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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. DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XIV January, 1945number 10 BUILDINGA COLONIALMEETINGHOUSE On August 26, 1771, a town meeting at Amherst voted that "the building committee provide drink for raising the frame of the meeting house not exceeding eight barrels for such as shall do the labor of raising and for all spectators," and "one barrel of brown sugar for use of laborers and spectators to be distributed according to the discretion of said committee." Amherst was generous in its entertainment since two barrels of rum was the average supply that was purchased in most of the towns. A raising was a gala event. The Herculean task demanded all the muscular strength of the countryside. The fathers believed that their energy must be stimulated with plenty of New England rum. Certainly every man must exert his utmost power if accidents were to be avoided. The probable average weight of the entire frame was 65 pounds per cubic foot. A single truss for the roof weighed nearly 10,000 pounds. The carpenter in charge of the work was supposed to risk his life by riding up on the gallery girth New Hampshire Troubadour3 to supervise the pinning of the joints at the four corners as the several frames were raised. No wonder that housewives filled their brick ovens with beans and corn bread, pies and pound cake, for a noonday feast was a necessary part of the festivities. The building was dedicated January 19, 1774, three years and fifteen days from the beginning of the structure. On March 4, 1884, the town voted against purchasing a bell, also not to allow singers seats "that Psalmody may be carried on with greater regulation." Experience changed the mind of the citizens evidently because four years later a vote passed that "the seats in the front gallery be granted for the use of a number of persons skilled in singing." Again in 1796 the consent of the parish was sought that the bass viol might be used in the meeting house on Sundays "to assist the singers at the time of public worship." Again the approval of the voters was not obtained. In 1818 a meeting of citizens refused to pass a vote for the purchase of stoves. Not daunted, the advocates for warmth circulated a subscription paper which provided funds to install stoves six years later, no objections being offered by the voters to this financial arrangement. The following story, which is copied as it was told in Dunbarton, illustrates the opposition of many people to the introduction of stoves which were considered a dangerous invention: "Time was when the people thought they must be more modern and have some heat in the church. A few fought it and said if the Grace of God was not enough to keep them warm, they had better stay at home. Two old maids fought bitterly, but the majority won, and the stove was ordered from Boston, and was set up, but the pipe was too short, and so they did not 'fire up' the first Sunday, but put it up temporarily, so they could see how it was going to look. The 'two unconfisticated blessings' came with their fans and sat through the service fanning all the time. 'Holy Poker,' but they were mad when they found there was no fire!" [As told.] 4The January 1945 ?**. 'J.- «fc«*. l *-4 t «-■ RICHARD QRAEF The Wayland P. Tolman farm. Nelson Another tale from a later period in Hillsborough is amusing: "The only method of heating the meeting house in the early days was the foot stove. "Some time after the new church was built a furnace was installed which met the disfavor of some, particularly in the case of one old lady, Mary Ann by name. "The first time she came down the aisle, she stopped when she came to the register in the middle of the aisle, lifted her skirts ankle high, jumped across, thence passing down to her seat in the front New Hampshire Troubadour row as though nothing unusual had happened. The good old lady was not taking any chances in keeping warm by such 'new-fangle cast iron contraption as that,' she said. "On seating herself she proceeded to light her little foot stove, paying no attention to the titter from the boys and some of the grown-ups in the gallery." In the following year, 1819, the Toleration Act passed the General Court which separated church and state. Within a few years many towns were thankful to release their property to a church organization. Accordingly, Amherst voted to sell its meeting house at auction in 1833 though not without reservations. The First Congregational Church and Society were the purchasers after agreeing to allow the town to use the building for all town meetings as long a time as it might wish the bell, clock, belfry, and tower to remain the property of the town with the right of the Society to pass through the tower doors, ring the bell for funerals and public worship and on other occasions, with a clear statement, "without expense to the town." Owners of pews were to have the right to them and owners of stoves and organ to be allowed to remove their property. The purchasers agreed to keep the house in repair or it should revert to the town. Certainly the voters of Amherst still cherished their meeting house. During the following decades the town maintained these reservations but at length all claims, with the exception of the town clock, were deeded to the Congregational Society. Such is a typical history of a meeting house. The thirty and more now standing could duplicate, in general conditions, the same problems and experiences. With self-sacrifice to finance them and with pride in their ownership, the forefathers established standards of religion and of government in these buildings that have been the foundation of the civilization of all New England. — from Colonial Meeting Houses of New Hampshire by Eva A. Speare The January 1945 UNH NEWSPHOTO President Ernest M. Hopkins of Dartmouth College congratulates the newly inaugurated tenth president of the University of New Hampshire, Dr. Harold W. Stoke, at ceremonies held in Durham on December 17th. Appropriately the address of greeting in behalf of the Granite State sister colleges was delivered by President Hopkins before a large audience of high-ranking state officials, representatives from the educational world, including 15 college presidents, alumni, and students. 