7 10 89 https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/35743262b45d0dcee64971c1d5d6dfc9.pdf 3a477c91c4e15732f876c5ace82e729a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR JULY 1950The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter, May .11, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act oj March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XX JULY, 1950 Number 4 Small Boy On a Horse by Harry Elmore Hurd f rom his hook “ Yankee Boundaries" The work of day is done Beneath the whirling sun: The final load of hay Fills the upper bay. The horses clatter free From the whippletrec. This is the hour of joy For the farmer boy Who, climbing from the rack, Mounts the nigh-horse's back. The team-horse, glad to follow, Follows to the hollow: The thirsty horses drink At the clear brook’s brink. The crystal water flows Around each sloshing nose. The horses drink their till Then gallop up the hill Through the great barn door The boy slides to the floor With a shout of glee And strips each harness free: Pegs them on the wall Then spanks each horse to stall. Who knows a greater joy Than this farmer lx>v?LICKING THE DASHER There is a generation of children growing up in our towns and cities unfamiliar with an experience common to childhood of an earlier era. I refer to the cooperative effort of a family in the making of ice cream. I notice it because when our family goes on a picnic with another family and I suggest that I will take along a freezer of ice cream, the other parties seem surprised that anyone can be so old-fashioned. This is a situation that should change for the better, for in my humble opinion a family is to be pitied if an ice cream freezer is not a part of their household equipment. When I was a child, ice cream could be purchased at the ice cream parlors for twenty-five cents a quart. Though there were fewer flavors then than now, the quality was as good or better, with fewer synthetic products put into the making of it. Not many families in our neighborhood bought their ice cream, however, except when mothers spent the afternoon at their sewing clubs and stayed too late to make dessert for supper. All of us had freezers, and at least once a week they were put to excellent use. Of course ice refrigeration was the rule then, and when the ice man came we asked him to leave us an extra piece for our use in making ice cream. We never had to pay for it, as I recall. It was usually a small piece that had been chipped from a larger one in measuring for some ice chest. Freezing ice cream was one task for which Mother never failed to receive ready cooperation. For cracking the ice and turning the crank any two of the six children of the family were anxious to help. The work itself was not insignificant. In fact, for children, it was hard compared to other tasks, but the reward made us forget. While we worked it was the reward we had in mind. We had the privilege of licking the dasher when the freezing was done!Vanilla ice cream was the stand-by, especially in winter. Summer brought variety, beginning with strawberries. A quart of berries was mashed through a sieve, sugared, and with a little lemon juice was partly frozen before the cream mixture was added. To the cream Mother always added four eggs to make it more nourishing. The cracked ice and rock salt were then piled high over the container and the freezing progressed for as long as the one turning the crank could continue. Toward the last the assistant was helping to hold the freezer steady, for then it took real muscle to turn the mechanism. Mother was called to be ready with a bowl or platter and a long-handled spoon, and when she began to give assistance everyone in the household at the time was likely to arrive on the scene with a teaspoon or tablespoon in hand. (ruernsty mites ami small air I at Stvelr Hill harm. Sanharataa WINSTON l*OTKWhat heavenly anticipation that was, the wait before the top came off! The cold salt water had to be poured out the side hole. The top of the container was wiped free of salt. The lid was then lifted. Success or failure was in our Ohs and Ahs. Mother waited for everyone to take the spoonful from the top and then she lifted the dasher, slowly, carefully, scraping off the excess that clung to it. The ones who had done the work watched to see that she didn't scrape off too much, for, after all, the ice cream left on it was their reward. Oh, but licking that dasher was fun! There were two parts to it, and we would separate them and go to it. When all the spoonable cream was off, into our mouths they went, our tongues licking the goodness still clinging to them. Then our bowl or platter with the melted cream that had run off was finished. In addition to vanilla and strawberry there was peach ice cream in season, made in much the same way as the strawberry, with a little more lemon to keep it from tasting Hat. Or there was a birthday favorite of pink peppermint, made by soaking red and white peppermint candies in cream overnight and using the mixture as seasoning. With chocolate birthday cake, this was what today’s children would call “Super.” Raspberry time brought sherbet, made with the sweet red juice, the milk being added after it was partly frozen. The berries were also used raw in ice cream, the seeds being left in, dotting the lighter pink with their darker red. A lemon sherbet was an economical treat, made with four lemons, two oranges, a quart of sugar and three quarts of milk. In our household we have worked out a scheme for having all the delights of old-fashioned ice cream when we want it. We fill two large bread pans with water to freeze in the electric refrigerator, so that we are not dependent on delivery of ice. We have a huge brown bean pot, too large for baking beans for our small family, which has in it the supply of rock salt. The freezer we have holds only two quarts, but we often use the same ice and salt for a second 6 The July 1950ELEANOR ROST Girl campers climbing \It. Kearsarge kind, storing the gallon in ice cube trays for as long as it lasts. I find it just as easy to get the cooperation of the family as my mother did. There is the reward that follows the work, just as there was years ago. All this talk about ice cream has made me hungry for some. What kind will it be? Whatever it is, it will be ice cream as it should be, made with the best of everything, in the good old-fashioned way, even to the licking of the dasher! New Hampshire Troubadour 7AMONG THE GREAT FROM THE GRANITE STATE Fourth Series LjJ. 2),,*ne SriM, 3. Charles Anderson Dana (August 8, 1819-October 17, 1897) On the 4th or January, 1950, the . \ eu• York Sun, for over a century one of the leading newspapers of the United States, was absorbed into the World-Telegram, itself a merger of two one-time independent metropolitan dailies. In the many tributes that were penned to the Sun, few took occasion to point out that the greatest name connected with it during its one hundred and seventeen years was by birth a son of New Hampshire. Charles A. Dana, like his even better-known contemporary, Horace Greeley, was born in a small New Hampshire village. Whereas the latter began his life in Amherst, Dana was a native of Hinsdale. His father was a country storekeeper who failed in business, and moved his family to New York State. Young Dana from his early teens largely supported himself, and by his own efforts learned Latin and Greek in his spare time. He matriculated at Harvard in the fall of 1839. Illness prevented his completing his studies, but many years later he was granted an honorary B.A. degree by the College. In the early 1840’s, like so many other idealistic young men of his day, he was sympathetic with the communal experiments being made in the United States. For some years he lived at Brook Farm, associating with George Ripley, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Margaret Fuller, and others. In 1847, however, he abandoned this approach to life, and sought his fortunes in newspaper work in New York. Speedily lie secured the city editorship of the \ew York Tribune, the rising daily owned and published by his fellow-New Hampshire-born journalist, Horace Greeley. For fifteen years he was Greeley’s right-hand man. But in 1862 he left the Tribune to assume special duties as a correspondent with the Union armies in the Civil War, and the next year, 1863, President Lincoln named him Assistant Secretary of War. He came to know well many of the notable figures of the period: Lincoln himself, General Grant, General Sherman, Secretary Stanton, and others. Late in 1867 Charles A. Dana acquired the Aew Tork Sun for the price of Sl75,000, and assumed the editorship in January, 1868. Said he of the Sun under his management: “. . . it will endeavor to present its daily photograph of the whole world’s doings in the most luminous and lively manner.” In this objective he brilliantly succeeded. He specialized in the technique of “interviewing” people. He introduced to the journalistic world many names destined for greatness in later years: Richard Harding Davis, Arthur Brisbane, David Graham Phillips, Jacob A. Riis, Joseph Pulitzer, and Frank Ward O’Malley. One of his editors coined the well-known newspaper dictum: “When a dog bites a man, that is not news, but Culisthenics at eleven in the mornhift are a popular feature at Hampton Heat h tlurinn the summer season r.KORCK HAGOPIAN when a man bites a dog, it is.” Another of his editors in 1897 penned the world-famous editorial, “Is There a Santa Claus?” By the time of his death. Dana had gone a long way from the poverty of his youth in New Hampshire. But it is not fanciful to believe that some of the rugged qualities characteristic of his early life in the Granite State entered deeply into his soul, and helped to make him the noted newspaper man that he was. At least, in meditating on the 1950 passing of the .Yew York Sun, one is entitled to think so. (Next month’s article: John Sargent Pillsbury) THE LITTLE STONE HOUSE Lj JJefen CL re Wills High on a hilltop outside of Lyme Plain in New Hampshire overlooking the White Mountains to the east and south and the Green Mountains to the west, its baek snuggled in the lee of a hillside to the north, stands the “little stone house.” It boasts a rijx* old age of one hundred and sixty years, as well as seventy acres of rocky, rolling land. The owner, Rachel Alice Miller, possesses a charming personality, and is ever ready with a sincere smile of welcome for the visitor; her eyes sparkle with the joy of living and her enthusiasm for the country is infectious. Although not a native New Englander her love for New Hampshire stems from her girlhood when she came north from Puerto Rico to attend Vassar College. It was here she became enamoured of the countryside. After graduating she returned to Puerto Rico where, for almost thirty years, she owned and operated a gift shop in San Juan . . . during the summer months every year she permitted herself to belured to New England. At last, she decided that she wanted to own a place, and spent an entire summer looking for her dream house in New Hampshire. One day she picked up a real estate pamphlet and saw a picture of the “little stone house” . . . she fell in love with it at once, but made no decision until the following January when she wrote to the owner making an offer which, much to her delight, was accepted. The “little stone house” was really hers! The summer previous when she had first looked at the house the owner, a tall, slender lady in her seventies, had walked Miss Miller briskly all around the property gliding over rocks and fences with the agility of a deer . . . she loved the house and the land, she said, but found at 73 years young it was “just a little rugged” in the wintertime! Then, three years passed before Miss Miller saw her house again. She had closed her gift shop when she felt it could contribute in no way to the war effort, and took a position with the Government Censorship Department for a year during which time she lived with a friend on a sugar plantation. When her friend closed the place togo into aviation Miss Miller decided that what she really had wanted to do all along was to go back to New England and live permanently in the “little stone house.” She decided to bring a Puerto Rican family back with her consisting of Anselmo Rios, his wife Aleja, and Felicita their little eighteen-moilths-old daughter, to help on the land. Miss Miller stresses the fact that the Puerto Ricans are as a whole dependable, trustworthy, honest and appreciative. She had a small house built for them which was completed in time for them to enjoy their first Thanksgiving Day in it. They are adjusting to our way of life, and our climate, and showing an interest in learning. Anselmo is studying painting, belongs to the local baseball team, to the Men’s Club, and to the Church fellowship group. The Rios have three children now, and it is Miss Miller's aim to give them a happy childhood that will serve them as a bulwark when they are. in future years, compelled to face the world with its complex relationships. In the evening before they are ready for bed they gather round her knee for evening prayer. Often, when she has a spare moment, she will read A. A. Milne to them. Through her efforts two boys have been brought from the Island and have located on farms where they are doing good work; she is now arranging to have a Puerto Rican girl brought up to help her in the house. Beside teaching Sunday School, and actively participating in civic affairs she plays the piano and enjoys reading, although she says she never has enough time for it. Her day Ix'gins at five o’clock in the morning; by six o’clock she is out in the barn superintending the milking of the cattle . . . Guernsey, Jersey, and one Holstein for quantity. 1 asked her if she had known anything about farming before coming to New England and she replied “Not a thing, but Government bulletins are wonderful!” She started to chuckle at this point and told the story of a neighboring ingenue farmer who bought twelve cows and thought it wouldn't be right to have justone bull . . . she wanted them all to be happy so she bought twelve . . . one apiece! She also has a sheep fold (these I've found are rare in X. H.) and contrary to all books on “how sheep should behave,” six baby lambs arrived the day after Christmas, and another one a few weeks later. Baby ducklings are busy growing up in a brooder house, and the chickens are fast approaching the stage where they’ll lx‘ laying. This is Miss Miller’s tenth year on the farm and she loves it dearly. She feels that the land is full of “hope” and that regardless of how tired one may be, or how discouraged, with the dawn of a new day hope comes Hooding back, and life is good again. “The Little Stone House” stands steeped in the tradition of New Hampshire living, and it is no surprise that all who enter find the peace that comes with good living and congenial companionship. Sailing on Lake IT’entu'orth ERIC M. SANFORDFront Cover: Summer scene at Laurel Lake, Fitzwilliam Depot. Color photo by Kric M. Sanford. Back Cover: Lake Chocorua and Mt. Chocorua. Highway route 16 at this point is scheduled to be improved and somewhat relocated for some distance, the work to begin next autumn. Photo by Winston Pote. Frontispiece: The Flume Cascade in Crawford Notch after a heavy rain. An extensive improvement program is in progress at the Crawford Notch state reservation. Photo by State Forestry and Recreation Commission. M rs. Wayne R. Schadel writes from Burdett, Kansas, that the school children there often borrow her copies of the Troubadour, and that they have inspired the planting there of much needed trees. As a gesture of friendship between the students of the University of Alaska and those of New F.ngland College, Henniker, an Alaskan birch tree, now growing in sight of Mt. McKinley, is to be sent for planting on the campus of the New Hampshire institution. “Old Timer” claims that “panfish” are so named because they fit nicely in a skillet and sputter deliciously when browned in the vicinity of salt pork. In late July and in August, when extra-warm and sunny days sometimes confine successful trout and bass fishing to early morning or late afternoon