https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/642b4ff473f530761717bdf72972e4a4.pdf 04b3753e98885b3cdefbc2d317a1d8f2 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 WiNSTON POTE Upper slope of the headwall of Tucker man Ravine, "The Snow Bowl," Mt. Washington. Spring skiing will be enjoyed here through the month of May and possibly part of June 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 XVApril,I 9-45NUMBER 1 SAPTIME by Lewis C. Swain Acting Extension Forester, University of New Hampshire Who first tapped a maple tree in New Hampshire or where he dwelt is a matter of historical conjecture. But whoever he was, his example has been followed with unfailing regularity each spring as snow begins to settle in the woods. Some call it rock maple and others hard maple, but the name preferred by most is sugar maple. Of all sap producing trees, it is the sweetest and its virtues have been sung since that early day in history when somebody first tapped a tree. From tidewater to Pittsburg it's just the same, with no town excepted — buckets, pails, jars, hanging on trees along the road. Anything to catch the sweet sap dripping from rough wooden spiles or patented metal spouts. You may criticize the methods and utensils, but each sugar-maker will tell you that his product is unexcelled, for didn't he learn how to make it thick and dark — or light as amber, or to lake it off just when — well, that's how grandfather did it. New Hampshire Troubadour3 The best of it is that there's fun in it along with a lot of hard work. The little girl in the red dress, bare legs and galoshes, strives just as hard to carry her small pail of sap without spilling as the 88-year-old veteran with his wooden yoke and brace of buckets. Lest you gain the impression that this is the way New Hampshire maple producers go about making their two, three or five hundred gallons of syrup, you may recall the sugar house at the edge of the maple grove. And if you are one of the fortunate, you remember the sugaring-off party you went to. Yes, they still use oxen to haul collecting tanks, though there aren't as many as there used to be. Horses are more commonly seen working around the sugar bush. Instead of old-fashioned pans set on brick arches, shining evaporators now send up clouds of steam through ventilators in the roof. To each visitor it seems incredible that cold sap from the storage tank comes in at one end of the evaporator and that only a dozen or fifteen feet away at the other end finished syrup is bubbling seven degrees higher than the temperature of boiling water. And this, by the way, is the point at which the syrup is drawn off. Many people use the hydrometer to be sure of exact density and only recently a new standardizing instrument called a hydrotherm has put in an appearance. No two sugar houses will be found just alike. Each is built according to ideas or whims, but the essentials are always there. First in importance is a good supply of dry wood, for once a fire is started under the evaporator the sap must boil rapidly to make high quality syrup. Some say that it takes a cord of wood for every 60 to 70 buckets hung on the trees. A bench or table, stools, backless chairs and sometimes a stove help to make the rustic appearance just about complete. Over near Winnipesaukee is a sugar house like that, and on the stove there's always a coffee pot. Night sap boiling, with some of the neighbors dropping in, a cup of coffee, some home-made doughnuts and plenty of new syrup — well, that's as right as anything can be. 4The April 1945 INTERNATIONAL NEWS PHOTOS Samuel W. Smith of High Maples Farm, Gilford, with the aid of competent helpers, gathering sap for maple syrup The smell of wood smoke in the grove, of steaming syrup nearly done, and even tobacco, leaves an impression never to be erased from memory. Nights when ice forms in the sap buckets with warm, thawing sunshine the next day are best for good sap flow. It takes a barrel or more of sap to make a gallon of syrup and when the run is favorable, everybody is on the jump. Pails on trees are full and running over, boiling is at top speed in the evaporator and it's work around the clock. One veteran of many a maple season said he hoped to be able to fill his syrup orders, already at the five hundred gallon mark. Did he really enjoy it or was it just a lot of hard work? You should have seen his eyes light up when he said, "Yes, I like it." New Hampshire Troubadour5 The old trees, some tapped more than fifty years, are weather beaten and a little infirm. They have lived useful lives, giving pleasure and profit. Each one has provided sap for sweet maple syrup, or delightful scalloped sugar cakes, and perhaps maple candies, heart or leaf shaped. Some people are caring for young trees to replace the older ones as they drop out one by one. And this is as it should be. May the time never come when Mother, Dad and the children fail to greet springtime as saptime. SUNSETATNEWFOUNDLAKE by Alden Paul Gurney U.S.N.R. S.2/c Evening was drawing near, and the sun began to settle behind Sugar Loaf Mountain. The lake looked like a giant mirror reflecting the colors of the sky and the blue of the mountain. Bright red shaded gently and smoothly into a light orange, and finally into the gray of evening. The mountain, capped with blue haze, stood in bold relief against the sunset glow. Off the lake drifted a large silvery cloud which wound its way through the valley and seemed to make a path to the heavens. As the sun sank lower the mountain became gray in color, light at the top and gradually deepening into darkness at the base. A soft wind blew through the pine trees, making a low, eerie whispering sound that seemed to be the voice of the forest. An eagle circling the lake turned towards its nest on a barren tree high on a lofty crag. All the earth seemed to become peaceful as God gently pulled the blanket of evening over the world and tucked it to sleep for the night. 