along carrying messages from the hills to the sea? Pleasures in Contact With Earth THESE is something about life in the country that satisfies the natural man. Love of the soil is part of our inheritance. Although we live in an in- dustrial civilization, we really are children of a civilization that was purely agricultural. The New Hampshire Troubadour Bertrand Russell says he saw a boy two years old who had been brought up in London taken out for the first time to walk in green country. The season was winter and everything was wet and muddy. To the adult eye there was nothing to cause delight, but in the boy there sprang up a strange ecstasy. He knelt on the wet ground, put his face in the grass, and gave utterance to half-inarticulate cries of delight. Mr. Russell goes on to say that many pleasures, of which we may take gambling as a good example, have in them no element of this contact with earth. Such pleasures, in the instant when they cease, leave a man feeling dusty and dissatisfied, hungry for he knows not what. "The special kind of boredom," says Air. Russell, "from which modern urban populations suffer, is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of earth. It makes life hot and dusty and thirsty, like a pilgrimage in the desert. Among those who are rich enough to choose their way of life, the particular brand of unendurable boredom from which they suffer is due, paradoxical as this may seem, to their fear of boredom. In flying from the fructifying kind of boredom they fall a prey to the other, far- worse kind. A happy life must be, to a great extent, a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live." The New Hampshire Troubadour It's because an ever-increasing number of men and women are discovering this truth for themselves that they are seeking homes in the country. To many of them gardening yields infinitely greater joy than golf ever did or ever could. The amusements of the city night clubs seem cheap and tawdry in comparison with an evening in the country when the neighbors drop in for a friendly visit. r. Here are the dogs and men as they looked when they were training at Wonalancet N. H., for the South Pole Expedition. There are other dogs now at Wonalancet, dogs that you will want for your very envn if you go there to be tempted. Photo by Warren Boyer J5 The Matterhorn of the White Mountains is Mount Chocorua. What an appetite comes to the city man or woman who follows the winter trails up the heights! A week's vaeation in winter in the White Mountains will send you back to the city with new strength for the rest ot the winter's work. What Is High Standard Living? WE are told that we must not lower our stand- ard of living. Just what does that mean? Some tell us that we go down the scale when our smaller income compels us to give up our extra car and try to be content with one. Others weep Page 8 The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo by George Slade TM because lower income means fewer night clubs or no betting at all on the golf course. What makes a man feel rich? Do material pos- sessions alone give him that feeling? Then all millionaires ought to be bubbling over with happi- ness. Yet in the old story it was the shirtless man who was the only truly happy man in the kingdom. Apparently happiness is connected in some way or other with what we think and feel. Our intellect and our emotions are of more importance than some of us realize. How have I lowered my living standard when I substitute running the lawn mower or cutting brush for golf? Does the rider in the automobile see more and enjoy more than the person who walks? That is admittedly a debatable question. A hundred dollars invested in books or a course of study may enrich one far more than a million invested in a yacht. Our money income is important, of course, but too often its importance is exaggerated. A woman committed suicide because her husband's income dropped down to where it permitted the use of a Ford but denied the continuance of the sixteen- cylinder Cadillac. That woman's appreciation of true values was warped. India's great leader is demonstrating that material wealth and world influence do not necessarily go together. A rich life The New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Photo by Walter R. Merrimar In the twinkling of an eye, a bobsled can turn solemn oldsters into joyous, shouting youngsters. Now, think of the joys of a sleigh ride on a sunny afternoon or on a moonlight night. Can't you hear the snow crunching under the runners? Here is one happy group at Pecketts' on Sugar Hill. may have nothing whatever to do with rich foods, rich clothes, or material luxury. Rich living is the result of entertaining rich thoughts and emotions. From Mount Washington to California A woman from California, according to James Langley, searched about last summer on the top of Mount Washington for a rock to be taken across the The New Hampshire Troubadour continent for her rock garden. "The particular merit of the stone on the mountain sides," says Mr. Langley, "is its discoloration by time and by the accumulation of moss or other animal or vegetable growths until its surface of beautiful dull grey has become spotted with an entrancing mixture of rich shades of green." Mr. Langley, who is editor of The Concord Monitor, tells us that Mount Washing- ton's alpine flowers are also in much demand by- rock gardeners. Thank God for Quiet Things WHEN the holiday season of the year comes with its uncounted liberated desires which find expression in generosity and neighborliness, we ought to pause and think about those things that during the past year have contributed most to our happiness and contentment of spirit. Most of us discover that we find our greatest joy in simple things. It may have been no more than the fleeting smile of some well-beloved, the gurgling laughter of a baby, the sight of the stars at night, moonlight seen through pine trees, a garden of old-fashioned flowers, the clasp of a friend's hand, a