sessions, many fishermen turn to the panfish — yellow and white perch, horned pout and pickerel. With the exception of horned pout these fish may be taken on artificial lures, by casting or by trolling, and all are taken by still fishing with bait. The horned pout bites best at night. Shiners are usually the l>est still fishing bait for pickerel, continues “Old Timer,” but angleworms seem to be the potatoes of the rest of the tribe. Don't expect even perch always to be foolish, however. Three or four feet of nylon between the hook and your line, and a small bobber so the bait can drift away from your boat’s shadow, may make a big difference in your luck. A variety of baits — crawfish, grasshoppers, crickets — may be used to good advantage, and big fish of any species usually find a lively shiner very tempting. But New Hampshire fish are true Yankees and sometimes shy away fromfancy gadgets. They also arc apt to lose their appetites when they can see the fisherman too plairly. And they sometimes seem to be on vacation at parts unknown. That gives the fisherman a chance to go swimming, take a nap, or get re- acquainted with his family. Ten Miles Out, a guide book to the Isles of Shoals (off Portsmouth), by Lyman V. Rutledge, published by the Isles of Shoals Unitarian Association, 355 Boylston St., Boston, Mass., fifty cents. It lists points of interest on the islands and gives a historical chronology. Amherst Open House will feature the opening of twelve old houses to the public 1:00 to 6:00 P.M. July 7, and 10:30 to 6:00 o’clock July 8. The houses, including the Horace Greeley birthplace, date from the 1700’s and early 1800’s. Hostesses will be in costume in all of the houses. The program includes a tea each day and a luncheon on Saturday, the 8th. The town’s old fire engines will be on display on the common, and one may see early town records in the selectmen’s office. Proceeds from the affair will be used for restoration of the Congregational Church, which was built in 1771- 1774. The Horace Greeley hirthfdace at holier st. one of the old houses lit he often to the ftuhlie on July 7 and II see announcement . Greeley, /minder and eililor of the S«*u York Tribune, lit is horn there in lltll. The house icas fturchuseil and restoreil in 19 Why Mr. and Mrs. I’hili/t Itradle\ IhdtnesA mirror lake, within an emerald grove, Reflecting dark, tall trees with branches low; The shadows cool and deep, to where below In quiet back-curve of a little cove. As in that strange behind-a-mirror place. The stems of lilies, with a flowing grace Find root and to the lucid surface grow. A roving cloud and bird reflected are; Nor can a storm this mirror break or mar. Each storm must pass. And all the tempest tossed Upon these liquid depths is quickly lost; The surface scarless, now reflects a star. A mirror mingling fantasy and scene, Beneath blue skies a woodland lake serene. JUL 5 1950 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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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 m, c31Te New Hampshire Troubadour June 1947Hie I lew tamp Shire _Sroubadour GOMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS 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 From the October-Novcmber 1946 issue of Wings of Love, Charlestown, Mass., of which Rev. Cutler is editor and publisher Sometimes it seems as if on each successive vacation 1 did less and enjoyed it more. Last summer for instance I attempted no big peaks, nor visited anything new; yet each day in the usual mountain haunts afforded me fresh delight. The sounds and sights of each familiar scene came daily to me with an aroma exhilarating and different. The same birds sang from the same trees, and the accustomed blossoms gladdened the usual nooks, but somehow the quality of life in my quiet mountain existence seemed increasingly beautiful and significant. One of the charms that has meant the most to me on a vacation in the mountains has always been the sense of wildness, remoteness from civilization, and oneness with nature. At the age of eleven or so I used to camp out with a few others for days at a time in the untravelled forests east of First Connecticut Lake, fishing one or ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVII June, 1 947 NUMBER 3 FRINGES OF WILDERNESSIKK M.SANFORD -'(iillumf Kruntta on l.nkv Massabrsic, Munrhrstrr another of the branches of the Diamond River. At that time there were parts of the northern woods that had not been cut except for the evergreens, and the hardwood growth was often a truly magnificent sight. One of my clearest memories from those wilderness journeyings is of the floor of the big woods deep in the damp shade, crisscrossed with decaying logs, each carpeted with lichens and moss and other green growth, as if a gardener were constantly tending it. The same delightful effect may sometimes be observed where our higher mountains are still crowned with unharvested trees, and the ground beneath them harbors every fallen tree trunk until the dampness from frequent low clouds has turned it into a deep bed of lowly green growth. During the summers from 1924 to 1941, I seldom missed an opportunity to spend two active weeks in the Appalachian Mountain Club’s peripatetic August Camp. In this way I was made acquainted with a number of little-known mountain regions, such as Grafton Notch in the Nlahoosuc Range, Webb Lake near the Rangeleys, and Kidney Pond west of Mt. Katahdin, all in Maine;and Bunnell Notch under the Pilot Range, the Wild River valley east of the Carters, and lower Crawford Notch, all in New Hampshire. For the last six years these more distant and arduous camping trips have been out of the question, but the edges of nature's great wilderness still impinge upon the outposts of civilization; and every spring and summer 1 have managed to get far enough away from railroads and shopping centers to listen in, as it were, on nature’s private doings. At all events, one of the great charms of an open-air vacation is that the expected almost never happens, and before very long, one is bound to meet the unexpected. One Sunday as I was walking back from church in Randolph, New Hampshire in my very best clothes, but by a path through the pasture two hundred yards from the road, I heard a slight snort just ahead of me among some low spruces; and I stood stock still, hardly breathing in my excitement. In a few moments a doe appeared from behind the nearest tree, looking alarmed but evidently not recognizing my motionless form. The breeze was blowing the wrong way for her to smell my presence, and the beautiful creature stood with raised head and large erect ears pointed my way, not fifty feet from me. She looked at me in a way that made it clear that her none-too-accurate eyesight failed completely to make anything of my appearance. In fact, after a long minute or two of staring now at me and now to one side, she lowered her graceful head and proceeded to browse on the pasture grass. I thought that she might come even closer to me; but instead she veered oil behind some little trees, and when I attempted to sneak a few steps toward her, she heard or sensed the disturbance instantly and vanished so swiftly and silently that I could not tell either where she had gone or whether a fawn had been with her. A few days before this encounter, one of the women at our hotel had been walking along down the road when she chanced to catchsight of a doe in the bushes before the doe saw her. She watched, keeping perfectly still, while the doe looked up and down the road, and then walked out of the woods and crossed to the other side. When the doe turned around and looked back, two small fawns bounded after her and quickly all three disappeared into the forest on the other side. Instances like this one are of course not common, and yet they are not so rare as the uninitiated might think. The reason that we do not all see more wild creatures out-of-doors is simply that most of the time we are too immersed in our own affairs to see what is going on around us, or too boisterous in our sociability to avoid scaring away the exceedingly shy denizens of the woods and farm lands. So I have been enjoying my vacations in the country more and more, although I may have been walking less and less, because I am gradually learning to approach nature more respectfully and with a minimum of preoccupation. COLDBROOK FALLS MEMORIAL RESERVATION T he Town of Randolph, New Hampshire, at its annual town meeting on March 11, 1947 voted to accept from Mr. and Mrs. John Boothman, the proprietors of the Mt. Crescent House in Randolph, and from the heirs of Louis Fayerweather Cutter, the offered gift of a small area along Coldbrook in Randolph which includes Coldbrook Falls and the Memorial Bridge to the early Randolph pathmakers. Coldbrook Falls is the most striking of the many falls on Coldbrook between the floor of King Ravine and the Randolph Valley. T he area is to be held by the town as a memorial forest reservation to be known as Coldbrook Falls Reservation in memory of the late Laban Morrill Watson and Anna Burbank.4 scenic spot in the netv Coldhrook Falls Memorial Reservation. RamliUph Watson, the parents of Mrs. Boothman, and of the late Louis Fayer- vveather Cutter and Mary Osgood Cutter of Salem, Massachusetts. The terms of the gift require that the reservation be kept by the town as closely as possible in its present natural state. It is to be held for the benefit of the inhabitants and summer residents of Randolph, and of visitors to the town. By the terms of the deeds, access to the reservation will be limited to footpaths. Mr. and Mrs. Watson were early members of the Appalachian Mountain Club. Mr. Watson established the Ravine House in Randolph about 75 years ago. This well known mountain inn was long the center of the pathmaking and mountain activity on the Northern Peaks of the Mt. Washington Range. Mr. and Mrs. Cutter were for sixty years summer visitors to Randolph. Mr. Cutter, over a long period, prepared the various Appalachian Mountain Club maps of the Northern Peaks and of the Mt. Washington Range, work on which he started in 1885 while a student at Massachusetts Institute of Technology.Uo-milr circuit roatT* in Jackson I portion of th*THE HILL-ROAD Lt iJ’io DinJt I wish that I might make you see A hill-road that is dear to me. It starts up from a lovely lane, And turns and winds and once again It comes out to an open space Where golden-rod and Queen Anne's lace Are blowing there with gentle grace. High mountains lie in distant view, And clouds are floating in the blue; While far below the river winds. Brushed in with curving, silvery lines. And farther on that road we found A secret spot — a hidden ground, Where many woodland plants abound, Wood-betony and sun-dew rare. And dainty ferns of maidenhair, Pyrola and gold-thread too. And partridge-berries peeking through Their dark-green leaves, with ruddy hue. And then to make our joy complete, Orchids growing at our feet. The breath of summer standing there, I.ike little ladies, sweet and fair. I wish that you might come and see Why this hill-road is dear to me. Note — The Orchid Family Orchidaceae is represented by a variety of species in New Hampshire, the Ladies Slippers being probably the best known. The orchid to which Miss Tirrell refers is the Nodding Pogonia Triphora trianthophora. Miss Tirrcll says that "the poem was born spontaneously” after a climb on Cass Hill. Westmoreland.— The EditorBERNICE B. PERRY Cathedral of the Pines at Rindge, detlicated to First l.t. Sanderson Sloane, overlooks a beautiful valley with A ft. Monadnock in the distance. The altar honors the Neu Hampshire dead of World War II, and the pulpit is dedicated to religious pioneers and to Rindge people who have served in uar. CATHEDRAL OF THE PINES h Jlrcli Wliiteli ouAe From The Churchman, as condensed in The Reader's Digest. Only a part of the article is reprinted here. It was a dark, fog-streaked day of December 1943 in Britain that I first met Sandy Sloane. After a precarious mission over Bremen,he sat there quiet and unseeing, a mug of coffee resting on his knee. “You’re going home?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “To New Hampshire.” The change that came over him was startling. He sat up straight and his eyes glowed. “When you get back,” he said, “go see my father, Douglas Sloane of Rindge, New Hampshire. Tell him and Mom and my wife that I’m fine.” “Sure, I’ll tell them,” I said. “When you get home,” he said, “go up and see my knoll. Remember the hurricane of 1938? Well, my knoll used be guarded by giant pines and it was like walking into a great green cave. Then the big wind blew most of the trees down. “We felt so sick about it that we kept away for weeks. But finally Dad and I walked up one afternoon in late spring. The most beautiful view God ever put together stretched before us. The big trees had obscured it. The branches of the small ones that were left formed an emerald arch through which we looked out toward the whole Wachusett Divide. You should see it in the fall with the colors reflecting in the lakes. “When you see Dad,” Sandy went on, “tell him not to touch my knoll until I get back. One of these days I’m going to build something there. I don’t know what, but it will have to be something worth while. Maybe I shouldn’t even touch it, though,” he added solemnly. “It’s just like a cathedral.” It wasn’t until February that I called Sandy’s father in Rindge. Wouldn’t I come and have dinner with them one night? When I did, Mr. Sloane was in the thick of a Red Cross drive and it suddenly dawned on him that I could help him out — since I had recently returned from the battle front and particularly since I had seen Sandy in England. So we went to the village hall. Everyone was there.I gave them what I could, and concluded with what Sandy had told me about his knoll. Two days later came the stunning news of Sandy’s death. I rkturnkd to Europe for the Normandy invasion and could only imagine the weeks and months of anguish the Sloanes must have suffered. They can't remember how it actually started. But first a few branches were scraped aside to open the path. Rotting boughs were cleared away and rocks piled together for later removal. Without intent the rocks gradually took the form of a rectangular mound. The Sloanes remembered how Sandy had said, ‘‘It's just like a cathedral.” John and Douglas, Sandy's brothers, bought a rugged cross of New Hampshire granite. Seth Cleaves drove his blind horse up to the knoll and went to work. John Crosby, master mason, brought his tools. Men who had never attended church wandered up and looked on. Before they knew it they too were hauling rock. The Sloanes had intended only a modest memorial to Sandy, but as the shrine lx*gan to take form and an altar base was being cemented, it was apparent that there were other Sandys to be con- Front floor of thr old Phil pot House, Hollinsford. The house mis huilt in the late I600's.sidered. Mr. Sloane is president of the New Hampshire Society of the Sons of the American Revolution. To some of the members he expressed the hope that perhaps the Cathedral of the Pines might become a monument to the memory of others who gave their lives in World War II. A simple item suggesting this in the society’s publication brought a nation-wide response. Dozens of boxes and packages began to arrive in Rindge. From every state in the Union came rocks to be incorporated into this shrine. One stone was taken from a barn that had been used as an outpost at Valley Forge. There was a stone from the historic gorge through which Lewis and Clark first viewed the Rocky Mountains. Someone contributed a pebble from the grave of General Lafayette. There’s a stone from Washington's old Fort Necessity. It is strange how this chancel in the clouds attracts men. They walk up the hill and slowly approach the bowered entrance. One of them said, “This is my idea of a man’s religion.” By the summer of 1946 the Cathedral of the Pines had become known throughout the country and several pastors asked if they could hold services there. Benches were brought in, a small portable organ was hauled up and a village choir formed. The road to the shrine was improved, and a nearby field set