https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/d2c50f4abfcefc2fdb9dda57a892b7fd.pdf 57245b1a9b2c7d61dc6d99074ad13b4c 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 APRIL 1951 The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises of New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May H, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord. New Hampshire under the Act of March 3, 1879. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XXI APRIL, 1951 CONFESSION by Frederick W. Branch You ask why I never write Of love that smiles through tears, Of truth and beauty and the might Of faith that laughs at fears And why, instead of these, I write Of floods and fields and walls. Of trees and trains, and eyes that light When Spring's first robin calls. There's beauty in a bridge's flight And courage in a train There's faith in orchards blossomed white And truth where cables strain. Why do I never catch the beat Ol love that smiles and sings? Perhaps my soul has dusty feet Instead of soaring wings. Number 1 New Hampshire Troubadour From "Land Of The Yankees" COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! by Rudolph Elie in The Boston Herald Some day, before I am too old to bail out a rowboat, I should like to catch a salmon. For that matter, I should like to catch, 1, lake trout 2, a whitefish 3, a shad 4, a carp 5, an eel 6, a yellow perch 7, a sunfish 8. a horned pout 9, a chub and to, anything. Not really anything, as a matter of fact, because I doubt if there is anyone in Dishwater Mills between July 1 and August 1 who catches as many bass and pickerel as I do. They instinctively realize, when I come by with my casting rod and my immense assortment of gaudy geegaws, that I view with extreme distaste the process of cutting them up for the frying pan. Knowing that they are — when they snap at my bait — merely in for a brief outing in rather more concentrated oxygen than they prefer, they seem to welcome the chance for a visit. We look each other over and part company. The only flaw in this sort of thing is that nobody believes me when I say that I can catch bass and pickerel in Lake Winnipesaukee (which is the principal arena of this singular narrative) any time I feel like it. And without those terrifying helgramites, either. However, what I really want to catch is a salmon, and I have tried every means short of dredging. I know they're in the lake, too, because everybody says so and because there was a picture in the local paper the other day of two fellows holding up a couple of huge ones by the tail. They were game wardens who'd 4 The April 1951 caught them in a trap, but the fact remains they got them. So I know they're in the lake everybody says so. Moreover, a fishing crony of mine, a fellow of indisputable veracity, told me that after ten years of coming up to Winnipesaukee the day the ice went out, he finally found himself right in the middle of a school of gigantic salmon rolling around on the surface feeding on Mies. In two casts with his fly rod, Jim got two salmon, neither of them particularly gigantic. That was ten years ago and he's never seen one since. But they're here Jim says so. Old Harry Perkins says so. too, and he is so eminent in the field of guiding fishermen that he grows a white beard every winter, puts on his red flannel shirt, and comes down to the Sportsmen's Show in Boston to sit around in the New Hampshire booth just to answer questions about salmon and trout fishing and to lend atmosphere to the affair. I saw him in Wolfeboro the other day and we chatted a little while about salmon fishing. He'd just come in with a couple of fellows he'd been guiding and they had a bucket lull of yellow perch and sunfish. The salmon fishing warn’t so good Mrs. Richard Sleeper of Wolfeboro with an eight-pound salmon taken from Winter Harbor. Lake Winnipesaukee. May If. 1950. Other popular salmon lakes in New Hampshire are Newfound, Sunapee. First and Second Connecticut, Merrymeeting. and Pleasant Lake (New London). New Hampshire Troubadour N. H. FISH AND GAME DEPT. Fishing on Paugus Bay, Lake Winnipesaukee, just after ice-out in April. right row, he said, but they didn't git skunked by a damsite. Ain't that a purty mess o' pan fish? But salmon're in here, he added, shoulda seen them big ones we was gettin' a little while hack. So they're in here all right. )im says so and Harry says so and the local newspaper says so and everybody says so. Mr. Corkum, who gets as much dope on the salmon situation as anyone, says they're in the lake too. He runs a sporting goods and men's furnishing shop down in Wolfeboro and everybody, sooner or later, goes in to say hello to Mr. Corkum and buy a new fishing