letter that came to us when we were in trouble, or a kindly- emotion aroused by the thought of some one to whom we wished to do good. The New Hampshire Troubadour Perhaps it would be well for each of us during this holiday season, when we may be tempted to think that only gifts suggestive of lavish spending count, to read these verses by Winifred Savage Wilson: Thank God for quiet things! The little brook below the hill Where browsing cattle drink their fill, The (lancing shadows on the ground That pirouette without a sound, This old, gray stile whereon I rest That countless simple feet have pressed, The fields that stretch away, away To meet the sky-line, soft and gray. Thank 1 aid for quiet things! The placid moon that conies at night To clothe my little world in while, As there I walk the old brick way Where flowers their modest faces lay. Then I rejoice to think of Him Who walked the lanes of Galilee, And, in the seamless garment dressed, Brought solace (or the world's unrest. Be mine the peace his promise brings. Oh! 1 thank God for quiet things! tt-fa) Those of us who lead double lives, spending half our time in the city and half in the country, are like the child who, as Charles S. Brooks describes him, /''ire /-' Tin- New Hampshire Troubadour "stands on the rim of magic, one foot in fairyland; and, like a tree that stands above a sunlit pool, he questions which sky is his reality." There are actually two hotels on the top of Mt. Wash- ington, the Summit House and the Tip-Top House. Here is the place to go to watch the sun rise and also to watch f it set. The Sunday morning winter excursion trains of lli? Hoston &' Maine Railroad tarry hundreds of skiiers and snow slitters from Boston and way stations to the hills an.I woods of New Ha mo- shire. More than a thou- sand men. women, and children enjoy these ex- cursions Sunday after Sunday. Photo by Warren Boyef Our Front Cover When you climb up from Pinkham Notch through Tuckerman's Ravine, where yon look down upon Hermit Lake or over the tops of the trees to Boott Spur, you'll feel like kneeling down and giving thanks for snow-covered moun- tains. At your right is the famous Head Wall of Tuckerman's, up which so many eager men and women climb laboriously to reach the top of the king of them all, Mount Washington. Photo bv Harold I. Orne. Archaeological research tells us that The Weirs was the Great Meeting Place of the early Amer- ican Indians, and the largest settlement in New England. Now it is a popular summer resort. The old-time redskins have given way to the brown-skinned bathing beauties. For the purpose of raising money to make themselves more attractive, Salmon Falls and South Berwick, separated only by the Salmon Falls River, held a community auction last summer. Articles auctioned were donated. Each donor was paid a small percentage of the selling price of the article. The money is to be used in beautifying the roadsides at the entrance to the towns. Every year more of our towns are interesting themselves in the work of beautification. Stewart Bosson has a birch bark canoe made by the Indians. Its true history has not been entirely learned, but it is known that among its users have been the poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, and that distinguished educator, Dr. Charles William Eliot. Imagine the joy of its present owner in this canoe that links the old with the new. Next season there probably will be few places in New Hampshire more beautiful than the Neidner estate, near Hillsboro. You will understand why it is called Rosewald Farm when you see the thousands of rose bushes. Beauti- ful stone walls have been built and outside of them roses have been planted. Eventually this will be one of the finest show places in western New Hampshire. John Pearson just came in to talk enthusiastically of the museum that Ira H. Morse has built at Warren, here is a rare collection of mounted animals and trophies collected in the African jungle The New Hampshire Troubadour during 1626 and 1027. There are also curios from India, China and Japan. This is another splendid gift to the state — a companion to the Libby Museum on the shore road between Wolfeboro and Melvin Village. Mr. Morse and Dr. Libby deserve the thanks of all of us. In the White Mountain district are 86 mountain peaks, 13 of which are over 3,000 feet above sea level and 11 of which are over 5,000 feet high. Here are 600 miles of moun- tain trails, more than 500 lakes, 53 camps for boys and 33 for girls, 62 golf courses, hundreds of miles of paved automobile roads, trout streams everywhere, and almost any kind of country pleasure you care to find. The big living room of the Summit House, on the top of Mt. Washington, is 102 by 37 feet, with beamed ceilings and a big open fireplace. There's room for 80 guests in the dining room, and rooms upstairs, with twin beds, accommodate 22 guests. Of course there are also electric lights and hot and cold water. The Gift He Liked WHAT a human note was struck by the poet who wrote this verse: "What a lovely lot of pretty things!" Mary turned to thank the kneeling Kings. And then to Him; "See what they have for you: Spices and myrrh and silks all gold and blue. And see this sparkling stone!" He hid His head Against a little woolly lamb instead. The New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas By FRANK H. SWEET Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the mistletoe, Ho! for the Christmas holly; And ho! for the merry boys and girls Who make the day so jolly. And ho! for the deep, new-fallen snow, For the lace-work on each tree, And ho! for the joyous Christmas bells That ring so merrily. Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the tire's warm glow. For the mirth and the cheer within; And ho! for the tender, thoughtful hearts, And the children's merry din. Ho! ho! for the strong and loving girls. For the manly, tender boys, And ho! thrice ho! for the coming home To share in the Christmas joys. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The Christmas Number of the New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas Greetings from Governor Winant To ALL my fellow members of that cheerful company, the read- ers of The New Hampshire Troubadour, Christmas Greetings! At this season, every day sees carloads of Christmas greens shipped from New Hamp- shire hills to our great cities, there to typify the holiday spirit. And so The Troubadour carries each month to dwellers in those cities, and to many of our home folks as well, a genial, helpful, wise, and witty message of appreciation for the New Hampshire of to- day and of inspiration for the New Hampshire of tomorrow. Christmas Greetings from Governor VVinant John G. Winant The New Hampshire Troubadour comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities may tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. It is sent to you by the New Hampshire State Development Commission, Donald D. Tuttle, Executive Secretary, Concord, N. H. VOL. 1 Edited by Thomas Dreier DECEMBER, 1931 Christmas All the Year NO. 9 THE days before Christmas are the happiest of the year for most youngsters. This is because of their attitude of expectancy. They are half-pleased and half-tormented by a delicious uncertainty. Some- thing is coming that will make them happy. That much they know. But what? There is the mystery. It is this Christmas attitude of the child that even we grown-ups should try to keep all through the year. We know that when we plunge into the days in expectation of great things we feel a rare happiness. There is an aura around us that com- municates itself even to our surroundings and to those with whom we come in contact. The happiness we think is hidden inside us shows itself. There is a new note in our voice, an eager look in our eyes. The New Hampshire Troubadour To those that expect shall be given. They are rewarded for their belief in the divinity of desire. They know that the supply of good is unlimited and that all they need to do is to get in tune. It is the receptive person to whom the world gives its choicest treasures. The conqueror may have his great moments, but his pleasure is coarse compared with that of the person who is given things because they belong to him by rights which no conqueror understands. The receptive person is not merely acquiescent. lie is not negative or indifferent. His eager ex- pectancy, liner than a demand, makes a magnet that draws to him what he needs for his work. For that is all he asks. Mere accumulations of things, even beautiful and precious things, make no appeal to him. All he takes is what will help him express himself more completely in service. The eagerly receptive person never loses the spirit that makes Christmas what it is. Santa Claus comes every day to him. or nearly every day. The unexpectedness of his coming and going is what makes life such a happy adventure. Expect Good Fortune and the guest for whom you prepare will come and live with you. The White Mountain National Forest covers an ana of 522,000 acres. The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo hy George F. Slade Midwinter magic. Here fairies have been at work. Or were they merely playing with diamonds which they left clinging to trees and shrubs when they dropped off to sleep, to lilt music of the eager young brook which is hurrying along carrying messages from the hills to the sea? Pleasures in Contact With Earth THESE is something about life in the country that satisfies the natural man. Love of the soil is part of our inheritance. Although we live in an in- dustrial civilization, we really are children of a civilization that was purely agricultural. The New Hampshire Troubadour Bertrand Russell says he saw a boy two years old who had been brought up in London taken out for the first time to walk in green country. The season was winter and everything was wet and muddy. To the adult eye there was nothing to cause delight, but in the boy there sprang up a strange ecstasy. He knelt on the wet ground, put his face in the grass, and gave utterance to half-inarticulate cries of delight. Mr. Russell goes on to say that many pleasures, of which we may take gambling as a good example, have in them no element of this contact with earth. Such pleasures, in the instant when they cease, leave a man feeling dusty and dissatisfied, hungry for he knows not what. "The special kind of boredom," says Air. Russell, "from which modern urban populations suffer, is intimately bound up with their separation from the life of earth. It makes life hot and dusty and thirsty, like a pilgrimage in the desert. Among those who are rich enough to choose their way of life, the particular brand of unendurable boredom from which they suffer is due, paradoxical as this may seem, to their fear of boredom. In flying from the fructifying kind of boredom they fall a prey to the other, far- worse kind. A happy life must be, to a great extent, a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy can live." The New Hampshire Troubadour It's because an ever-increasing number of men and women are discovering this truth for themselves that they are seeking homes in the country. To many of them gardening yields infinitely greater joy than golf ever did or ever could. The amusements of the city night clubs seem cheap and tawdry in comparison with an evening in the country when the neighbors drop in for a friendly visit. r. Here are the dogs and men as they looked when they were training at Wonalancet N. H., for the South Pole Expedition. There are other dogs now at Wonalancet, dogs that you will want for your very envn if you go there to be tempted. Photo by Warren Boyer J5 The Matterhorn of the White Mountains is Mount Chocorua. What an appetite comes to the city man or woman who follows the winter trails up the heights! A week's vaeation in winter in the White Mountains will send you back to the city with new strength for the rest ot the winter's work. What Is High Standard Living? WE are told that we must not lower our