aside for parking space. In a few weeks more than 10,000 people had visited Sandy’s knoll. The Sloanes realized that they should not attempt to handle all this alone; so a Cathedral Trust was formed to perpetuate the shrine. On Sunday, September 8, 1946, the Cathedral of the Pines was dedicated to the loving memory of First Lieutenant Sanderson Sloane before more than 1500 worshipers. The Altar of the Nation was offered as a memorial to the men and women of New Hampshire who gave their lives in World War II. The fieldstone pulpit was dedicated to the memory of the pioneers who blazed the trail of religious freedom and in gratitude to the men and women of Rindge who served their country in time of battle.Front Cover: Scene at Little Boar’s Head, North Hampton, on highway 1A. Color photo by Arthur Allen Peterson. Back Cover: New Hampshire Pastoral. Photo by Lilo Kaskcll. Frontispiece: Sketch by .John Pratt Whitman. The spot shown on this month's front cover was once a place where debris was left by the sea and by thoughtless people, so Mr. Peterson, who made the photograph, reports. Years ago Miss Mary Frost, who occupied one of the smaller houses opposite, was upon request given permission by the State of New Hampshire to make a garden there. Each year many motorists admire the garden as they pass it, then park their cars and walk back to enjoy the flowers and the whole beautiful scene at leisure. When, after the death of her parents, Miss Frost changed her residence, she sold her house to James Miller of Greenland, the gardener of Greenland whom she had employed to plant and supervise her garden, so that he might live there and care for the flowers. The work of Mr. Whitman, whose ^ pencil painting” is this month’s frontispiece, is on view during the summer season at his Forest Art Gallery at Tamworth, for visitors and picture hunters. He has exhibited at the Arden Galleries, New' York, and at many New England galleries, including the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. An exhibition of paintings by the late Alexander James, outstanding New Hampshire artist, is to be held at the Currier Gallery of Art, Manchester, July 15 to September 15, then at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, October 15 to November 15. To the Editor: As the author, many years ago, of some of the first research reports on community economic development, I speak with some degree of authority upon this subject, and 1 can assure you that my views coincide w'ith yours regarding the probability of an expanding economic development in the New' Hampshire of the immediate future. Dorsey IV. Hyde, Jr. Gilmanton. New HampshireNEW HA MPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS A paper on the traditional tall pines of New Hampshire, “The King’s Pines,” by Henry N. Andrews, Jr., who is associate professor at Washington University and assistant to the director of the Missouri Botanical Gardens, appears in the March 1947 issue of Historical New Hampshire, published by the New Hampshire Historical Society, Concord. The annual Craftsmen’s Fair of the League of New Hampshire Arts and Crafts is to be held at the League’s craft center in Franconia Notch, July 22 through 26. The New Hampshire Symphony Orchestra, a new professional organization w'hich has been working together since last November, had its debut on May 5 at Laconia in the first of a scries of five concerts in different sections of the state in May. Another scries of a “ Pop” nature is to be given in June. It is hoped that public interest will lie sufficient to assure the permanence of this new cultural asset for New Hampshire. Tavern Weavers, Inc., will open a private school at Gilmanton in June of this year for the purpose of teaching weaving, rug making, and old-time crafts to year-round and summer residents of New Hampshire, it was recently announced by Richard L. Small, president and active head of the school. An cfTort to promote the conservation of our New Hampshire green pastures, fields, farm lands, and forests, is being carried on in a “The Land — Our Heritage” program. Churches, Rotary Clubs, and other organizations are joining with agricultural and other conservation agencies to reach all New Hampshire citizens with the message of conservation. Governor Charles M. Dale called attention to “our duty to conserve these productive lands to the end that they may contribute to the well-being of all the people” in his proclamation for Conservation Week, June 1 to 7. The importance of New Hampshire’s land resources in our everyday life is being featured through newspapers, radio, posters, and window displays. The state Grange has declared a Conservation Month and the state’s milk dealers association is distributing 50,000 pamphlets.WARNER RIVER Wind, lovely stream, among the hills, and make A necklace for the little town to wear; Bluer than turquoise when the skies are fair; Heavy with moonstone: colorless, opaque When storm-clouds from their silver coffers shake The raindrops down; or when the sunsets flare Your opalescent crystal is so rare It seems of all the heaven’s hues to take. Wind, lovely stream, and let your purity Make glad the hearts that love your waterways, Till your least ripple is for good a call. Mirror the hills, that everyone may see Their beauty twice, then lift again in praise Of that which made the wonder of it all. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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HEATH, Editor Volume XX JUNE, 1950 Number 3 And Yet I Dream aucjli (Birthplace, Newport, New Hampshire) How strange that I, who live in grandeur here, * Among these distances of blues and reds, Should long for near horizons, white and green, For brook and meadowland; for mossy beds Of fern and violet; and for tall trees Of elm and birch, for trees whose branches bend Beneath the crush of snow’. How' strange that I Should love this land so well and yet must send My thoughts across the years to know again The scented hay in June; a wooded hill That curves, in autumn aureate as flame, To streams whose lucid waters haunt me still. So dear to me are mountains and the clear, Long days of sun; the nearness of a star; And yet I dream through days and years that pass Of that soft land, so long ago and far. •Albuquerque, New Mexiro.UNEXPECTED HARVEST l„, Us. PnJta C. We had decided to buy a summer home in New Hampshire. We searched through the catalogues of agencies dealing in rural real estate. We spent many evenings discussing the relative merits of the various properties advertised in these fascinating booklets. The excitement of turning the pages, hopefully, never knowing what awaited us, made the search almost as satisfying as the purchase itself. One evening we found a promising advertisement for a hunting lodge located on a lake in southern New Hampshire. We drove up to walk over the property and to inspect the house, and we drove home the tentative owners of a brown shingled lodge and eighty acres of land on a lake. We needed only to wait for the clearance of the title and the passing of the deed. Our first impression of our new summer home was of a neat brown building settled snugly against a little hill. It had been planned and built by an architect for his hunting lodge. It was designed to be serviceable and very comfortable, for sportsmen appreciate comfort after a day of hunting in the woods. The huge fireplace would hold a long-burning section of a tree which would demand little or no attention from the figures stretched before it enjoying the warmth while wrangling in a friendly manner over a game of cards. There were sleeping rooms built around the main room. These could be opened and warmed in a short time by the roaring fire in the stone fireplace. If there had been no comfortable, welcoming house the beauty of the grounds would have been enough encouragement for the most hesitant of buyers. The land from the front of the house, west to the boundary line, rolled slowly and smoothly up hill. It rolled 4 The June 1950BERNICE B. PERRY Mountain laurel blossoms in Mason, anil an admirer. through the green clearing up to the pine-bordered, natural theater into the thick fragrant woods beyond. There were large, grey rocks upon which one could perch, and quietly watch the lively birds and busy grey and red squirrels as they went about the jolly business of gathering food or just exercising their lithe selves. There were white graceful birches weaving their glamorous branches through the contrasting green of the pines, and the thick maples which shared the woods with them. Beyond the house and the clearing there was a ledge of rock on top of which was lain a mossy carpet. It was a beautiful spot set down in the middle of the woods. Just a short walk from the housewas the lake, a crystal clear body of cool water, a natural bowl fed by springs. Oh, it was a revelation the first time we plunged into the sparkling water and felt its cool refreshing touch! When a fanner plants his crops he knows what will grow from the seeds and seedlings he sets in his fields. We had no idea of the harvest that awaited us in our new home. As we strolled through the field one day during our first summer as owners of our new home, we saw brilliant spots of color at our feet. Upon investigating we found the sweetest, juiciest, wild strawberries, plump and warm in their leafy hiding places. We gathered bowls full of them and ate them with thick rich cream. We returned another day and picked more and made them into wild strawberry ice cream that would gain us fame on the commercial market. We gathered handfuls as we walked and ate them warm and sweet just as they came from the plants. Later that summer we were surprised to find crabapples on the trees outside our dining porch windows. Rows of neat jars of crab- apple jelly, tangy and firm, stand in our preserve closet awaiting the baking powder biscuits which will come as surely as morning. In the fall we found a large crop of butternuts on the trees which shaded the badminton court. We loaded them into boxes, carefully leaving an ample supply for the squirrels to store away for the snowy days of winter. We laid them out to dry on papers on the porch floor. Nut cakes, cookies, and butternut fudge would be our rewards for the painstaking job of cracking the shells and extracting the meats in the largest possible pieces. We burned the huge pieces of fallen wood in our fireplace, and we decorated our table with birch log candle holders. We soaked up the sunshine and fresh air, the tangy smell of pine and the healthy exercise of our refreshing swims in the lake. We gathered the beauty and peace into our hearts for the snowy winter ahead. We had garnered an unexpected harvest from our New Hampshire home.ML. > - AMONG THE GREAT FROM THE GRANITE STATE Fourth Series LJ. 2)„ane S^es, p/,2). 2. Salmon Portland Chase (January 13, 1808—May 7, 1873) Of the thirteen men who have served as Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, two have been natives of New Hampshire. They were Salmon Portland Chase, appointed by The old District School So. I at Lot khat en in the Town of Enfield. Sow preserved as a museum piece, the school is typical of many that served an earlier generation. 7 he restoration was record'd in The Troubadour of September 1947. The schmd attracts many visitors during the summer months, and its store of valuable historical relics is constantly being add'd to. SHKRMAN PKKKINSPresident Lincoln, and Harlan Fiske Stone, appointed by President Franklin 1). Roosevelt. Many tributes were paid to Mr. Justice Stone at the time of his recent death, and Chesterfield, X. H., his birthplace, honors his memory. But Cornish, X. H., likewise has the right to be proud that one of its sons also reached the pinnacle of juristic attainment in the L'nited States. Salmon P. Chase was the eighth of eleven children. One of his uncles, Philander C. Chase, who rose to greatness in other fields, was the youngest of fifteen children. When Salmon Chase was a youth, his family moved to Keene, where the boy received his early education. He graduated from Dartmouth in the Class of 1826, and settled down as a lawyer in Ohio. Rising rapidly in political circles in the Buckeye State, Chase went thence to the U. S. Senate in 1849. Six years later he became the first Republican Governor of Ohio, and in 1861 was named by President Lincoln as Secretary of the Treasury. To Chase fell heavy responsibilities in raising the money for the victorious prosecution of the Civil War. Inseparably associated with his tenure of the Treasury was the establishment of the National Banks in 1863, the introduction of I . S. paper money, and the first experiments with the income tax. Even more interesting, perhaps, was another and not too-well- known incident of Chase’s service as Secretary of the Treasury. In Xovember, 1861, the Rev. M. R. Watkinson, an obscure clergyman from the hamlet of Ridleyville, Pennsylvania, wrote the Secretary of the Treasury to urge that some recognition of Almighty The siimmrr homr at Xorth Stratford of \lr. Xmc York, ’’tufnrr" t/9/6) and ~aflrr** I originally, a sturdy, fdain farm dnxflinn. I othrrs nil I hr madr ultra tin- I in 8 The June 1950God b<- placed upon the coins of the United States. Secretary Chase read this letter and endorsed the idea propounded. He w rote to the Director of the Mint: “No nation can be strong except in the strength of God. or safe except in His defense. The trust of our people in God should be declared on our national coins.” Delays ensued in putting the project into effect, and it was not until 1864 that the phrasing, “In God We Trust,” first appeared on a coin of the United States. It was placed that year on the 2c piece, and, since then, at various times has occurred on all varieties of our coinage. Today, it is stamped on every American coin currently being issued by the Mint. When Chief Justice Taney died in 1864, President Lincoln elevated his Secretary of the Treasury to the post of Chief Justice of the United States. It was Chief Justice Chase who administered to Abraham Lincoln his second oath of office, and who headed the Supreme Court during the difficult years of post-war reconstruction. After his death in 1873 a bank named in his honor was founded in New York, a bank destined to grow into one of the mightiest financial institutions in the world. Books have been written of his career as a public officer and as a jurist. But of all the things that he did. that with the most enduring effect was his placement of “In God We Trust” on the coins of his country. Think of Salmon P. Chase, born in Cornish, N. H., the next time you feel the jingle of money in your pocket! (Next month's article: Charles Anderson Dana)FIFTY YEARS A-GROWING The Howe Library at Hanover During the first week in April, 1900, a modest and inconspicuous placard was displayed in the stores of Hanover, announcing that “The Howe Library will be open for the free use of all residents of the town of Hanover on April 7, 1900, from two to four, and thenceforward every Saturday at the same hours.” From this very humble beginning has grown a unique library which is visited by people from all over the country, written up in library journals and photographed in art magazines. The Howe Library is housed in next to the oldest dwelling in Hanover, which was built by Eleazar Wheelock in 1773. During his first three years in Hanover Eleazar had for office, administration building and library a dingy, smoky room in the primitive College Hall. So, he determined to build a dwelling suitable to his station and through the generosity of John Thornton, a wealthy English merchant, he was able to erect, on the present site of Reed Hall, a building so impressive it was always termed the “mansion house.” This housed the Wheelock family, several students, and what then served as the college library. Here Eleazar died in 1779, as did his son and successor, John Wheelock in 1816. The house then became the property of John's son-in-law, William Allen, president of Dartmouth who lived there during those stormy days until he left in 1820 to become president of Bowdoin College. The next two presidents of Dartmouth occupied the house until 1838, when William Allen sold the estate to the College. Wishing