41-year-old President Stoke, former acting dean of the graduate school at the University of Wisconsin, chose for the subject of his inaugural address, "Education For An Age Of Power" New Hampshire Troubadour PORTSMOUTH The Seaport of New Hampshire. On the Piscataqua River. First named Strawberry Bank. Explored 1603. Settled 1623Incorporated as a city 1849.Top row, left to right:1. The Old North Church, Market Square. 2. The Rundlett-May House, built 1806. 3. View from hospital looking across South Pond. Junior High School at left. Bottom row, left to right: St. John's Church, built 1807. This parish owns one of the four American copies of the famous "Vinegar Bible.” 2. Waterfront on Piscataqua River. 3. Prescott Park. 4. Market Square and Congress Street, the Portsmouth Athenaeum (1803) in the foreground. All photos by A.Thornton Gray. NOVEMBERINTHEWHITEMOUNTAINS by Virginia Sebastian And now it is November and purple shadows fall behind the hills. The quiet murmur of the little wind bespeaks with warning of the storm and fury soon to come and all the world in stillness waits. And the mountains rise up in solid dignity crowned with snow on their black heights. I remember the winding road from the town and how you caught your breath at that first sight of Mount Washington around that curve in the road . . . and no matter how many times you saw the sweep of view it always seemed to be the first because somehow Washington never looks the same. But now in November that special purple haze settles down upon it, when dusk approaches, that somehow seems to isolate the mountain and set it apart from all else. One morning you would awaken to find the Carriage Road covered with snow and suddenly its aloneness seemed to be gone and it was as though it were just there out beyond the barn in the field north of Overlook, although in reality it is ten miles up the Pinkham Notch road. But I remember two months back in September when we did climb Washington. Somehow all the struggle and effort to reach the top is forgotten in the elation of gaining the summit. I remember starting off early in the morning and driving up to Joe Dodge's AMC Huts in Pinkham Notch and when we arrived there the mountain was hidden in a cloud although the sun was shining all around. We walked through the woods and into the forest up past Crystal Cascades and on to the Raymond Path. Here there was no sound but the crackling of the leaves underneath our feet and the occasional sound of a small strange bird and the faint whisper of the pines above our heads. And then at last we broke out through 10The January 1945 the woods and the great jagged streaked look of Huntington Ravine rose above us and we were ready for the climb over rocks so smooth and steep you had to hang on to the color in them! Three quarters of the way up we stopped for lunch and chose a little ledge on which to eat. It seemed as though you could leap off into the air and land on a mountain across the valley — all the southern mountains stretched before us — Wildcat, Middle, Tin, Thorn, and others filling in between. And up above the little white clouds scuttled over the edge of the rocks at the lip of the headwall of Huntington Ravine. On we must go and up finally to scale the last chimney and there we were in the deep thick carpet of above-treeline growth and we walked through carpets of tufted velvet in the backyard of the summit. Suddenly the tiredness left our limbs and we floated on up the last part of Jacob's Ladder hopping across the ties to the top — the cloud which hung over the mountain all morning was gone now and we looked down over all the world. Some of us merely stood in the wind and watched the view — it was more of a watching than a looking because there was so much below that it seemed you could never quite fill your eyes with enough of it. And then it was all over and down we must go — down over the big sharp rocks to the Headwall of Tuckerman's Ravine where the waterfall roared under the rocks. Down we went through the path of the cold little brook, hopping from stone to stone and never slowing down for fear of falling. And so across the floor of the ravine and when we reached Hermit Lake we stood a moment to look up there to the fine straight reach of cliff and a sudden respect was born in us for this great mountain which stood so immobile through all the seasons and the storms and we somehow drew strength from its greatness. Down now into the forest again — and soon we began to run over the trail with little stones flying out from our feet and late afternoon descended into the woods and the thrush sang its evening song, and its song was echoed in our hearts. New Hampshire Troubadour11 MOTHERLIQUOR There is a place in our fair land apart Where safe from Daiquiri or reeky rye Man taxes all his chemistry and art To brew the drink for which some children cry Which elders toiling up New England trails Pause to withdraw in bottles from their packs Which country stores display with ice in pails — As native as spruce gum or lumberjacks. It's beer, birch beer, Without a peer The finest friend At journey's end. Come, take a swig And taste the twig, And praise research That gave us birch. New Hampshire is the state. I name her first, Perhaps because I went there long ago And