gadget. So in the process they tell him what they've caught and how much it weighed and what they caught it on and everything except where they caught it. Sure, says Mr. Corkum, who has a couple of big ones mounted on the walls of his store, they're in here all right. Everybody says so. Thus inspired, 1 have dragged 40 pounds of spinners from Melvin Village to the Barber's Pole, from the Long Island 6 The April 1951 bridge to Sally's Gut, from Bulrush Cove to Brickyard Cove. I have towed this formidable apparatus, complete with minnow, on the end ol a hundred yards ol copper line at depths of 20 teet, 40 feet, 80 feet, and 160 feet. I have towed this when the wind was coming from the south, east, west, north and all points in between and sometimes from all of them at the same time. I have done this at one mile an hour, two, three, lour, five ami up to 12 miles an hour. Further, in my more desperate moments, I have dangled worms, helgramites, crawfish, minnows, shiners, grasshoppers, old hunks of hread and pieces of red flannel at all depths, in all water temperatures and over all bottoms. 1 have never even had a nibble, let alone caught a salmon. But don't get me wrong. I can get all the bass and pickerel I want any old time. Yet some day, before I am too old to hold a boat rod, I am going to catch a salmon in Lake Winnipesaukee. They're in here. Everybody says so. Local fisherman around Winnipesaukee say you should fish lor "sammun" from "ice out" time (usually in mid-April) until early June. July and August are just naturally tough months to find 'em. Some say right after the ice melts is the best time to fish. Others prefer the period while the lresh water smelt, natural food ol the salmon, are "running" up the brooks to spawn (late April and early May). Still others feel you have best luck when the smelt are through spawning. Of course the answer is simple—just make sure you are in the right spot, at the right time, fishing at the right depth with the right lure, bait, or fly, with the right tackle. That's all!—Ed. New Hampshire Troubadour ~ MY HOME TOWN, PIERMONT by Mildred D, Mndgett Until last summer, Piermont, New Hampshire, was to me just a name. Remembering that my grandfather was born there, we decided to stop and look for the burying ground. We were rewarded with the unexpected pleasure of finding the house built by great-grandfather Tyler over 150 years ago—the first frame house built in Piermont, in which my grandfather was horn. In the house were the hand-hewn beams, to x 16 inches, the handmade bricks used in the 10-foot square chimney with its five fireplaces corner posts in the rooms, and Christian doors. My interest in the early history of Piermont of my Tyler and McConnell ancestors was revived. The Tylers had come up the river from Lebanon, Connecticut, in the fall of 1768. I can imagine what that first log cabin must have been like, for nails and glass were scarce and costly brick and lime were lacking. The logs were probably chinked with mud the chimney made of field stones and there probably wasn't more than one win- dow. Some families actually lived through more than one winter with only a curtain of skins to serve as a door. Fortunately in 1769, wild game was most abundant moose on the meadows and, of course, deer. Hut there were also bears and wolves which destroyed the sheep. Great-grandfather killed a hear in his own yard. Hut the worst disaster was the so-called "Northern Army" of worms in the summer of 1770, when every hit ol corn and wheat was destroyed. Fortunately, the worms letl the pumpkins, and wild pigeons were plentiful. Three Tyler ancestors captured quo dozen pigeons in ten days. The neighbors were invited in for several picking "bees" and « The April 1951 Lobster boats by the Portsmouth. In background each was allowed to take home the pigeons which he had plucked. But the feathers which were left proved to be enough for "four very decent beds," according to great-great- m grandfather. The pumpkins were made in- to "pumpkin dowdy" (stewed a long time until brown) and then frozen tor pies. When the apple harvests were plenti- ful, the community had apple- paring "bees." For it was not unusual to make fifty mince pies at a time and freeze them. New Hampshire Bridge over the Piscataaua River. - Maine docks at is the Interstate Another disaster pursued the early settlers of Piermont, for in 1771 the Connecticut river overflowed its banks and buried their fields in two or three feet of sand. Fortunately, there were some bright spots in the history. The first wedding in Piermont in 1772 was that ol my great- grandparents. The bride was not quite thirteen years old. In the next lorty years, she bore thirteen children. Alter