to use the site for Reed Hall, the College sold the house to Otis Freeman. Eleazar Wheelock was a “first” in many ways — first presidentof Dartmouth — certainly the first president to found a college whose “whole curriculum was 500 gallons of New England rum.” So, it was lining that his house should be first in the parade of old colonial houses in Hanover to break away from their moorings. Over the next one hundred years Hanover was to become quite accustomed to peripatetic houses. Residents never showed any astonishment when another old colonial house was discovered ambling across the campus. Eleazar “builded well,” whether colleges or houses. His heavily- limbered, gambrel roofed “mansion house” was moved across the campus to its present location on West Wheelock St. The gambrel roof was replaced by a sharp A roof and the various ramifications of sheds and barns disappeared over the years. About 1850 the house became the property of Benjamin Howe, a book binder, who died in 1867, leaving a widow, a son Charles and a daughter Emily. Mrs. Howe later inherited a substantial A recent view of the How library at Hanover.fortune, which at her death in 1897 went to Emily, as Charles had died earlier. In 1900 Emily became the second wife of her cousin Hiram Hitchcock, one of the proprietors of the Fifth Avenue Hotel in New York and a summer resident of Hanover. doing to live on the Hitchcock estate, Emily gave her childhood home to a corporation of nineteen members to establish the Howe Library as a free library for the residents of Hanover. The first floor, which was to be used for the library, was left just as it had been spacious rooms, with lovely old furniture. Some stacks, a gift from a Hanover resident, were put up at the back of one living room. There were no books in the original gift, but the library opened with a miscellaneous collection of about 1300 volumes contributed by residents of the town and a Sunday School library which was donated to it. As there was no endowment accompanying the gift, the entire expense of the library had to be met by the rental of rooms on the upper floors to unmarried instructors (where many of Dartmouth's bashful bachelors still continue to live). The library was first open for two hours on Saturday afternoon and the librarian was paid the munificent salary of 121 ■> cents an hour. At the end of the first year she reported that 111 persons were using the library and 169 books had been taken out. In 1912 Emily Howe Hitchcock died and made the Howe Library the residuary legatee of her estate, valued at about $150,- 000. Revolutionary changes were made immediately. A brick wing to house the stacks was erected; a trained librarian and assistants were hired and the library was open every week day afternoon and evening. Today, with a librarian, children's librarian and two assistants the library is one of the busiest spots in town. The library collection now numbers 21,562 and last year the circulation was 59,189. Every day nearly 200 persons use the library. Specializing in work with children, the library works closely with the schools. 12 Thf June 1950DAVID PIKRCK STl’DIO The Children's Hour at the historic lloue Library. If Emily Howe were to come back to her childhood home some cold, wintry day, she would see comfortable chairs and chintz- covered divans filled with people reading magazines and newspapers. A cheery fire would be crackling in the fireplace she remembered so well and she would be pleased to see herself looking down benevolently from over the mantel. Around the room the Hitchcocks and Howes would nod at her from their massive frames and say “This is as you meant it to be — these residents of Hanover enjoying your hospitality.” Across the hall, around another fire children might be listening to a story, quite unaware that they were in an historic house, and that their library which they love, the Howe Library, had been fifty years a-growing.Front Cover: Fishing the Am- monoosuc River near Groveton, Percy Peaks in the background. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: A scene in Jaffrey. Photo by Harold Orne. Frontispiece: Pond at the base of the ski lift, Mount Sunapee State Park. Photo by Hilton-Wahlstrom. New Hampshire Books and Authors Arnos Fortune, Free Man, by Elizabeth Yates of Peterborough, Aladdin Books, New York, S2.50, winner of the Herald Tribune’s Award for the best book in the older boys and girls class for 1950. This is a remarkable, true story of a man born in Africa in 1710, sold as a slave in America in 1725, who purchased his freedom when 60 years old, then worked to free three other slaves, one his own wife. They went to live in Jaffrey, New Hampshire, where at 91 he died an honored citizen, and was buried on a hilltop there. He left a notable will with money to be used toward education, a fund in use today. The Amos Fortune Forum, held at Jaffrey through the summer season, offers public discussion of today’s issues with the assistance of distinguished speakers. Route Guide to New Hampshire Historic Houses and Markers of the Colonial Period to 1776, compiled and published by the National Society ol Colonial Dames of America in the State of New Hampshire, S.50. Pocket size, about 100 pages listing more than 225 markers and giving the inscriptions, arranged in geographical areas by routes, alphabetical index by towns, illustrated with photos. May be obtained from Miss Lila A. Freeman, 101 North State Street, Concord, New Hampshire. The first issue of The Shore- liner, “home-town magazine of the Seacoast Region,” is to be published June 20 at Portsmouth by The Shoreliner, Inc., Herbert F. Georges, publisher. Subscription price is S2 a year. Meadow Hearth, New Hampshire’s unique theatre of the dance founded in 1948 by dancers Grace and Kurt Graff just outside the historic village of Hopkinton, opens its third season early in July. Saturday evenings will feature 14 The June 1950theatrical productions. Andrew M. Heath, Jr., will give a piano concert late in July, and the Graffs themselves will present a dance concert during the latter part of August. For five Wednesday evenings, beginning July 19, old favorites in moving pictures will be shown. A square dance will be held each Thursday evening, beginning July 6, with the popular and well known Gene Gowing calling the tunes. Square dance lessons will be given regularly during the summer for both child and adult groups. Interlaken, a girls’ camp at Croydon, has enrollments this year from Morocco, Spain, the Dominican Republic, Cuba, Colombia, and Uruguay as well as from many of the states of this country. ELEANOR KOST Mrs. Dexter If heeler of Andover and her "papoose." Susie. Mr. If heeler, a college senior. has studiid anti tired Indian lore since childhood, is ski I ltd in Indian handcraft. is uondcraft counselor at a summer t'amp, and plans to go to Montana to teach history and science to the Indians of the ! Hack foot trihe. Hr is dtdit'ating his life to trying to help the Indians. The historic houses at Portsmouth which are open to the public are listed on the 1950 New Hampshire tourist map, and more complete information is contained in a folder issued at Portsmouth. The Troubadour will be glad to send these to you on request. Warner I louse Spiced l ea Spiced tea from an old recipe is served cold to visitors at the historic Warner House at Portsmouth. It is said to be equally good served hot. The recipe: 2 tsp. cinnamon 3 cups sugar 1 tsp. cloves juice of 3 lemons cup tea juice of 6 oranges, gallon of waterA maple blowing in the sun, While little shadows hide and run Among the wind-tossed, singing leaves; Where golden coins of summer light Bespangle all the boughs in sight Till shade the flitting gold retrieves. If I were some bright bird on wing, I’d sway atop this tree, and sing. by Ruth M. Hill (From a longer poem “To a Maple”) <4Uu"Xco"°J930 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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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 •a/ The New Hampshire TROUBADOUR March 1945 The summit of Mt. Washington looking over the north headwall from Mt. Clay. Near the top are the Gulf Water tanks of the famous Cog Railway and the frost-covered summit buildings and the radio tower. "Ml. Washington [6w88 ft.) is the highest peak east of the Mississippi and north of the Carolinas. It was seen from the ocean as early as 1605 and was first ascended in 1642 by Darby Field accompanied by two Indians." A.M.C. White Mountain Guide The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR volume xivMarch,1 945NUMBER 1 2 THEMONTHOFMARCH by Kenneth Andler An ancient native of our New Hampshire village used to make the remark, "I've always noticed that if I lived through the month of March I lived through the rest of the year." This observation, accurate but specious, can best be appreciated by those who live in New Hampshire the year round. Particularly middle and northern New Hampshire. I understand that southern New Hampshire escapes some of this month. There's no use dissembling about this matter. Visitors find out about it sooner or later. Perhaps March is the penance we have to endure for enjoying our other eleven months so much. Our real Spring is a never-failing miracle of beauty and a blood transfusion to the soul our Summer is one long sylvan dream our Fall an enchanted voyage on a rising tide of color even our Winter, arctic as it is, is enjoyable, particularly to those who ski and skate, and to those who prefer a "song by the fire," when "the great white cold walks abroad." New Hampshire Troubadour3 But March! It drags. It raises eager hopes of warm and sunny weather and then dashes them to the ground with frigid, stormy days. It clears the roads and sidewalks to give one a glimpse of the long missing terra firma and then covers them with slush which it freezes into iron knobs and pitfalls of arrowheaded ice. It sends its own particular wind to search you out and put its icy fingers on your heart. It turns some roads to lanes of rutted mud. In short, it tries the soul. In fact, it tries the soul so much that I have often thought if town meetings were held in some other month they wouldn't be nearly so acrimonious. Everyone is likely to be out of patience with himself and with everyone else and ready to let off steam at town meeting. It makes us feel better temporarily but we still have about two weeks of March left ahead of us. Yet somehow one must have these Marches in his background to qualify for a full-fledged resident of New Hampshire. One would certainly be no Granite Stater who had run away from many Marches. They have to be in a native's background just as stones have to be in a pasture. People who run away from our Winters to warm and sunny climes (and how we envy them from time to time), become from a strictly New Hampshire viewpoint, neutralized, diluted and watered down into something one can scarcely recognize as brother citizens, pale images of their former selves. You see they've dropped out the month of March from their souls. They've gone "agin" nature as we know it. It's like leaving salt out of the oatmeal. Certainly April, May and June must fail to bring the delirious joy of living to those who never suffered through March. Perhaps I make it too strong. There's sugaring in March (although they say there's more sugar made in April) and that's one point in its favor. The steaming vats, the sweetish taste of sap, the delicious flavor of new syrup — these things are all to the good. But to me they are just a sign of the real Spring which we all 4The March 1945 After a morning of skiing an outdoor lunch of toasted sandwiches and coffee in the warm sun is something long remembered long for, and the maple trees seem to be drooling in anticipation of it. Yes, March is a necessary and proper ingredient of New Hampshire. A Devil's Advocate, perhaps, but essential. From the olden days when it was thought to be well-nigh fatal to get a haircut in that month and when the story was told of six weeks' sledding in March, to these later years, it hasn't changed much. It's just an alder swamp to cross before you can reach the serene and invigorating uplands there ahead of you. New Hampshire Troubadour5 BACKHOME Even now, more than 300 years after the Pilgrims, there is a feeling that New England is "back home." Its white churches and its Louisburg Square in a scurry of snow move some nostalgic spirit even in the Westerner or Southerner who has never seen them, and Christmas carols on Beacon Hill are as they are in no other corner of America. For these are days when the minds of men go to national beginnings as well as personal living and dying, and that dark coast and snowy hinterland to the northeast facing the Atlantic waste, and what is on the other side, just as they did when kings were oppressors and Hitler was not heard of. Kenneth Roberts wrote of old Portsmouth, and its great and beautiful houses still stand. Burlington looks down upon the lake on which Rogers and his rangers skated on their deadly raids. At Bennington towers the battle monument which signifies our immemorial freedom. So in Charlestown soars the granite shaft that commemorates the Battle of Bunker Hill, where today, with freedom nearer fully grown, men in red coats could march again at need, and be welcome there. Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut, mountain range and rocky or sandy beach, they are all "back home" to men at war whether they hail from New Orleans or Puget Sound, or happen to have been born somewhere in the long cold sweep of New England itself between Colebrook and the Canadian border. The Androscoggin, the Penobscot and the Kennebec swirl beneath their northern ice, names less known than Plymouth, Boston and New Bedford, but fitting into the outline of our national story. Tonight the remote reaches of Moose-head will lie under their cover of white, and somewhere across the sounding sea there are men who remember Greenville's general store and Lilly Bay and the streets of Bangor, Maine, and the crash of the waters in the thunder hole on the rocky coast at Bar Harbor. 6The March 1945 And in Belgium there is a colonel of a famous name who comes from the gentler Narragansett country in Rhode Island and knows the homes of Peacedale and Wickford and the ancient amenities of South County, where yellow corn meal still goes into jonnycake made according to the recipe of Phyllis, grandfather's never-to-be-forgotten cook. These are the things of New England, as varied as a patchwork quilt and as unified in tradition and in purpose. Among them the little farms breed their cattle and raise their products and the industrial cities grind out their war machines and their millions of yards of textiles, some of which must be dyed in the blood of men from many States. There the foundations were laid where men vote as they please and fight when freedom is assailed. There are many churches there of many designs, but the old white church is the symbol that represents them all. The qualities indigenous to New England are those of everywhere that men have always wanted built into their homes. And so when the men in the fighting line say it they may mean Pasadena or they may mean Nashville but they also mean New England when they say "back home."