stand- ard of living. Just what does that mean? Some tell us that we go down the scale when our smaller income compels us to give up our extra car and try to be content with one. Others weep Page 8 The New Hampshire Troubadour Photo by George Slade TM because lower income means fewer night clubs or no betting at all on the golf course. What makes a man feel rich? Do material pos- sessions alone give him that feeling? Then all millionaires ought to be bubbling over with happi- ness. Yet in the old story it was the shirtless man who was the only truly happy man in the kingdom. Apparently happiness is connected in some way or other with what we think and feel. Our intellect and our emotions are of more importance than some of us realize. How have I lowered my living standard when I substitute running the lawn mower or cutting brush for golf? Does the rider in the automobile see more and enjoy more than the person who walks? That is admittedly a debatable question. A hundred dollars invested in books or a course of study may enrich one far more than a million invested in a yacht. Our money income is important, of course, but too often its importance is exaggerated. A woman committed suicide because her husband's income dropped down to where it permitted the use of a Ford but denied the continuance of the sixteen- cylinder Cadillac. That woman's appreciation of true values was warped. India's great leader is demonstrating that material wealth and world influence do not necessarily go together. A rich life The New Hampshire Troubadour Page 9 Photo by Walter R. Merrimar In the twinkling of an eye, a bobsled can turn solemn oldsters into joyous, shouting youngsters. Now, think of the joys of a sleigh ride on a sunny afternoon or on a moonlight night. Can't you hear the snow crunching under the runners? Here is one happy group at Pecketts' on Sugar Hill. may have nothing whatever to do with rich foods, rich clothes, or material luxury. Rich living is the result of entertaining rich thoughts and emotions. From Mount Washington to California A woman from California, according to James Langley, searched about last summer on the top of Mount Washington for a rock to be taken across the The New Hampshire Troubadour continent for her rock garden. "The particular merit of the stone on the mountain sides," says Mr. Langley, "is its discoloration by time and by the accumulation of moss or other animal or vegetable growths until its surface of beautiful dull grey has become spotted with an entrancing mixture of rich shades of green." Mr. Langley, who is editor of The Concord Monitor, tells us that Mount Washing- ton's alpine flowers are also in much demand by- rock gardeners. Thank God for Quiet Things WHEN the holiday season of the year comes with its uncounted liberated desires which find expression in generosity and neighborliness, we ought to pause and think about those things that during the past year have contributed most to our happiness and contentment of spirit. Most of us discover that we find our greatest joy in simple things. It may have been no more than the fleeting smile of some well-beloved, the gurgling laughter of a baby, the sight of the stars at night, moonlight seen through pine trees, a garden of old-fashioned flowers, the clasp of a friend's hand, a letter that came to us when we were in trouble, or a kindly- emotion aroused by the thought of some one to whom we wished to do good. The New Hampshire Troubadour Perhaps it would be well for each of us during this holiday season, when we may be tempted to think that only gifts suggestive of lavish spending count, to read these verses by Winifred Savage Wilson: Thank God for quiet things! The little brook below the hill Where browsing cattle drink their fill, The (lancing shadows on the ground That pirouette without a sound, This old, gray stile whereon I rest That countless simple feet have pressed, The fields that stretch away, away To meet the sky-line, soft and gray. Thank 1 aid for quiet things! The placid moon that conies at night To clothe my little world in while, As there I walk the old brick way Where flowers their modest faces lay. Then I rejoice to think of Him Who walked the lanes of Galilee, And, in the seamless garment dressed, Brought solace (or the world's unrest. Be mine the peace his promise brings. Oh! 1 thank God for quiet things! tt-fa) Those of us who lead double lives, spending half our time in the city and half in the country, are like the child who, as Charles S. Brooks describes him, /''ire /-' Tin- New Hampshire Troubadour "stands on the rim of magic, one foot in fairyland; and, like a tree that stands above a sunlit pool, he questions which sky is his reality." There are actually two hotels on the top of Mt. Wash- ington, the Summit House and the Tip-Top House. Here is the place to go to watch the sun rise and also to watch f it set. The Sunday morning winter excursion trains of lli? Hoston &' Maine Railroad tarry hundreds of skiiers and snow slitters from Boston and way stations to the hills an.I woods of New Ha mo- shire. More than a thou- sand men. women, and children enjoy these ex- cursions Sunday after Sunday. Photo by Warren Boyef Our Front Cover When you climb up from Pinkham Notch through Tuckerman's Ravine, where yon look down upon Hermit Lake or over the tops of the trees to Boott Spur, you'll feel like kneeling down and giving thanks for snow-covered moun- tains. At your right is the famous Head Wall of Tuckerman's, up which so many eager men and women climb laboriously to reach the top of the king of them all, Mount Washington. Photo bv Harold I. Orne. Archaeological research tells us that The Weirs was the Great Meeting Place of the early Amer- ican Indians, and the largest settlement in New England. Now it is a popular summer resort. The old-time redskins have given way to the brown-skinned bathing beauties. For the purpose of raising money to make themselves more attractive, Salmon Falls and South Berwick, separated only by the Salmon Falls River, held