climbed the Sandwich Range and raised a thirst, And drank a bottle I had bought below. Thus Marco Polo sampling China tea, Or one who gave the world the coffee craze And died unsung — some Turk or Arab, he — And thus myself. I drank, and now I praise. No rye or Scotch Comes near the Notch No gin or rum While there be some To love, to cheer, The best birch beer (The white, the brown) And drink it down. 1 2The January 1945 WILLIAM C. DRAKE Start of a day's skiing at Jackson in the Eastern Slope Region New England speaks of "tonic," meaning "pop" — Like sarsaparilla, known to every child But that's a root, and it will never top White Mountain birch, all sunny and all wild. Back in a hundred villages remote From traffic and superior cuisine, I know a finer minor antidote To all the ills of man and his machine. Drink all you want In green Vermont, The State of Maine, Then drink again The clear, the crude, New Hampshire-brewed, And sing in church: God save the birch! — David McCord Reprinted by permission from "And What's More," by David McCord, Coward-McCann, Inc., New York City New HampshireTroubadour1 3 Front Cover from Kodachrome by Guy L. Shorey. Back Cover, Mts. Adams, Jefferson, and Washington of the Presidential Range, White Mountains, from Jefferson Highlands. Photo by Winston Pote. ^ywr The annual winter Recreational Calendar is now being distributed, and we shall be glad to send you a copy. It lists ski lifts, ski schools, winter events, and hotels and ski lodges with rates. ^yfJT State House circles are getting a chuckle out of one advertisement appearing in the 1945 edition of the Brown Book, official social register of the incoming state legislature. A local firm of funeral directors is listed with other Concord business firms in greeting the new lawmakers. Their ad states: "Welcome to the members of the New Hampshire Legislature. We arc glad you're here. Please call upon us for any service we can render you." — Concord Monitor. Pueblo, Colorado. - Justice of the Peace S. A. Bates, who offered to perform free marriage ceremonies for couples from Vermont and New Hampshire to round out his record of weddings for couples from all 48 states, performed a free ceremony here for Corporal Donald S. Cochrane and Miss Barbara E. Smart, who comes from Dover, N. H. He has one state to go. — New York Herald Tribune. ^jor NEWHAMPSHIREHILLS Where ray mind's eye will wander far Away from jungles, coral isles, To sunny fields where corn shocks stand A marking of a better land. Where other customs, other styles Cling to these war-warped memories. I look across a moonlit sea With other thoughts possessing me, Trout streams, woods where fallen snow Revealswhichwaythe"white-tails" go — But clearest yet of all these things Beyond the foamy coral frills, I see them day and night the same, ThosebeautifulNewHampshire Hills. - Lester H. Hancock, USNR 14 The January 1945 "Pep, Pills, and Politics" is a new book by Dr. Arthur W. Hopkins of West Swanzey, New Hampshire. Dr. Hopkins is a graduate of Dartmouth and has been a practicing physician in West Swanzey for many years. The book is an account of his experiences as a country practitioner. In a review of the book in the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine by Prof. L. B. Richardson this comment is made: "His career, modest as it is, has been one of high utility and great interest. That interest is well reflected in this story of his life." (Vermont Printing Company. $2.50.) On December 13, 1944, Dartmouth College reached its 175th birthday, but in place of the formal ceremonies which would attend the occasion in peacetime, the college simply had another busy day of Navy and civilian wartime service. Present civilian enrollment of 240 barely matches that of a century ago, but the trustees have declined to curtail the regular liberal arts curriculum no matter how great the wartime shrinkage. This has been Dartmouth's way of keeping faith with its educational tradition and with its self-chosen mission. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORDPRESS CONCORDNH Fifty-five New Hampshire clergymen representing nine different religions are serving as chaplains in the armed forces. The first bomb loosed from a B-29 Bomber flown by Capt. Clayton F. Gray on a combat mission over Japan was marked "Cindy to Tojo, in honor of his infant daughter, Lucinda. Mrs. Gray is a native of Keene, New Hampshire, and Capt. Gray is a recent Dartmouth graduate. On the summit of Mt.Washington, looking down the Tuckerman Headwall, Boott Spur in background WINSTON POTE THETIMEWILLCOME By Pauline Soroka Chadwell e wi'l come — He will return to be b.ved hills, where seasons come and go tides of beauty's changing sea — j of brilliant autumn fire, deep snow anced drifts, bright song of early spring Ing brooks, sweet smell of scented hay In.renched fields, clean barns, stone walls to bring iost peace to heart and mind, some day. nt, his head is heavy with the jungle heat, .heart is sated with the tropic sun and rain /t something in his aching body fights defeat, ..remembering the hills and skies of home again — And in the sodden night, he dreams of mountain air. The way its cooling waves flowed on his face and hair. — Washington Evening Star 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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Typically, this Rights Statement is used when the organization is missing key facts essential to making an accurate copyright status determination. URI: http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/UND/1.0/ Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource New Hampshire State Library, 20 Park Stree, Concord, NH 03301https://nh.gov/nhsl Language A language of the resource eng Subject The topic of the resource Cannon Mountain Portsmouth Toleration Act