—New York Times The Common at Fitzwilliam ORNE < j. ex it i" Dover The first permanent settlement in New Hampshire was at Dover point in 1623, incorporated as a city in 1855. Originally named “Hilton’s Point” after one of the early settlers, the name was later changed to “Northham” and finally to Dover after the English town. Top row left to right: Public Library and Civil War Memorial. Central Avenue from Lower Square. Woodman Institute. Center: High School. Post Office. Bottom row: Henry Law Park. Lower Square. City Hall. All photographs by A. Thornton Gray A wonderland of frost and snow on the summit of Cannon Mountain, Franconia Notch WINTERINWESTMORELAND by Mrs. Forest F. Hall To many of you Winter brings memories of a beloved small town, much like Westmoreland. Many of you have spent your childhood, or some part of your life in such a town. Perhaps you have come to some small town, and made a home, and spent the Summer months enjoying the beautiful country we are so proud of. It is 10The March 1945 just as beautiful in Winter, and just as thrilling to look at, and live in, as it is during the months you know it. In Westmoreland the Connecticut River flows broad and snow-covered between us and Vermont. It makes a smooth white pattern as it winds the length of the town. The meadows are marked with the tops of the fences, showing above the snow. On the hills are the bare-limbed hard wood trees and the dark green evergreens. When a full moon comes up over the hills, early in the evening, while the sky is still blue, it is an inspiring sight. Through all run a network of roads, the main routes often black ribbons because the snow has been scraped off by large snow plows, or melted by salt. The hill roads are narrow avenues of white, often just the width of a car, with the snow banked high on each side. The trees are all beautiful after a storm, feathery with the new snow, or glistening with ice, their branches resembling icicles. We look forward to the years when the evergreens cone, as then the cones of the pine, spruce, and hemlock are like Nature's ornaments on a lovely Christmas Tree. After a light snow the branches of the trees are moved by the faintest breeze, and as we look toward the hills we see soft clouds of snow falling, as it is shaken from the trees. The trees on the tops of the hills are often white with frost, and shine with a pink glow as the early rising sun steals through the small valleys. Our small brooks flow to the Connecticut River and the occasional open spots make an interesting pattern in the snowy brook beds. The footprints of tiny animals lead down to the open pools. The grey squirrels run between trees where they have stored nuts, and hiding places of seeds and grain. Sometimes we see the smaller red squirrels, or even the lively little chipmunks. Our Winter birds flash back and forth eagerly eating the food that is put out for them. Perhaps they know that we are showing our appreciation for all the insects they have eaten in our gardens New Hampshire Troubadour11 during the Summer months. As Spring comes we see more color in the birds, as we greet the red-headed woodpeckers, the flickers, the bluejays, and finally the beautiful bluebirds and red-breasted robins. The children are an interesting part of small town life. They form a pretty picture on their way to the little district school. They are well bundled up, with bright mittens and caps, and swing their lunch boxes merrily. Often they stop to jump in some smooth snow bank, amusing themselves by making patterns of their bodies in the new snow. There is much fun for children in a small town. They slide, skate, and ski. Perhaps they play with an old family horse, hitching him to any old sled they can find. Perhaps they are training a small pair of steers, and haul up jags of wood on home-made sleds. The children and the animals seem very fond of each other, and make an appealing sight playing and working together. The children will work for hours, clearing off a pond for skating. Perhaps they will have a party, with a huge bonfire, and good hot food. They are a beautiful sight, the small flying figures, with their bright clothes. I fear they are never as much interested in shoveling the paths around the house and barn, as they are in some fascinating project of their own. Our homes and farms look snug and warm, with the smoke curling from the chimneys, making a pattern against the hills or the sky. The paths are shovelled between house and barn, and to the mail box. To many people the arrival of the Rural Mail Carrier is the big event of the day. He brings the daily papers, market bulletins, packages from the mail order houses, and the long looked for letters from boys and girls away at war, or working in war industries. On warm days, we see the cattle in the barn yards, maybe the flash of the black and white of the Holstein, or the dark red bodies and white faces of the Herefords. Wood piles stand in each farmyard, even-cut four-foot firewood, piled neatly, for easy measuring. 12The March 1945 Business section of Wolfeboro, "oldest summer resort in America" Soon a neighbor will come along and saw it into stove lengths, charging a dollar or so a cord. The wood pile is always a part of the Winter landscape, and brings a promise of warmth by a stove, over a register, or in front of a fireplace. Tucked away in the Winter loveliness are many beloved homes of our Summer residents. They look neat, well closed up against the rain and snow. In spite of this, they look warm and comfortable, even if the snow is piled up around them. Many of their owners are thinking of them now, and wishing they were here to enjoy the beauty of the town at this season, as they do in the vacation months. New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Off for a day's skiing from the A.M.C. Pinkham Notch Camp. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Washington and the Ellis River from Jackson. Photograph by Pote. Beginning to think about a vacation next summer? Some literature is ready now, and we'll be glad to send it to you. " A cynic is a man who has taken stock of himself and got sore about it." A Gentlemen Orders a Dress Coat. From the day book of John Whitte-more, owner of a general store in Fitzwilliam: November, 1822 9 yds. Crimson Bombasett$4.50 16 Gilt coat buttons.67 1 skien silk.06 stick twist Knots thread 1/4 velvet for color.13 1/8 yard buckram 1/2 yd cotton cloth Total$11.60 Bot. by Henry Ide of Hinsdale. 14 To be paid in Gravestones @ one Dollar per foot to be delivered here in May. Sorry we can't account for the missing $6.24 and explain the relation of a dress coat to gravestones perhaps Mr. W. was one of those modern chaps who kept two sets of books. If we ever run across the other set, we'll let you know. From a letter written by 1st. Lt. George H. Gray: "I didn't think of New Hampshire the same while I was there as I do now. It is being away that has made me really appreciate what it means to me. One little picture can bring back to the foreground of my memory all the happy days I've lived there. For an example, in the January issue the recollections recalled by looking at the picture of Tuckerman's Ravine, were, first, of just a few years ago how much I'd enjoyed skiing there then the thoughts of skiing reminded me of how I'd learned to ski and of course that led to thoughts of my entire childhood. You can see what it really means to me, taking the booklet as a whole and not just one picture. It keeps vivid the memories I cherish of New Hampshire. God Bless her for that beauty." The March 1945 "Shovel-a-Minute" Plan Really Works Andover, Feb. 16—The Man with the Hoe may have had his day, but at Proctor Academy the man with the shovel is the man of the hour. This is due to the "shovel-a-minute" plan adopted to meet the emergency created by this season's unusually heavy snowfall. According to this plan, paths are started, then shovels are left suggestively at the places where shoveling is needed. Everyone who comes along, faculty and students, takes a shovelful or, when possible, shovels for a minute. It is amazing how rapidly Proctor's approximate mile of walks have been cleared, with everyone lending a hand. Manchester Union The following is an excerpt from a letter written by Capt. Frederick W. Smith to his mother, Mrs. A. C. Swift of Wilton, New Hampshire. Capt. Smith is in China: "Once in a letter you worried about whether I'd still like New Hampshire when I got back. If you hadanyideahowmuchof my New Hampshire Troubadour REMEMBER.'' time I spend in New Hampshire, strolling around the farm, wandering up attic in the big house, down cellar in the barn, and sitting in front of the fireplace in the little house listening to the phonograph, you'd stop worrying. I also quite frequently go camping in the mountains and go from Lakes of the Clouds over Washington, Jefferson, and Adams to Madison Hut and then down Adams slide trail to Great Gulf shelter. I've been over all my favorite trails there so many times in the past six months that if when I get back they have moved a single rock on any of them, I shall notice it, and resent it deeply. You haven't anything to worry about." 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. NOR RECKONEDONTHEMIRACLE OFSPRING by Bishop William A. Quayle The winter hath been weary, long, and cold The snows have banked them deep in wood and lane: The North wind piped reiterant refrain Of loneliness and care, or carol bold: Bleak storms have reveled over hill and wold. How hardily shall the flowers bloom again, And pastures answer to the gentle rain, Which shall entice the sheep from winter's fold. 'Twas thus I fretted in the wintry days, And made gray days yet grayer with my plaint Nor reckoned on the miracle of Spring. Spring came, — a wash of balmy winds, a haze Of violet, a waft of perfume faint And then — a bluebird, voice and wing! 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 troubadour031945 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour March 1945 Description An account of the resource Enjoy the March 1945 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW
HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES
SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS
THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY
THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT
CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR One morning soon he will look out. To see that ice has left his lake
And let spring in beyond a doubt. The shining world will all but break
The patient strings that bind his heart; For here the ancient miracle
Renews the secret of its art, To make life brave and beautiful. The mayflowers will peek through like stars
Beneath the elemental brown, And cows will wait at pasture bars
For milking when the sun goes down. Then he may live his dreams again
In furrows opened by the plow, To learn that spring is made for men, And heaven is not distant now. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVI March, 7947 NUMBER 12 ANNOUNCEMENT l,j juju n he man Yew Hampshire Troubadour — Courtesy, Boston Post 3WINSTON POTK The Presidential Hnihuav (V. S. 2) at Jefferson THE HIDDEN TRAIL With eyes closed I see the hidden trail, for memory retains a
picture of snow under trees in late winter days. This is the scene: A shack in a sugar orchard surrounded by tapped trees with
wooden buckets hooked under dripping spiles. Constantly sap is
slowly dropping, filling the clean, yellow pails with water-colored
fluid. Threading between the trees, treading on deep snow with
snowshoes, I gather overflowing containers and fetch them to
huge kettles, used to “boil down” the sap. Under the kettles or inside the shack in rusty, warped stove, are
brisk fires; from burning birch wood odors of smoke fill the air
with pungent fragrance, — not unlike the taste of spice and tang 4 The March PUTof hot gingerbread, covered
with homemade, sweet butter;
or the acid sting of hard cider
after father had plunged a red-
hot poker into the cracked,
brown pitcher filled from a
barrel, downstairs, in the cold
cellar. Wind is sparring with brown
oak leaves. They are scolding
with husky voices, telling the
boisterous boaster to sweep the
carpet covering forest’s floor,
and to seek clouds burdened
with spring- time moisture; twist
them together, wring out show-
ers to wash away all ice and snow, and feed pregnant soil, vibrant
with life, waiting to give birth to buds, all seeds and roots of ver-
dant, sleeping children conceived by nature. Perhaps that is the
reason clinging oak leaves remain on guard all winter: merely to
guide vagrant winds and send them about their business. Returning to the sap-house for warmth of fire and steaming
kettle, 1 try, very gingerly, to taste the bubbling syrup. It is too hot!
My tongue is burned. The first maple sugar hardens when a tin
cupful is poured on the snow outside. There is no sweeter candy
than frosty maple cooled in the forest on crystalline snow. Later, at home, we decide there is no better nectar than maple
syrup, generously spread over hot, brown flapjacks. To fully enjoy
these, breakfast must be served in the kitchen near the hot, wood-
burning range; the table must be covered with a checkered red
cloth with white fringe. Over the faint odor of wood-fire and
slightly scorched cakes an aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly
brewed coffee greets a hungry boy. Xew Hampshire Troubadour 5Is this the hidden trail? It stretches back over the years away
from war and shackled hopes, fettered ambitions, back to the days
of wishful thinking. Then faith lighted the pathway yet to be blazed
along the trail. One cannot go over the years again except in mem-
ory following lights of faith that still remain undimmed. I decide
the trail is not hidden at all. VACATION THE YEAR-ROUND I am not a native of the State, and my work has been in New
Hampshire for over fifteen years, so I can have neither the joy of
returning to her as my boyhood home, nor the out-of-stater's
anticipation of the coming summer. In spite of that, I won’t be cheated out of the greater joy and
anticipation which belongs only to us who live here all the time. I’ve been in love with the State since I went to Phillips Exeter
in 1919. And now in these later veal's, having married a Concord
girl, Eleanor, daughter of the late Dr. Charles Duncan, Secretary
of the State Board of Health, and having lived in turn in Salem,
Franccstown, West Lebanon, Hollis, and now Auburn, I find my
love for New Hmapshire continues to grow. Other writers to The Troubadour may sing their praises of
olden times or summer days or winter holidays; let me sing of New
Hampshire the whole year through. I was not always thus. Not that I didn't love the State, but I
took her for granted, as we arc so wont to do. Then one summer
day, being impressed by the number of cars from other states, it
suddenly dawned on me, “Why, here these folks arc spending hun- 6 The March 1947dreds of dollars to drive over these roads and see this scenery and
I'm being paid to live here!" From then on 1 had a new pair of eves
and a heart which beat with greater and continuing appreciation. I’ve found this. There’s a clump of birches I have to pass two
or three times a week. They’re the same, but different, as you
know, each time; and they’re mine the year round with continual
joy and anticipation. Some vacationer spends, say, a hundred dol-
lars to go by them and love them. There’s two or three hundred
dollars a week I’m paid beyond my regular salary. Then there’s a fine lane down back of our house. It leads
through a lovely wooded spot, with a small brook, pines and all
that, and more wildflowers in the summer than I can find names for.
A walk down that lane full of joy and anticipation is mine any-
time I want it. How many hundreds of dollars do I gather in
twelve months there? Again, I have to drive quite
a bit. Each time I start out I say
to myself, “If you were on vaca-
tion you’d pay for this like the
others do — all right, you’re on
vacation!” So I don’t know how-
many vacations a year I have,
from five minutes to several
hours long. I don’t have to wait for snow
or summer, or fishing or hunt-
ing. New Hampshire is mine for
the whole year round of one
grand vacation as I work. 1
have twelve months of joy and
anticipation, for, because of my
love for New Hampshire, I live
here now. Ktmtlnl/ih -intrlnmi vallry from Hantlolf>h
Mountain WINblON poie A ew Hampshire I roubadourPROGRESSING BACKWARD Ltf la if dn S. jf^earson Standisu Corners is itself again. The natives are satisfied; the new
folks who live here like it, and the summer folks are happy. The whole upsetting episode was due to Obadiah Phren’s good-
heartedness. His wife, Patience, was heard to remark that Obadiah
may have a good heart, but it wouldn't have done any harm to ask
before he went ahead. It was a year ago that Obadiah suddenly decided he wanted to
modernize. When we heard the first faint rumors, we simply paid
no attention. “Phren’s General Store” was the mecca of the coun-
tryside. It was one of those traditional institutions that simply
goes on and on. Obadiah’s father had run it for sixty years; Oba-
diah himself had had it for forty. Now he was going modern!