a community auction last summer. Articles auctioned were donated. Each donor was paid a small percentage of the selling price of the article. The money is to be used in beautifying the roadsides at the entrance to the towns. Every year more of our towns are interesting themselves in the work of beautification. Stewart Bosson has a birch bark canoe made by the Indians. Its true history has not been entirely learned, but it is known that among its users have been the poet, John Greenleaf Whittier, and that distinguished educator, Dr. Charles William Eliot. Imagine the joy of its present owner in this canoe that links the old with the new. Next season there probably will be few places in New Hampshire more beautiful than the Neidner estate, near Hillsboro. You will understand why it is called Rosewald Farm when you see the thousands of rose bushes. Beauti- ful stone walls have been built and outside of them roses have been planted. Eventually this will be one of the finest show places in western New Hampshire. John Pearson just came in to talk enthusiastically of the museum that Ira H. Morse has built at Warren, here is a rare collection of mounted animals and trophies collected in the African jungle The New Hampshire Troubadour during 1626 and 1027. There are also curios from India, China and Japan. This is another splendid gift to the state — a companion to the Libby Museum on the shore road between Wolfeboro and Melvin Village. Mr. Morse and Dr. Libby deserve the thanks of all of us. In the White Mountain district are 86 mountain peaks, 13 of which are over 3,000 feet above sea level and 11 of which are over 5,000 feet high. Here are 600 miles of moun- tain trails, more than 500 lakes, 53 camps for boys and 33 for girls, 62 golf courses, hundreds of miles of paved automobile roads, trout streams everywhere, and almost any kind of country pleasure you care to find. The big living room of the Summit House, on the top of Mt. Washington, is 102 by 37 feet, with beamed ceilings and a big open fireplace. There's room for 80 guests in the dining room, and rooms upstairs, with twin beds, accommodate 22 guests. Of course there are also electric lights and hot and cold water. The Gift He Liked WHAT a human note was struck by the poet who wrote this verse: "What a lovely lot of pretty things!" Mary turned to thank the kneeling Kings. And then to Him; "See what they have for you: Spices and myrrh and silks all gold and blue. And see this sparkling stone!" He hid His head Against a little woolly lamb instead. The New Hampshire Troubadour Christmas By FRANK H. SWEET Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the mistletoe, Ho! for the Christmas holly; And ho! for the merry boys and girls Who make the day so jolly. And ho! for the deep, new-fallen snow, For the lace-work on each tree, And ho! for the joyous Christmas bells That ring so merrily. Ho! ho! thrice ho! for the tire's warm glow. For the mirth and the cheer within; And ho! for the tender, thoughtful hearts, And the children's merry din. Ho! ho! for the strong and loving girls. For the manly, tender boys, And ho! thrice ho! for the coming home To share in the Christmas joys. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N H. 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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 ®lje Heto ^ampsfjtre Croubabour ^December 1947Ci)e Crouliabour Cxtenba Sincere <Cf)ri*tma* Greetingsroubaaour ^YJew ^J^laniijsliire COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMP I YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor volume xvii December, 1947 number 9 THE OLD, OLD JOYS hj ^Jvis lJumer iJrencli I want for Christmas more than anything, The old, old joys, the folks I love all near Beneath the treasured roof of home once more As we have been for every happy year. To gather Christmas Eve for gifts of love. To laugh for sheer delight believing this, The deepest joys of life are simple ways Like words of tenderness, a gentle kiss. I want the atmosphere of mystery As much as when a child, the tinsel glow. To sing the songs that never will grow old, How Christ had come to bless us long ago. On Christmas Day I wish to share with those Less fortunate than I, to freely give, For only by the giving of one’s best Does one grow richer, learning how to live. At last I want to climb a snow-clad hill To watch the miracles of earth and sky, To read within the firmament His law, That good triumphs, that love can never die. I want these joys, oh, more than anything.THE SMELL OF BALSAM from The Boston Herald You can almost draw a line across southern Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine, marking the point at which you begin to see and smell the balsams — or you do if you are proceeding slowly on a back road. The odor of balsam, like the cry of a loon over forest-ringed ponds, is a distillation of the spirit of the North woods. Odors linger a long time, even a lifetime, in the subconscious memory and suddenly experienced again, no matter where or when, awake their train of conscious recollection. At this Christmas season when little balsams by the carload are displayed for sale on city streets many a man comes suddenly upon them, sniffs the pungent and familiar fragrance, and is transported in memory not alone to other Christmas seasons in his childhood, but to the North woods, to trails that climb steeply toward timber line, to camp fires by silent ponds in the forest, to a hundred happy holidays in the wilderness. The balsam belt of course comes much closer to Boston than to New York and our citizens who frequent the White Mountains in such numbers, even nowadays during the winter, probably feel much less of the nostalgic effect of the balsam odor than the citizens of Manhattan — or such of them as know, or once knew, the north country. Below what used to be Herald Square, on what used to be Sixth Avenue (and is now by edict of the Little Flower “The Avenue of the Americas”) lies the Manhattan Christmas tree market. You