a quarter ol a century of raising a family in log cabins, I am glad she had her last fifteen years in the frame house which we saw last summer. It must have seemed like a palace to her. A graphic description of the arrival in Piermont of great- New Hampshire Troubadour Q DOUGLAS ARMSDEN grandmother Sarah and her parents, the McConnells, has been preserved. A man on horseback found the family miles from Piermont, most ol them barefoot with their household goods on a broken-down horse, but the family was laughing as well as scolding and crying. The decision to send the 12-year-old girl and the two-year-old child ahead with the rider, who had found them, met with a problem. Sarah could not stay on the horse riding side-saddle, so her mother suggested, "in laith, there must be a leg on each side of the horse." The rider carried the two-year-old in his arms and tried to keep him awake by com- menting on the howling of the wolves. When they reached Piermont at midnight on a moolight night and the rider brought the children into his home, he fainted. The McConnells were some of the Scotch-Irish Presbyterians, who were forced to flee from Ireland after the fall of London- derry. These immigrants brought with them the newest skills in spinning and weaving flax, a skill which was as important in Colonial days as the ability to make yarn out of wool. Although eight ol great-grandmother Sarah's thirteen children were girls. who could help her, she must have been efficient to clothe and lecd a family ot fifteen persons, especially in the years after the Revolution, as well as during the war years. Her lather, Capt. Thomas McConnell was already serving in the Revolution, when her husband Jonathan enlisted in Col. House's company. When our army retired from Ticonderoga at the approach ol the British, Jonathan was captured by the Eng- lish. Since he seemed to be a model prisoner, after a while he was allowed to help build a block-house on the east side ol Lake Ceorge. After a few days, the axes needed grinding, so the British allowed Jonathan to go to the spring just over the hill to 10 letch some water. He hung his pail on the hark spout Irom the spring and while the pail was rilling, he took "French leave." For four days, he and his companion lived in the woods on leaves, buds, twigs, and roots until they reached a settlement, l.vcntually he received a pension of $8 per month for his ser- vices, which must have helped a hit in the support of a family ol fifteen. Piermont is now much more to me than just a name. It is really my home town, lor everyone was so cordial that I felt like a prodigal daughter returning to the ancestral home. I like to remember Peaked Mountain lor which the town was named, standing out like a giant pier. Spring skiers running the steep upper slope of the i'tttkerninn Raiine llendnull on t. Washington. WINSTON POTE CURRIER MOUNTAIN by Robert S. Monahan Visitors in the White Mountain National Forest will find a new name on their maps, when the next editions are published. Pine Peak, the 2800-foot summit in the Dartmouth Range over- looking Jefferson and Randolph, has heen officially renamed "Currier Mountain" by a recent decision of the U. S. Board on Geographic Names. Few among those who live and work in the White Mountains need an introduction to the late Horace Currier, whose thirty years of service in the White Mountain National Forest coincided with its first three decades of development. Visitors may not have become so well acquainted with the man personnally, but they know the works he left behind him. They travel over Forest roads which were built and improved under his supervision, they stop at Forest Camps which he helped plan and develop, ant they hike on trails that he WINSTON POTE blazed years ago. That immortal critic of the White Mountains, Starr King, has written that at no other point than Jefferson Hill can a visitor "see the White Hills themselves in such array and force." And in the foreground of the panorama extolled by Starr King rises Currier Moun- tain, where it belongs. Currier Alot/n/aiit. {///ring into the skyline in left center directly over elm tree. Son/hern /teaks of Presidential Range on left. Dart- mouth Range on right. Taken from Carter estate in Jefferson. BEFORE I GET TOO OLD by Henry Davis Nacl/g, Jr. ( a g e 15) Before I get too old I am going to huy some property in New Hampshire. New Hampshire is the hest place to hunt, fish, trap, or lor any other outdoor sport. If you're the kind that just likes to relax lor a few days or take life easy. New Hamp- shire is just the place for you. Northern New Hampshire parti- cularly is the most scenic place in New England with all its mountains peaks. There is