Streamlining! It was difficult to think of the Corners without the General
Store. Here was New England storekeeping at its best. One side
of the big room held groceries; the other side was the dry goods
area. On a huge counter down the middle were heaped clothes and
shoes. There were glass cases with toilet goods, candies, and small
tools. Spread helter-skelter everywhere were cardboard advertising
signs left by traveling salesmen. Near the rear of the store was
a huge, round, wood-burning stove. From early fall until late
spring it never went out. Around it were two or three broken chairs
and several kegs and lx>xes. This was headquarters for the town, the
forum where local, state, national, and international issues were
really settled. In the back room were grain, kerosene, harnesses,
molasses, and farming tools. Obadiah held the agency for a dozen
and one things. You could get a mowing machine, oil burner,
sewing machine, or set of furniture through him. 8 The March 1947MOODY STL'DIO General store at West Spring field He has never revealed when the thought of change entered his
consciousness. All the town knows is that one day, without warn-
ing, a group of city men descended on the store. In a twinkling, the
wide front porch disappeared. In a couple of days there was a
brand new front, all shining and aggressive in bright colors. Two
big plate glass affairs took the place of the dusty, cobwebby, many-
paned windows. Obadiah was vastly pleased. He had done something for the
community! Inside, the shelves were rebuilt; the middle counter
was eliminated. Modernistic showcases came into being. The old
stove went, and Obadiah sold himself an oil burner. “Phrcn’s
General Store” was catching up to the twentieth century. He
chuckled mysteriously as folks asked, “What next?” One couldn’t
help smile, he was so obviously having the time of his life! Before the modernization was completed, one began to hear the
first rumblings, like distant thunder on a sultry August afternoon. New Hampshire Troubadour 9If one lived in the country, why couldn't he trade at a country
store? \Vc didn't want the chromium-plated, blatant-colored,
streamlined effect in the store where we spent our money! To add
the final straw, several smart-looking signs went up. “Cash only.” Now all of us paid our bills. If folks didn’t Obadiah soon weeded
them out. His genial friendliness didn’t mean he was an easy mark.
But most of us liked to pay once a month. Through it all, Obadiah beamed and smiled. He apparently felt
that he was doing us all a great service — giving us an up-to-
the-minute atmosphere in which to do our shopping. No one knows for sure just when we began to doubt the ways of
progress. Standish Corners is not a bustling, hustling, streamlined
community. We take things “in our stride,” but moderately.
Hurry for hurry’s sake doesn't go with country living. Perhaps
there was a subtle, mysterious atmosphere of disapproval in the
community. The free-for-all discussions were no more. A radiator
doesn’t do the things to a man that a friendly stove does. “Phren’s
General Store” was gone. The Peterborough Town Library, established in IH33% the first free public library in
America supported by public taxation 10 The March 1947Obadiah was and is a stubborn man! He doesn’t give in easily.
Through the spring and summer, his chin kept the angle that we all
know well. It was the angle that won the bandstand, the Recrea-
tion Hall for the young folks, and the uniforms for the baseball
team. It was because of these things that the town remained loyal.
But the new folks and the summer folks put on a good deal of pres-
sure. The second change was effected as suddenly as the first, except
that Obadiah called in Seth Warner, the local carpenter, and his
crew. Before our eyes signs of modern merchandizing disappeared.
All was as before, except the new heating system stayed. But
the wood stove came back! Obadiah hasn’t said much. Once in a while he rubs his chin and
smiles quietly. He is a Shakespearean scholar and likes to change
quotations a bit. Anent another subject he murmured the other
evening, “O that a man might know the end of a day’s business
ere it comes.” SHEEP ON OUR FARM L ft.Andrews, Our farm in Sanbornton is like a good many other summer farms
in central New Hampshire — a few acres of fields, a woodlot, a fine
garden and a blueberry patch. We’re inclined to brag a bit because
it's home and many hours of toil have gone into its rejuvenation.
It is true we see the Belknaps as others are not favored, and when
the first forethoughts of winter send cool nights in August we look
out across Lake Winnisquam over a billowy sea of fog that keeps
our friends along the lakeshore wondering about the weather for a
few early hours in the morning. New Hampshire Troubadour 11Mother ami lamb on a Chichester farm When my folks acquired the place more than fifteen years ago
it had weathered a hundred and a quarter years of storms and
peaceful change. Time was, a century ago, when Sanbornton was
a mid-state metropolis and across what is now our front lawn ran
the range road straight as an arrow for miles. Now much of it is
dense forest, but a part, kept open by a neighbor's cattle and cord
wood hauling, guides us to our blueberry patch up on the hillside.
Along the old road are the cellar holes of homes of yesteryears —
generations who bent the rocky granite hills into submission for
a time then, when the cities and the level prairies called their sons,
relinquished their precarious grasp and the woods have crept back.
Yet they live and they will for a long time to come in the solid
field-stone walls and crumbling foundations overgrown with
raspberry bushes, and maybe a lilac or an old rose lingering on, 12 The March 1947and certainly some apples gone wild through the woods and in
overgrown pastures. just as a love of the rural life and the old ways of the past have
gradually seeped into me after twenty years of following New
Hampshire trails I have hoped these last few years that my own
small sons would come to really feel the spirit that lingers on here
in the hills. Our winter home in St. Louis eliminates the possibility
of week-end visits, but they look forward to the summer vacation. For years Dad has let native friends use our eight or ten acres
of hayfield for mowing, for oats, or potatoes. It kept the land
“gainfully employed” but never created much enthusiasm on the
part of the family. But by last spring our next door neighbor, a
Sanborntonian of old and enduring stock, had increased his flock
of sheep to the expansion point and bargained for use of the field
as a pasture. Dad is a great vegetable gardener; there are few old
timers in town that could better the long succession of delectables
that load down the table but we know now, perhaps somewhat
belatedly, that animals make a farm, and last summer the third
generation of us fed yellow transparents to the sheep on their regu-
lar traverse past the back door. Sheep, like ourselves, my older son
found, have their likes and dislikes. Some disdained these summer
delicacies from the start, others munched a bit half-heartedly and
trotted off with a baa . . . that conveyed little gratitude, but a few
were regular customers and obviously mourned the fall of the lone
tree’s last apple in late August. A century ago our sheep in New Hampshire meant clothing for
the immediate family that winter, and stories are told of busy and
efficient housewives who could shear, clean, spin, and weave, then
tailor a pair of trousers within two days time when occasion called.
Well — we have a spinning wheel on the farm too but we do not
especially hope for that particular occasion. Although the sheep
are not our own we feel that they are part of the farm and last sum-
mer it was more alive than it had been for many years. . Yew Hampshire Troubarlour 13Front Cover: Sugar house and
gathering sap in a New Hampshire
maple orchard at Randolph. Color
photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Skier at Jackson.
Photo by Harold Orne. Frontispiece: Ice breaking up
on the Contoocook River. Photo by
Eric Sanford. Correction: The January front
cover showed Mt. Adams from the
Glen. The photograph of Governor
I )alc and his family, which appeared
in the January Troubadour, was
taken by A. Thornton Gray. Pauline Soroka Chadwell’s poem,
Winter Garden, which appeared on
the back cover of the February
Troubadour, appeared originally in
The Flower Grower. Ralph Page, of Nelson, popular
singing square dance caller who
put dancers at the New Hampshire
Folk Festival through their paces
last June, recently sang his w'ay
through six sides of square dance
recordings, including one recording
appropriately titled “ Monadnock
Muddle.” It was recently announced that
the Agricultural Experiment Sta-
tion at the University of New
Hampshire, under the leadership
of Dr. A. F. Yeager, is developing
new varieties of fruits and vege-
tables suited to our climate, in-
cluding apples, strawberries, rasp-
berries, blackberries, peaches, blue-
berries, hazelnuts, hickory nuts,
butternuts, lima beans, tomatoes,
squash, watermelons, cantaloupes,
shell beans, and pop corn. The Rhododendron Reservation
and Cottage in Fitzwilliam, a 300-
acre tract including 16 acres of
rhododendron plants, was offered
to the state by the Appalachian
Mountain Club last December, and
accepted by the Governor anti
Council. This unusual growth of
rhododendron plants, the largest
known natural tract in this latitude,
should be especially interesting to
New Hampshire people as the
beautiful flowering shrub is rare
elsewhere in the state. Rhododen-
dron Cottage, a farmhouse said to
be over 200 years old, was given
modern facilities by the Appalach-
ian Mountain Club without losing
its original charm and character.
The property is stituated two and
one-half miles from Fitzwilliam on 14 The March 1947Rhododendron Cottage, l ilzu illiiirn the old Richmond Road. The State
Forestry and Recreation Com-
mission plans to continue the per-
petuation of the area and the
cottage for the use of the public The first “ PBX,” or private
branch exchange in history, tele-
phone engineers say, was installed
at Concord, New Hampshire. Young Charles F. West, teleg-
rapher and chief dispatcher for a
little railroad, went from Concord
to Boston in 1879 to explain his
idea to the engineer of the year-old
telephone company. “If,” he said in substance, “I
could connect my office telephone
whenever I wished directly with
the offices of the yard master, the
master mechanic, and a few others,
it would be a great convenience
and time-saver. Here’s my rough
idea of how it can be done. What
do you think? New Hampshire Troubadour The engineer designed a “gadget”
to carry out West’s suggestion, and
some weeks later it was installed in
West’s office at Concord, mounted
on a sewing machine table. A recent issue of Collier's con-
tained this item about Claremont,
New Hampshire: The Chamber of
Commerce returned traffic fines
paid by three dozen motorists, as a
good-will gesture. NEW HAMPSHIRE
BOOKS AND AUTHORS A chapter on the stone ruins at
Salem of a village believed to have
been built more than 1,000 years
ago appears in New England's Buried
Treasure by Clay Perry, recently
published by Stephen Dave Press,
New York. The Concord Monitor reports
that Nearby, the latest book written
by Elisabeth Yates McGrcal of
Peterborough, has been selected
by the People’s Book Club as one
of its choices, and an additional
100,000 copies have been ordered
from the publisher. A new book of poems by Marion
Francis Brown of Center Harbor
has been published under the title
High Flung Banner. 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N N.SKI SONG I '/ TIERE on the hill we pause for flight
11 Over a trackless sea of white, A silver sea of moonlit snow
Now with a slow, soft swish we go! With stars overhead and stars below
Where snowy diamond crystals glow. The song of our skis is the song of wings, A soft, swift skimming of white gull’s wings. Space and time are left behind
Where city lights gleam and pathways bind.