can walk southward from the mixed odors of Times Square, compounded of perfumes as the theater crowds pour from a matinee, doughnuts frying in a corner coffee shop, exhaust fumes from a thousand motor cars, a stale smell of slush from the pavements, all at once to sniff the cool fragrance of balsam from a stack of trees by a doorway. And if once, no matter how long ago,Skating on a rink at New London no matter how long he has been penned in the great town, the pedestrian climbed Kinsman or camped by the West Branch, his steps will falter and stop, and memories will sweep over him, memories all the more precious because the same odor also says Christmas and childhood and a white world outside and a warm, fragrant world within, lit by candles on a tree and made exciting by gifts. It is hard for a lover of the North woods to say which memory stirs him more.NEW HAMPSHIRE CHOOSES A STATE TREE L W. Cortez M hite birches at Peterborough In May, 1 ‘>47, the canoe birch, Bctula papyrifera, also known as the White Birch, became, by vote of the State Legislature, New Hampshire’s official tree. The bill providing for the action was initiated by the New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs through its president, Mrs. James Funkhouser, and was introduced in the legislature by Senator J. Guy Smart of Durham. There are several reasons for choosing the White Birch for the state tree. Not only is it native to New Hampshire — a first consideration — but it is found in all regions of the state, growing as it does on rich wooded slopes and along the borders of lakes and streams. It is a characteristic part of the scenery. Nearly everyone familiar with the New Hampshire countryside, for instance, recalls his first view of Mt. Chocorua through the birches, or remembers the internationally famous birches at Shelburne. The beauty of the white Birch is dramatic against the green of other trees. While all birches are sturdy and graceful and may grow tall, thecanoe birch sometimes reaches a height of eighty feet. Its bark is chalky to cream white, tinged with yellow, and peals in thin film- like layers. Leaves are broadly oval on short, stout leaf stalks. The cylindrical fruit spikes usually droop in contrast to the more commonly erect fruit of the other birches. Historically, both in legend and story, the White Birch goes back to the days of the Indians and early settlers. It has a long record of usefulness to man, not the least gift, on occasion, that of life itself. Economically, the White Birch was to both the red men and the white the source of supply for many of their daily needs. They used its sap for syrup. They learned to dry and grind the inner bark into meal. They fashioned its light, tough, and absolutely waterproof outer bark into cups and spoons, pots and pans, boxes, and even writing paper. They peeled huge strips to make roofs for their wilderness huts. But most thrilling of all they paddled through winding streams or dared the swift rivers in bark canoes. For the canoe birch had provided man with transportation in the wilderness. Birch bark burns whether wet or dry and is therefore a valuable aid to the camper in wet or winter weather. Peeling a live birch seriously mars its beauty, however. The woodsman who needs bark may usually find it nearby on a fallen tree. Present-day industrial uses of the White Birch in New Hampshire are largely confined to the manufacture of small articles such as golf tecs, mop and broom handles, and many types of souvenirs which appeal to summer visitors. For all these reasons — its familiarity in the New Hampshire scene, its striking beauty, and its historical and economic interest — New 1 lampshire adopted as its own the tree which Ernest Thompson Seton calls “The White Queen of the Woods — the source of food, drink, transport, and lodging of those who lived in the forest — the most bountiful provider of all the trees.”This house in llopkinton, near M’eare. mis built in 1799« u«u the bnxhooii home of I ire President II. C. M'iggin of the Shawmut .\ational Hank of Hoston, and looked as shown above in July i9/6, it is re- ported by the new owner, ftifj- sell II. Dreu\ " Drewhaven” as shown on opposite page, i s noli’ the year-around home of Mr. and Mrs. Drew. FRANCONIA NOTCH A CYCLE IN LAND OWNERSHIP L Ja wrance W PatU The Afternoon of October 3 marked a significant milestone in the progress of forest conservation and public ownership of a scenic mountain area when at Franconia Notch Edgar C. Hirst, secretary and acting president of the Society for the Protection of New Hampshire Forests, presented the deed of the Flume Reservation to Governor Charles M. Dale, who represented the people of the State of New Hampshire. The transfer brought the ownership and management of the Flume into the Franconia Notch State Reservation, fulfilling an agreement made nearly 20 years ago. Appropriate ceremonies also honored the far-sighted people whose ideas and elforts, several decades ago, were primarily responsible for this public acquisition of the beloved Franconia Notch area. It is hard to realize that as late as 1831 the Legislature of New Hampshire was concerned with disposal of public lands on whichIn July 1917 * as shown at right, the house and shod had been rwtdornizetL Installations includ'd electrii'ity, telephone, 01/ In‘at, hot and cold running tenter* two bathrooms. three* sf«// Harare, insulation. air conditioning, «w/ Jlnud-light- ing. Construction of a dam across a narrate ravine in Sugar Valley has created a lake of almut I I I acres. stood virgin forests. In 1867 all remaining public lands in Grafton, Carroll, and Coos counties were sold for $25,000. Almost with the last sale thoughtful people were beginning to realize that the mountains and forests needed protection if the forest industries and resort enterprises were to be maintained. In 1881, prompted by widespread and destructive cutting, the New Hampshire Legislature provided for the appointment of a commission to investigate the conditions of the