Mt. Washington. Twin Mt., Fran- conia Notch, which are all very interesting places to visit. The thing 1 especially like about New Hampshire is that in some parts the forests are quite dense and it is I tin hiking along through big thickets of trees and brush. Every summer our family visits my Aunt, who has a gift shop near Dixville Notch, which is about fifty miles from the Cana- dian line. We have wonderful times at her place. There are about ten good fishing streams within a few miles' radius and we en- joy fishing practically all day. When we finish fishing we take home our catch and then sit around and take it easy. One of the outstanding experiences that 1 have had at my aunt's Iarm is when we decided to take a hike up Signal Mt. The mountain has a fire tower and we stayed overnight with the warden in his cabin. It is interesting to hear him tell all the tales which he had gathered during his five years on the mountain. All in all you can't beat New Hampshire in anything. So be- fore I get too old I am going to buy land near my aunt's and build a few nice cabins so that I can go up there and stay every summer. New Hampshire Troubadour ] X FRONT COVER: The village of Cornish. Color photo by Win- ston Pote. BACK COVER: A s u m m e r cottage on Lake Wentworth, W olleboro. Photo by Eric San- ford. FRONTISPIECE: T h e fire look- out tower and airplane beacon on Mt. Kearsarge, near Warner. Photo by Ralph F. Pratt. New Hampshire visitors are remind- ed to be extra careful to avoid starting fires during the spring "fire season." After the snow melts and the dead leaves and grasses dry out, the tiniest fire may become serious. Troubadour readers may be interested to know the county in which autos bearing New Hampshire plates were regis- tered. The first letter in the registration designates the coun- ty, as follows: B—Belknap. C— Carroll, F—Cheshire. F— Straf- II ford, G—Grafton, Ff—Hills- borough, L—Hillsborough, M Merrimack, O—Coos, R—Rock- ingham, and S—Sullivan. My Thoughts of East Wakefield The little waxes that lap the shore Make me think ol Fast Wake- field more and more. The blue, blue sky, and the big white clouds Are all bunched up in big white crowds. The big tall pine is really mine. The blue-green lake, tor Heav- en's sake, Is just another home I take. All this is really my home ami shield. And that's what I think of Fast Wakefield. Carolyn Porter (age 8) West Medford, Mass. The April 1951 A letter written to the Editor of the Dayton, Ohio, Daily News: Perhaps our Dayton people would be willing to read of some experiences of a late hay fever exile who found relief in New Hampshire which, in Oc- tober, is the most beautiful ol all our states. T h e frost touches the trees early and words can- not adequately describe t h e magic color of the maples with every shade of red, carmine, scarlet, vermilion, orange, and gold. . . The state offers visitors the Cathedral of the Pines near the Bay State border. This great grove of stately trees is on a lofty pinnacle or knoll overlook- ing two bodies ot water with a mountain as a background. Here twenty-seven religious sects have held services . . . The Cathedral is a memorial by the Sloane family to Lt. Sanderson Sloane, killed in action in Ger- tnany in the Second World War. In surroundings of ravishing grandeur and beauty have been New Hampshire Troubadour EVANS PRINTING CDMPANT CQNI i !'•• N. H. erected before the congregations' seats of massive planks an altar, a lectern, a baptismal font, and pulpit, with stones from every state in the union, from the Dead Sea, Mount of Olives, Vatican, Coliseum, Creat Wall of China, battlefields, and sites of famous events in history. It is not advertised. There is no charge. There are thousands of reverent visitors from all parts of the nation and the world. There- is no obligation. All is free. Mr. Douglas Sloane spoke to the crowd. He pointed out rare and beautiful stones in the font and lectern, the petrified wood from Arizona and Idaho, and then we were startled to see him point to a stone near the top of the altar and say "This stone, known as Dayton limestone, is from the quarry from which the Old Courthouse at Dayton, Ohio, was made, said by the late eminent architect, Ralph Adams Cram, to be the finest thing in America. Roy G. Fitzgerald 15 ^'?* '•Mr*" A LOW OPINION — Dorothy Hanson Today on my no-trespass sign A robin sat— Copper-colored, pert, Possessive, fat. You're welcome, Iriend, to all The meadow view The prohibition's not Designed for you. Only mankind are trespassers By law's decree. An angleworm, of course. Might disagree. IWIJP" APR 6 1951 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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