Here we are to fly through the snow
Over the hills as the white hares go. White spray splashes our faces with light
As on we skim through the limitless night;
Over the hills and over the snow, Sweet is the song of our skis below. From The Christian Science Monitor Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour194703 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour March 1947 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1947-03 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. The magazine was printed between 1931 and 1951. 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Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour 1950The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beaut y and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter, May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act of March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XIX MARCH, 1950 Number 12 Fret not, my soul. While stand I at my menial task, You know you can but softly ask, And then upon our unseen wings We’ll fly, to where all lovely things Are free. Early in the morning air We’ll trudge along, without a care, And climb the hills, a breathless task, In glorious sunshine we will bask Upon the summit. Oh lovely view, My soul, then I shall be alone with you. The birds and beasts and all we see So rapt in quiet simplicity — Then we can gaze upon such beauty unsurpassed. Fret not, my soul. This utter peace Is Nature’s way to give release. And one day, soul, perhaps we’ll see The Heaven New Hampshire means to me. By Lillian Gibbs (of Liverpool, England)WINSTON POTK Covered bridge aver Swift River« Pasxacanait'ay. SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE b(f t^olli <bins Long before the smallest shoots of green grass struggle into sight and the days begin to lengthen materially, the small seasonal timer which every Northerner has within him whispers of the impending arrival of spring. Visual confirmation of the whisper’s accuracy is given by the bare spots on the lee side of the woods, the corn snow, the first sap run, the frantic rush of the smelt, and the muddy roads. These signs not only supply that confirmation, but also that much needed transitional lift from winter to spring. 4 The March 1050What is more peaceful and satisfying to both mind and spirit than a tramp on snowshoes into the suddenly awakened sap orchard? One hears the pizzicato-like note of sap dripping into the buckets, the hushed startled whir of the busy chickadees and white-tailed sparrows, and the crows cawing hopefully in the distance. One’s nose shares in the renewed pleasures as a deep breath brings to it the intermingled odors of fir balsam, thawing earth, and the boiling sweet sap. Hut here winter is not yet in full retreat! The men on the sleds jogging and lunging over snow-hidden hummocks on trips to and from the warm sap house are heavily dressed, and the horses steam in the sun as they doze lazily while gathering pails are emptied and refilled. Overhead a chipmunk has proved himself to be no less ingenious and industrious than man in the gathering of the sweet nectar. He has gnawed a hole in the bark on the under side of one of the small maple branches, and tilting his head backward, is drinking, drop by drop. Let us leave the sedulous activity of the sap yard and ramble down through the deep woods to the brook, which by now should be unfettered from the winter's chains. The mushy, lingering snow shows numerous animal tracks, crossed and criss-crossed, some of which arc diflicult to identify. A squirrel has burrowed deeply for one of the nuts he hid last fall. An old decayed stump, pulled apart and surrounded by fresh tracks, tells us Bruin recently has been in search of food to help fill his clamoring stomach. Further on, freshly stripped young raspberry canes, interspersed with more familiar tracks, announce this area as a favorite haunt of deer, also in search of juicy tidbits. Then our attention is attracted to a nearby maple by muted guttural sounds. There, upon further investigation, we find a large porcupine methodically stripping and munching bark. Occasionally he rejects a strip in favor of a convenient and more tasty newly swelled bud. Our intrusion matters little to him, as he continues his routine perhaps not even aware of our presence.Well before reaching the brook the soft roar of its rushing torrents can be heard. In summer, the brook is small, occasionally gurgling and bubbling as it flows around large stones. These small rapids drop and whirl, making the so-called perfect trout pool — though it is better to avoid a discussion of how perfect, since there arc many differences of opinion on this subject. We will return to this spot some early May morning with rod and reel and then decide the degree of perfection for ourselves. Today our brook is a scene of seething activity. Branches, bark, and leaves are dashing madly downstream, being obstructed intermittently by a rock or jut in the banks, which yet have window-glass sheets of ice clinging to them above the current’s reach. Small temporary freshets which have sprung up here and there on higher elevations as thawing has occurred, have gullied their way through the snow to feed the torrent. Spring is a composite season in the country. In contrast to the woods, out in the open fields only a few patches of snow now Remain, except for a skirting around the woods and walls. The distant drumming of a partridge is heard, as well as the hammering of an assiduous piliated woodpecker on a hollow tree a bit closer. While gathering hobble bush branches, so we may force the season indoors, we become aware of the many different birds about us. Blue jays, robins, song sparrows, and juncos are feeding around us in close proximity. Trudging homeward, one feels physically tired but mentally refreshed. The sap house is quiet now, save for the cheery crackle of the last wood supply heaped upon the fire, an occasional clink in the recently emptied buckets, and the drip, drip from the icicles about the eaves. At home, while removing soggy boots, one feels the rich stimulus of springtime in one’s inner being and the rising of the ever- new spring songs in one's heart. There is no easier way of getting "spring fever” than by taking an early tramp in New Hampshire’s awakening woods and fields.OLD NEW HAMPSHIRE COOKERY Li} 1/yjarion cjCancf <^t)risco(( As my father’s ancestors landed on “the stern and rock-bound coast” of New Hampshire prior to 1687, and my mother’s people were in the first Scotch-Irish contingent to arrive in this country from Londonderry, Ireland, about 1719, 1 have an accumulation of old-time recipes handed down for five generations on both sides of my family. We have all heard the rhyme and played the game of “Bean porridge hot, Bean porridge cold, Bean porridge in the pot Nine days old.” Evupurutin# maple sap in a sii^ur Itousv at Ihthlm. HKKNICK B. I'KKKYGrandmarm Page’s Bean Porridge 3 lbs. corned beef 1 qt. pea beans 1 qt. hulled corn 2 cups corn meal salt Cook beef, strain liquor and put in cool place; soak beans over night; have corn hulled (which used to be done with a lye solution). Next day remove fat and heat beef liquor, drain beans, add with corn to the liquor and cook until the skins of the beans will “pop"’ when blown on. Meanwhile take cornmeal and moisten with cold water until a thin paste, and when beans are done, thicken mixture with meal, and cook slowly about 2 hours. This is to be quite thick and eaten with milk, as any porridge. The old-time way was to pour the porridge into a milk-pan, in which was placed a knotted string, and let it freeze; then when the menfolks went out to cut wood, the frozen porridge was hung on the sled-stake, also an iron kettle, and when dinner time came, either water or snow was heated, the porridge added, and with The General Sullivan hr id fir at Dover I'oini. The col lei'lion oj tolls hrrr nns recently discontinue!. IIAHOI D OKNK brownbread sandwiches (although sandwiches as such were unknown then) made the meal. My own modern version of bean porridge is made as follows: Bean Porridge Up-to-date 1 cup dried beans soaked over night; 1 can condensed consomme and 1 can of water brought to a boil; add beans; 1 can Golden Bantam whole kernel corn, and 1 cup cornmeal prepared and cooked as in old recipe. Serve with milk as a hearty Sunday night supper. Grandmother 1 Iopkinson’s Pork-in-batter Cut salt pork in strips about 6 inches long and 2 inches wide and fry until crisp. Leave the drippings in frying pan. Place pork strips in shallow pan and make a batter of 1 egg 1 cup milk 1 cup flour 1 tsp. baking powder (Grandmother used “salcratus" and cream-of-tartar, or sour milk and saleratus.) Pour this mixture over the pork and bake until done, about 15 minutes. Meanwhile pour off all but 2 tbs. of drippings from the frying pan and stir into them. 1 tbs. Hour, and when smooth, add 1 cup milk and cook until thick, adding pepper and salt, if needed. Cut out each piece of pork-in-batter and serve with the milk gravy. With baked potatoes, a green and a yellow vegetable, it is a grand meal. Grandmother Lang's Fried Pies Before telling you about the pies. I must tell you how the filling is made as they are filled with Cider Applesauce l itis is strictly a New England product, I think, and is made by boiling cider down to a thick, dark consistency, then adding apples “August Sweets” or “Winesaps” preferred, and cooking until sauce is thick. To make the pies, make a doughnut dough of 1 cup sugar 1 egg1 cup sour milk 1 tsp. soda 2 tbs. shortening Flour to make dough stiff Fat out on floured board and cut in squares; in each square put 2 tbs. cider applesauce, and fold to form a triangle or turnover shape. Fry in deep fat until they can be pierced with a knitting needle and come out clean. These can be sugared, if preferred, and make a mighty tasty dessert. The Scotch-Irish brought over the first so-called “Irish” or white potatoes, and so I give you Great-Cjrandnk>thek .\ IacDuffee’s Stewed Potatoes Using 2 potatoes and } 2 onion per person, slice thin into an iron frying pan, adding salt, pepper, and milk to nearly cover. Put on lid and cook slowly 1 hr. When soft, add plenty of butter. These can be browned, if preferred. Grandmarm Page’s Spider Cake This is a variation of the old “journey-cake” which was the Puritans’ standby, but which has, through succeeding years been corrupted into “Johnny-cake.” Grandmarm Page made hers of 1 part white flour to } •> part cornmeal, 1 tsp. soda to 1 cup sour or buttermilk, 1 beaten egg, 12 cup molasses and 'j cup shortening (she used pork drippings). This could be baked, but she made hers by pouring into a frying pan, and when browned on one side, turned and browned the other. Cut into pie-shape wedges to serve. Soda or baking powder biscuits can be made the same way, by patting thin, and when done, split, buttered and served with new maple syrup make a good dessert. Grandma MacDufpee’s Boii.ed Dinner was something “to write home about.” In “Ye olden times’* any cut of beef soaked in brine twenty-four hours was all right, but fancy brisket is the best at the present time. Cook about 2 hrs.,thru add turnips, Yi hr. later add scraped carrots and cabbage cut into Is’s. Meanwhile cook a bunch of beets in a separate kettle, and Y hour before the other vegetables are tender add 1 1 |X)tato per person. When done, serve meat surrounded by the vegetables. When you get up from eating a New England boiled dinner and find there is anything left but the tablecloth, make Red Flannel Hash Grind or chop all the vegetables excepting the cabbage; take fat from the liquor in which the beef was boiled, and fry the hash until brown. Serve it with the cold sliced meat and the cabbage dressed with salt, pepper, and vinegar. The modern way is to heat the hash in a double boiler, adding a generous piece of butter, and having reserved some of the raw cabbage, make it into cole slaw as an accompaniment to the hash. Grandmother Lang’s baked beans were made in the best ‘‘Boston style” and baked in the brick oven 8 or 9 hrs., and served with Grandmother Lang’s Brown Bread 1 cup each of graham (now called whole wheat), rye, and corn meals, and wheat flour; 1 cup sour or buttermilk with 1 tsp. soda; 1 •> cup molasses. Steam 3 or 4 hours, uncover and place in oven to dry out. Karin# on thr l.iitlr UtinlnulL Tuckrrman Kai inr. Mi II asliin#hni. WINSTON POTBGrandmother’s favorite Monday morning breakfast was Brown Bread Crusts and “Toast Butter” The dried top of the brown bread was saved Saturday night, and Monday morning placed in a saucepan, boiling water poured on and as quickly poured off, while a rich cream sauce was being made to eat over it. She also served leftover johnnycake in the same way. Grandmother Hopkinson’s Pan Dowdy This is the old-fashioned idea of an upside-down-cake, although not a cake. 1} > apples per person peeled, cored and quartered and placed in baking dish; add 1 cup old-fashioned brown sugar, molasses or maple sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, a very little salt and a great deal of butter. Make a rich pie crust, rolling it out to fit the top of dish, but being sure to perforate it. Bake in hot oven until slightly brown, then lower heat until apples can be pierced (through the holes in the crust). Serve upside down with plain cream. Washington, Weil' Hampshire, uas the first town in the VnitM States [1770) tobeincorpo• rated under the name of General George II ashington. On the left is the W ashington Congregational Church, foundtd in 1700 and built in 1840. On the right is the totvn hall built in 1700. These buildings stand at about 1500 feet above sea level, for II osliington is one of the highest villages in the state. KMC M. SANFORDTHE GLORY THAT IS NEW HAMPSHIRE Did you ever walk on a winding road and gaze at a New Hampshire mountain, majestic and still? Or watch a farmer with his ox dragging rocks from the fields so hard to till? The mountains rise from the sides of the village, the fool’s gold in the granite glistening. And somewhere oil in the fields around the mountain sides, a sheep is bleating — listening. My grand-dad was born in a little rustic house somewhere along the dirt road that leads oil the turnpike. His house was built rugged — made from trees off the south acre; put together with wood pegs — big as your fist, and hand wrought spike. Somewhere off along the dirt road that leads up to the lumber camp there’s a cemetery where he lies. The white marble slabs aged by the winter snows and along by the rock fence three birches seem to reach for the skies. Some spring I’ll take time off and walk along an old dirt road, full of New England lore. And I'll stop and talk to a farmer whittling pegs for a hay rake by his door. And then over a covered bridge whose roof hides the view of the mountain still covered with snow. I’ll look to the granite-capped mountain and sec the glory of New Hampshire through a greening birch tree row. Ed. Note — Robert Shively, formerly of Andover, New Hampshire, was 15 years of age and a sophomore at Penn Yan Academy, Penn Yan, New York, when he wrote this poem in 1948.Front Cover: New Hampshire sugar house. Wood engraving by Herbert Waters. Back Cover: Mt. Lafayette from Bald Mountain. (Mt. Liberty is a few miles to the south.) Photo by Douglas B. Grundy. Frontispiece: A farm between Northfield and Canterbury. Photo by Fames Studio. Some coming ski events: March 4, 5 — White Mountains ski jumping and cross country tournament, Berlin. March 12 — AMC 16th annual Wildcat race, Pinkham Notch. March 19 — Eastern Slope Ski Club invitation team race, giant slalom (open), Cranmore Mountain, North Conway. April 1, 2 — American Inferno race (open), Tuckerman Ravine, Mt. Washington. EPITAPHS (Sent to The Troubadour by Marion Lang Driscoll) In an old graveyard in the White Mountains: “Here lies William Green, who died in Manchester, September 18, 1845. Had he lived, he would have been buried here.” An old cemetery in New Hampton has the following: “Under this sod Henry Robinson lies, His mouth and his grave are both of a size. Hush, reader, step lightly upon this sod, For if he gaps, you’re gone to God.” Sugaring, Old Style A Yankee worth his sugar knows When the maple’s nectar flows: Knows the interval between Winter white and April green. He will wait for nights that freeze The turgid channels of the trees: He will tap before the sun Makes the rising fluid run. Only old-time Yankees know The work of wallowing through snow With buckets swinging from a yoke. A pipe-lined orchard would provoke Distrust in any farmer bred To using barrels on a sled For gathering the gift of spring — And since tradition is a thing Honored by his father’s use, Innovations are a truceWith laziness. For him to tap. To gather-in and boil the sap To sirup is to reverence time A faith druidical—sublime And earthy: quickening the blood Like secret stirrings in a bud. Harry Elmore Hurd in The Sew Tor k Sun A recent issue of The Olden Time, published at Milford, was devoted to important dates in Milford’s history. Here is one of the items: “March 2, 1784 — The voters of the Southwest Parish of Amherst, as Milford was then called, voted to erect their new meeting-house (which is now the Eagle Hall) on the bank of the Souhegan at a spot where there was 'room between two stumps.’ The Building Committee was also instructed to provide a barrel of rum, two barrels of cider and one of sugar for the encouragement and sustenance of the workmen. In the previous year, ninety- five pounds (S455) had been appropriated to defray expenses — a sum far from sufficient, as witness the fact that the original structure was built only one story high, of rough boards without any clapboard or shingle sheathing. Nor did it have either window frames or glass, a belfry or pews, or even any floor other than the bare sod. "Beginning in 1785 additional money was raised by selling space inside for pews; and with the help of this cash, doors and windows, a floor and ceiling, clapboarding and galleries, were gradually added. In 1789 the grounds were graded at an expenditure of S50; but it was not until 1794, the year of Milford’s incorporation, that the structure was finally painted. The belfry was added in 1803. "In 1847 the Meeting-House was moved to the north side of the oval, and in 1870 to its present location.” A Commission for the Preservation of Early New Hampshire Historical Sites was recently appointed by Governor Sherman Adams. It is headed by Alvin F. Redden of Portsmouth, who is executive secretary of the New Hampshire Sea- coast Regional Development Association. The immediate task of the commission is to study ways and means of preserving Fort Constitution, which dates from 1630 and is referred to as the scene of the first aggressive act of the Revolution. It is understood that the War Department plans to tlisposc of properties in New Castle, including the historic fort.fanion I wish tonight that I might be The star that tops Mt. Liberty — Arcturus, clear and golden bright, Blazing throughout the mountain night Etching its magic on the snow Oblivious to all earthly woe. Instead nostalgically 1 stray In wistful lowlands far away. 