forests and the effect of cutting on run-off of streams which in turn affected the water supplies. After two interim reports the Forestry Commission was made a permanent body. Official progress, however, did not satisfy a growing public interest and so in 1901, under the leadership of Governor Frank West Rollins, the Society for the Protection of New Hampshire Forests was founded. At the end of its first year it boasted a membership of two hundred thirty-two persons from eighteen states. The representation testifies to the recognition of the importance of recreational values by people all over the United States. Philip W. Ayres, the first forester, was from the beginning vitally interested in protection of the White Mountains, and largely under hisleadership the campaign for a forest reserve in the White Mountains started in the 1903 Legislature, which memorialized Congress to take steps in that direction. The White Mountain National Forest became a reality in 1911. In the meantime the Society devoted its attention to the passage of laws to create a forestry department with a state forester and staff (1909), state-wide fire protection, production and distribution of planting stock, and state forests. Franconia Notch, including the famed Old Man of the Mountains, and the beautiful lakes, Profile, Echo, and Lonesome, was the site of the Profile House, considered the finest hotel in the mountains. A disastrous fire burned the hotel and its many cottages to the ground in 1922. When the owners, Frank H. Abbott and son, quarters like this hunting camp at Jefferson Hi nh I at ids are helpful in the of sports at all stetsons of the year. ). LENNOX enjoymentdecided not to rebuild, the opportunity arose to acquire the property for the puposc of perpetual protection, which had been a long-cherished dream. It was understood that the northern part of the 6,000-acrc property could be bought at a reasonable figure. The active campaign for purchase was initiated by Mr. Ayres and with the support of Governor Winant the 1925 Legislature appropriated $200,000 to acquire the Profile and as much of Franconia Notch as possible. It was found that the owners preferred to sell the entire 6,000 acres but felt that S400,000 was a reasonable figure, which was supported by an auditor’s report of the commercial operation at the Flume. Friends of the project rather lost heart, as leaders in the Legislature felt that such an amount could not receive legislative approval. The difficulty was but a challenge to Mr. Ayres and the Society. During the administration of Governor Huntley Spaulding he and Allen Hollis, president of the Society, obtained an option on all the land involved. Fortunately the undertaking had the deep interest of James J. Storrow, treasurer of the Society, who agreed to underwrite half of the additional amount. The remaining $100,000 had to come from popular subscription. In this undertaking the Society turned to the women’s clubs of the state which had consistently been of the greatest assistance in forestry projects. Their help assured the final success, and the property was finally paid for in 1928, from the 15,000 donations, including many nickels and dimes from school children. Administration presented something of a problem as the Forestry Commission had neither the personnel nor basic organization to manage such an enterprise. An agreement was eventually concluded between the State of New Hampshire and the Society whereby the latter took title to the 900 acres including the Flume and the commercial enterprise. The Society agreed to operate and develop the reservation and spend the income on improvements agreeable to the Commission or for other forestry purposes within New Hamp-shire and turn all the real estate over to the State by December 31, 1947. Henceforth the Flume Reservation, together with the rest of Franconia Notch, will belong to the people of New Hampshire, never again to be alienated. The Forestry and Recreation Commission will find itself the focal point of many pressures, but we trust will always be guided in its decisions by the original Franconia Notch Acquisition Act and its subsequent dedication as a memorial reservation. NEW HAMPSHIRE FRIEND To Olive Ewing Place, on her retirement from Erasmus Hall High School, Brooklyn, New York. You bring New Hampshire mountains to the day That has forgotten — or has never known Tranquillity, the unfrequented way Of silence and of peace: Old farms alone In valleys blue with distance . . . roads that climb Above the world to the brightness of a star . . . Sheep bells in cloudy pastures gray with time — These live in you and have made you what you arc. And yet you bring a sweetness less remote: Mint from your garden’s aromatic store, Swallows in twilight echelon afloat Above your chimneys, lilacs at your door — All the friendliness of your mountain land You give in your smile and the pressure of your hand. Florence Ripley Mastin in the New York Herald TribuneOLD FARMER h •anee5 .5\oit Grandfather, tough as a hickory limb, and lithe as a switch of willow, chose clean blue denim to cover him while the kitten purred on his pillow. The small paws rode on his faded shirt out to where day was borning. Grandfather called the star a flirt that boldly winked at morning. Grandfather nodded his windy head like a silver dandelion. He gave the night-born calf a bed of brand-new hay to lie on. He covered the cow with a buffalo rug and then sat down beside her: he drank to her child from a crockery jug of beautifully hardened cider. Grandfather, lean as a sapling birch, arose and seized his sickle; he mowed green hay with a ghost of a lurch and called the faint star fickle. Grandfather, hard as a hickory knot and sound as seasoned timber, sang Yankee Doodle smoking hot to get his muscles limber. His sickle hung in an apple crotch, he took his scythe to the meadow; tall in the wind that blew from the Notch, he hummed to his swinging shadow. Eighty of years and merry of eye, atilt on a tilting planet, Grandfather