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 4677Troubadour195003 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour March 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 1950-03 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. The magazine was printed between 1931 and 1951. 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Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour051944 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour May 1944 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the May 1944 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! </em> <!--more--> [gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/Troubadour1944MayFinal.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. 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Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour Subject The topic of the resource Troubadour Description An account of the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour was a publication of the State of New Hampshire's State Planning and Development Commission in Concord, NH from 1931-1950s. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource The State of New Hampshire Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available The State of New Hampshire Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1930s-1950s Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource NHSL Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource State of New Hampshire Troubadour PDF files of the Troubadour OCR OCR of the Troubadour The New Hampshire Troubadour May 1945ADOU1 But, to New England eyes, is anything More beautiful than apple trees in bloom Or the green haze of Spring upon the hills? — From "Home-Coming," by Mazie V. Carruthers VINSTON POTE The New Hampshire troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XVMay,7 9-45NUMBER 2 NEWHAMPSHIREFEDERATIONOF GARDENCLUBS by Mrs. James A. Funkhouser "Come into our garden, friends, for we adore it and wish to share its treasures with thee " — Lyman. Gardening is a never-ending joy. We plan, plow and plant weed, work and wait then reap, in beauty and in cupboards full of winter stores, the fruition of our dreams. When the harvest is gathered, the flower and vegetable beds made ready for the winter, it is time to read next year's catalogs and plan the new fabulous beauties of the season to come. Beate Hahn in her lecture, "Live With Your Garden" says, "Gardening is the one thing that brings youth and age together and makes them equals. The age of two is not too young to start gardening, and one is never too old." New Hampshire Troubadour3 HAROLD ORNS The The Garden at Webster Lake, Franklin kiss of the sun for pardon.One is nearer God's Heart in a garden song of the birds for mirth.Than anywhere else on earth. — From "God's Garden," by Dorothy Frances Gurney Capt. James B. Goyne of Princeton, N. J., chief of the Hospital Reconditioning Service, is enthusiastic about this "green thumb" medicine. "Few prescriptions have been as effective in healing sick minds and bodies as that of garden work." Dr. Allen R. Dafoe says, "I still prescribe gardening. It's as subtle as the soothing power of music only ten times more potent." Visiting other gardens always gives incentive to both the visitor and the gardener. The Troubadour has available to all interested, 4The May 1945 the New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs list of gardens to visit in this state. There are thirty-five Garden Clubs in the State Federation, all striving toward the same goal recommended by the National Council of State Garden Clubs. First, that of Education, teaching people to garden more intelligently. Second, Victory Gardening, every home to have its own vegetable garden. Third, Conservation of our Natural Resources. Fourth, to assist in giving Hospital Service. The Garden Clubs of this State have given much time and effort to Hospital Service work, under the Red Cross. Flower carts, from which each boy may choose the flower he likes best for his bedside table, Xmas trees and other Yuletide decorations, gardens for the men, and the landscaping of the grounds around the Grenier, Langdon and Portsmouth Hospitals for Service Men. These are just a few of the many services rendered by the organization. The clubs have worked with Defense Units in setting up Garden Areas, answering questions, and generally assisting those in charge of Victory Garden programs. The Extension Department at the University of New Hampshire offers two garden courses, one Small Fruits, and the other Vegetable Gardening. In Conservation, work has been done to preserve our native wild plants, fast disappearing through careless pulling and cutting. A list of what to pick and what to save has been compiled. Bird study and work with Junior Garden Clubs is another feature. Training our youth to build gardens, and to care for wild plants and birds, will make them better citizens of the future. The Federation is active in the keeping of our natural beauties free from ugly advertising, and in assisting roadside developments with plantings. There are times to play as well as to work, and one of the most delightful is New England Day, celebrated each year at the Champlin Home near Rochester. There people from all over New England meet, and become friends and workers together. New Hampshire Troubadour5 MY HOME STATE by Dorothy Q. Bastile As an old-time resident of New Hampshire I would like to take a bit of time, and delve into the inner thoughts and feelings of my mind, and "open up" with a word of affection for the little state which has brought me so much enjoyment. I think if one is fortunate enough to travel about even on the outer edges of New England, one learns very quickly to appreciate more acutely the loveliness of New England within its borders, and to draw the line even closer, to realize the qualities of the state of New Hampshire. Here one finds, by comparison with other states, a quite small one, within which is considerable variation of landscape. In the southern section is what is called the "Monadnock Region." It centers around the one sizable mountain of that name which rises about 3,100 feet above sea-level. For the most part, however, it is low hills — up-hill and down-dale country, with clear air, white pine forests, and charming towns and villages. Then there is the Lakes Region in midstate, beautiful beyond description, where Lake Winnipesaukee, the largest of the group, spreads out into coves and bays and distant stretches for many miles. For its background it has the blue outline of the range of mountains to the north. Covering a large area of wild and rugged country, the mountains there vary in height, but are steep and wooded, and rocky-near their summits — as the well-cut face of the "Old Man of the Mountains" will testify. They roll on one after another as if glad of each other's company and proud of their dignity and grandeur. Down through their vales (or notches, as the Franconia and Crawford highways are called) twist and wind the roadways through which men may drive or walk, there to sense their own 6The May 1945 WINSTON POTS SixH.P.double-disk harrow at work under the shadow of Mts. Madison and Adams near Gorham littleness, yet feel the uplift which binds men's souls to the spirit of the God over us all. Down from the mountains with foaming fury rush the waterfalls. They find their way through rocky channels and into glassy pools, where, crystal-clear, they hush you to silence and inward reflection. Coming down from the mountains, and heading due east, you will come to a neat bit of coast-line where the waters of the Atlantic New Hampshire Troubadour7 FRANKLIN Named in honor of Benjamin Franklin, the city was incorporated in 1828 from parts of Andover, Salisbury, Northfield, and Sanbornton It became a city in 1895 Top row: 1. High School. 2. Main Street 3. Public Library. Center right: Birthplace of Daniel Webster Bottom row: 1. Congregational Church and a Bust of Daniel Webster, “New Hampshire’s greatest son." 2. The Armory. 3. Mills on the Winnipesaukee River. Photos by B. P. Atkinson, E. D. Currier, Shoreye Studio and Harold Orne. V^Sr-AT HAROLD ORNE A service man on furlough and his wife climbing up the Boott Spur Trail on Mt. Washington. In the valley at right is the Tuckerman Ravine Shelter (WMNF) wash ceaselessly into the soft shelters of sandy beach along through the township of the Hamptons. Going back inland for a very short distance you travel past wide and fertile fields, cattle grazing, corn growing. Beautiful old farms that — true — have seen better days, but still stand erect and dignified in their Colonial architecture, and remind one of the days of their beginning when the pioneers had high standards of workmanship and construction, and built their homes, not only in perfect taste, but to last, and in well-chosen sites. It would seem that their own day was one of peace 10 The May 1945 and plenty, yet such could not have been the case as it was their lot to clear the land of trees, stubble, and rock, and to make what now are such pleasant fields and good turf land. Added to such difficulties must have been that of accumulating their materials. Hand-hewn wood, hand-made bricks, hand-wrought wooden pegs and nails no roadways such as we take so for granted, but everything drawn over rough trails, probably by oxen. All errands in their time were carried out on horseback, and over long distances, for the wives and mothers as well as the men of their families. These are only a few of the thoughts that make one appreciate the smiling, pleasant beauty of this section of New Hampshire countryside. The city of Portsmouth in this vicinity has true dignity and atmosphere, bred by time, and the character of its citizens, and savors of maritime history as it goes back in American history as an important seaport. In my own section of the state, the southern part, there is a peculiar intimacy that grows in you with the years, and bids you never turn your back on it without the promise of coming back. Here the towns and villages are truly New England in the best sense — as they keep open the door to the outsider, and it is his own fault if he fails to catch the spirit which so binds him to it. People here are like people everywhere no doubt, yet there is some real here. The best of those who have "always lived here" are un-trammeled in their spirit of intelligence, kindness, and honesty, and one soon learns to mingle his own interests and feelings with theirs, and to breathe deep with a sense of trust and a happier consciousness of really "coming home." With my son, who is with the fighting forces in Britain, I share the love of this corner of the globe. It helps me to await his safe return, as I feel sure it helps him to meet the task at hand, with something of the courage and high purpose instilled by the air and the atmosphere of this little section of the world. New Hampshire Troubadour11 TOALLRESIDENTSOF NEWHAMPSHIRE in the Armed Forces of the United States Greetings: The Legislature of 1943 passed a Joint Resolution directing the State Planning and Development Commission to send the Troubadour to you without charge and provided an appropriation of seven thousand five hundred dollars ($7,500) a year for that purpose. The Legislature now in session has passed the following: STATE OF NEW HAMPSHIRE In the year of Our Lord One thousand nine hundred and forty-five Joint Resolution Providing for the Mailing of the New Hampshire Troubadour To Residents of the State in the Armed Forces of the United States. Resolved by the Senate and House of Representatives in General Court convened: That the sum of twelve thousand dollars ($12,000) be and the same is hereby appropriated for the year 1946 and a like sum for the year 1947 for the purpose of publishing and mailing the New Hampshire Troubadour to all residents of the State of New Hampshire while they serve in the armed forces of the United States, on condition that names and addresses shall be submitted to the state planning and development commission by recognized organizations who shall correct their lists at least once each month. Said funds shall be expended under the direction of the state planning and development commission and any unexpended portion of this appropriation shall lapse and shall not be transferred to any other appropriation. 12The May 1945 ■ MANAHAN STUDIO Salmon fishing at inlet of First Connecticut Lake, Pittsburg And so it is our privilege and pleasure to announce that you are to continue to receive the Troubadour if you will make arrangements to have us fully posted at all times on your current address. We realize that letter-writing is at times difficult and sometimes impossible but just a post card announcing any change of address is all that is necessary. In closing I wish to repeat what I said when announcing the action of the Legislature in the July, 1943 issue of the Troubadour: "It is our hope that the Troubadour not only will be a monthly reminder that the home folks don't forget, but that it may also show you Home as you left it and as we are trying to do our part in keeping it for you."Donald Tuttle, Editor New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Old house in Hopkinton. Kodachrome by Wenday. Back Cover: Sandwich Dome over Plummer Pond, Sandwich. Photo by Harrison Fisk. The New Hampshire Federation of Garden Clubs is compiling a list of 100 or more gardens which are open to visitors. Copies may be obtained from Mrs. Arthur A. Pen-nock, Littleton, New Hampshire. Recently a young woman applied at one of the United States Employment Service offices for permission to transfer to a different job. Referral was denied by the interviewer because the girl was employed in an essential shoe shop and wanted to transfer to a job in a less essential plant. But she was persistent and attempted to press her point with what she thought was a strong argument. She had overheard the foreman who wanted to employ her say he had a bottleneck in his department and needed her badly. Taking that as her cue, she insisted that the job she wanted was much more important to the war effort than the one she had because, she explained, she was to work on a "bottleneck ma- chine." And she stoutly maintained that she had had "lots of experience"asabottleneckmachine operator. —Concord Monitor The purple lilac is the official state flower of New Hampshire. An Admiralty village WAVE says she's had a national romance. She was born in New Hampshire, enlisted while living in Maine, met her future husband in Oklahoma, received her engagement ring from California, her wedding ring from Arizona, and was married in New Mexico. Then she was stationed in Washington, D. O, and he in Gulf-port, Miss. Now he's a pilot of a FlyingFortressintheEuropean theater. —Concord Monitor Here are some famous newspaper men who were born in New Hampshire: Horace Greeley, founder of the New York Tribune, at Amherst Charles A. Dana, editor of the New York Sun, at Hinsdale Horace White, editor of the New York Tribune and the New York Evening Post, at Colebrook Charles R. Miller, editor of the NewYorkTimes, at 14 The May 1945 Hanover Stilson Hutchins, founder of the Washington Post, at Whitefield and John Wentworth, founder and editor of the Democrat, the first newspaper in Chicago, at Sandwich. Here are some items from the 1856 ledger of Thompson and Davis, Newmarket: July 17 1 Dust Brush .35 1 Stove Brush .17 1 Parlor Stove 5.00 1 Box Stove 1 .50 679 lbs. Hard Coal 2.72 1 Pair Brittania Lamps 1 .00 1 Coal Shovel .35 ^W The Indians used to wear long hair the same as men had done in England. Whatever the Indians did was regarded as " barbarous." So the belief developed that men who wore long hair were barbarians. In 1648 the wearing of long hair was condemned by the Church as sinful. The Governor, Deputy Governor, and magistrates entered into an association to prevent it. "Forasmuch as the wearing of long hair," their proclamation read, "after the manner of ruffians and barbarous Indians, has begun to in- New Hampshire Troubadour vade New England, contrary to the rule of God's word, which says it is a shame for a man to wear long hair, we do declare and manifest our dislike and detestation against the wearing of such long hair, as against a thing uncivil and unmanly, whereby men do deform themselves and do corrupt good manners." — Pillsbury's History of New Hampshire MEMORIES By Richard Birch Some small things will remain with me No matter where I go The fragrance of a mountain trail, Moon shadows far below The saffron tint of early morn, Its chill and searching breeze The scarlet hue of bunch berries, Clustered beneath the trees The silver needles of the rain, Beating hard against my face The rainbow up against the sky, The fleeting storm to chase. These things they will remain with me, No matter where I go. The open road, the woods of home, Because I love them so. — From "The Classical Review" of The Classical High School, Providence, Rhode Island 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD.N H r WHETSTONES by Madeleine Burch Cole IN APPALACHIA There are those that love the surging crowds, Or roam a restless sea, But the upland slope and tinkling bells Are heaven enough for me. There are those that need to whet their lance Against a throbbing throng But the stone that whets my blade the best Is a wood thrush and its song, And the still, cool aisles of forest shade, And a sapphire mountain lake Where the doe and buck come down to drink With the loon and lone wild drake. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1945 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. 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