swung his scythe to the sky and paused a breath to scan it. For the Valley was his at dawn, his still by right of the boundary boulders — sweet earth he loved with his heart and his will and the strength of New Hampshire shoulders.Front Cover: Skiers at the popular Cranmore Mountain Skimobile parking area, North Conway, Mount Pequawket in the background. Capacity of the Skimobiles has lx*en doubled for the 1947-1948 season. Color photo by Wenday. Back Cover: White Horse Hedge and Moat Mountain as seen from Cathedral Ledge Road. Photo by Hunting. Frontispiece: A typical New Hampshire farmhouse, 150 years old, at Kingston, as photographed by moonlight in early January. The photographer, Arnold Belcher, explains that the little white lines in the sky are stars which moved during the four-minute exposure. Miss Place, to whom the poem on page 13 was dedicated, writes from Englewood, New Jersey that she is a displaced person — brought up in New Hampshire, which she loves. There are many like her, who sing the praises of New Hampshire wherever they are, and regret that circumstances keep them away from their state. The photo by Wenday used with Miss Frost’s poem in this issue shows Frank Sanborn of Gilmanton,^summer 1941. Boscawen, Oct. 17 — (AP)— Mrs. Anne Butterworth, secretary of the Sponsor club, had to make her report from memory. She reluctantly told the club: “Our family goat ate the only copy of the constitution and bylaws and also the minutes of all but three of the meetings.” NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND A UTHORS The Ncwbery medal has been awarded annually since 1922 for “the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children,” w'ritten by a citizen or resident of the United States. The latest Newbcry award was given to Carolyn Sherwin Bailey for her book, Miss Hickory. The announcement was made at the 1947 convention of the American Library Association in San Francisco, July 2. The character Miss Hickory is a doll with a hickory nut for a head. Her adventures with various animals through a New Hampshire winter and spring make “a fantasy of peculiar charm of the New Hampshire countryside, little known to most city-bound folks.” Ethel Blake in The Grade TeacherMarlboro, jV. //. April 11, 1947 Enclosed is a picture which I took of a beaver house at Upper Pond, Harrisville, N. H. Two feet of snow on ground, and house is taller than 1 which is six feet, plus. Charles YV. Collins Dayton, Ohio YVhen I was a small girl and our family lived in Massachusetts, I always looked forward to spending our vacations in New' Hampshire. But three years ago, when 1 was twelve, we moved away from New England. It was not until then that I became aware of its beauty, espe cially the rustic charm of New Hampshire. I have spent many wonderful years romping through its wooded hills, drifting lazily on its placid lakes, ana living peace- New Hampshire Troubadour fully in its quiet towns. I have attended services in the quaint little churches with the tall white steeples, and enjoyed all of nature at its best. I have w'atched the seasons come and go, year in, year out, from the first spring flowers in the fields to the last winter snow fall, blanketing mountain, valley, field, and forest in dazzling white beauty. All these things that were so much a part of me now seem so distant, so far away, and in another world. 1 only wish to express my thanks to the Troubadour for bringing them a little closer. Judy Button New literature on New Hampshire’s w'intcr vacation attractions, issued by the State Planning and Development Commission, will be sent on request. The period between “freeze-up” in December until January 15 (inclusive) is ice fishing time for “tip up” fishermen on pickerel and perch ponds in nearly all sections of New Hampshire. On VVinnipe- saukee, YVinnisquam, Squam, and Newfound lakes, noted for lake trout, w'hitcfish, perch, cusk, and pickerel, colonies of bob houses appear in January and remain until the ice softens in March. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. >1.CALLING ALL POETS The artists of winter Arc holding a show: There are vistas of merit By landscaper Snow. The ponds for the skaters By silversmith Ice Have been fashioned and polished To excite and entice. Frost, with his genius For lace work, has knit For everyone’s window-panes Curtains to fit. There are numerous pieces By a sculptor named Wind, Whose work shows some talent. Though undisciplined. Since the sun will destroy Their creations in time, They’re appealing to poets To preserve them in rhyme. 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/. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour121948 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour December 1948 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the December 1948 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour. </em><!--more--> [gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Troubadour1948DecemberFinal.pdf"] Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1948 Type The nature or genre of the resource Magazine Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant New Hampshire Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT UNDETERMINED: This Rights Statement should be used for Items for which the copyright status is unknown and for which the organization that has made the Item available has undertaken an (unsuccessful) effort to determine the copyright status of the underlying Work. Typically, this Rights Statement is used when the organization is missing key facts essential to making an accurate copyright status determination. URI: http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/UND/1.0/ Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource New Hampshire State Library, 20 Park Stree, Concord, NH 03301https://nh.gov/nhsl Language A language of the resource eng Subject The topic of the resource Ashuelot Village Colby Junior College Covered Bridges Moses Gerrish Farmer New London Warner Westmoreland