6The April 1945 "WHENCECOMETHMYHELP" by Odell Shepard Let me sleep among the shadows of the mountains when I die, In the murmur of the pines and sliding streams, Where the long day loiters by Like a cloud across the sky, Where the moon-drenched night is musical with dreams. Lay me down within a canyon of the mountains, far away, In a valley filled with dim and rosy light, Where the flashing rivers play Out across the golden day, And a noise of many waters brims the night. All the wisdom, all the beauty I have lived for, unaware, Came upon me by the banks of upland rills I have seen God walking there In the solemn soundless air When the morning wakened wonder in the hills. I am what the mountains made me, of their green and gold and gray, Of the dawnlight and the moonlight and the foam.... Mighty mothers far away, Ye, who washed my soul in spray, I am coming, mother mountains, coming home. When I draw my dreams about me, when I leave the darkling plain Where my soul forgets to soar and learns to plod, I shall go back home again To the kingdoms of the rain, To the blue purlieus of heaven, nearer God. Where the rose of dawn blooms earlier across the miles of mist, Between the tides of sundown and moonrise I shall keep a lover's tryst With the gold and amethyst, With the stars for my companions in the skies. From "The Oxford Book of American Verse," by Bliss Carman New Hampshire Troubadour7 ROCHESTER Rochester, incorporated in 1722, and including what are now Farmington and Milton, became a city in 1891. Top row, left to right: 1. The Square. 2. City Hall. 3. Main Street from the Square. Middle row: 1. Honor Roll in front of City Hall. 2. Home of the late Ex. Gov. Rolland Spaulding. Bottom row: 1. Cocheco River from North Main Street Bridge. 2. Spaulding High School Athletic Field. 3. Frisbie Memorial Hospital. All photos by A. Thornton Gray New Boston, home of the Molly Stark Gun of Revolutionary War Time, an unspoiled hill town with many fine farms —year-round and summer homes, and magnificent views from its encircling hills, OLDNEWHAMPSHIRE by Engign Sid Dimond U.S.N.R. Fellows in the service are constantly exposed to information on "what they are fighting for." Of course, every man has his own conception of the ideals involved in this struggle. Most of us, as everyday human beings, find these elements best expressed in just one word . . . democracy. And so, realizing that democracy (with its related freedoms) is the reason for whatever sacrifices are necessary to win the war, we find ourselves asking, "What does democracy mean to me?" The answer is usually based on the so-called "little" comforts and pleasures of life which have come into our lives as a result of living under that system of government. 10 The April 1945 What are some of these comforts and pleasures? The wife . . . Mom . . . the family. The dear ones are always first, especially when things are going badly and one is lonely. But always there, running for second place, is the home town, the state, and all it has to offer. Now it seems to me that we from New Hampshire are especially fortunate in that direction. As we look back over the days when we were just civilians, hundreds of precious memories are recalled. In my particular case, it's the smell of boiling maple sap in the pans at Granddad's maple sugar house in Penacook . . . swimming and boating at the State's largest lake ... or the thrill of a first Tramway ride, especially when the Tram passes over the supports and you suddenly realize that you are hundreds of feet above a tiny, green, miniature forest. Or, perhaps, standing on the top of Rattlesnake Hill and watching the hustle and bustle of Concord as though it were just a toy model of a town . . . the placid Merrimack threading its way toward Manchester, and infinite busses and trains going their way. Yeah, that's New Hampshire! Or, perhaps, it's just a stroll through the picturesque State campus at Durham, or a Sunday afternoon dip at the State beach down Hampton way! And many is the week end the boys and I have enjoyed a trek to the summit of Mt. Washington, or a drive to the Ski Tow, passing through Crawford Notch for another peek at nature's panorama. Most of us have our own little spot in New Hampshire where we feel closer to God through the beauty of Mother Nature . . . and thoughts go back there sometimes. With me, it's a little out-of-the-way place called Broad Cove, just outside of Hopkinton, where man's civilization hasn't touched the rugged scenery. There I can think ... free from the maddening pace of the modern world. Shucks, there are many others which could be mentioned . . . but each man has his own particular places . . . his own particular memories ... and his own particular plans for those glorious New Hampshire Troubadour11 days after victory has become ours. Maybe it's a fishing and camping (or skiing trip) in the White Mountains ... or, perhaps, just a new home built down Epsom way. But whatever it is, in a way it is helping to win the war. For, as one of my friends in North Africa wrote, "The memories we cherish, and the plans for future pleasures, always make our present situation seem a little more bearable. Yup, it sure helps!" Back in Garrison School in Concord our teacher taught us a song which has, time and time again, run through my mind. Never has it meant more to me than at the present moment. It is our State Song, and part of it goes something like this: "With a skill that knows no measure .. . God made the rugged old Granite State!" One of these days, old Granite State, we're coming back . . . and when we do we'll be better Americans . . . better able to appreciate what has been placed for us, and built for us, from the shores of the Atlantic to the snow-capped splendor of our mountain ranges! NEWHAMPSHIRETOWNMEETINGS (Quoted by permission from Time magazine of March 26) It was fine town-meeting weather. The roads were passable. Spring was on its way. The good citizens of New Hampshire met, as they have every spring for 150 years or more, to elect the township officers, approve or amend the budgets, define the general policy of 224 towns for the coming year. It was the purest and the oldest manifestation of democracy in the U.S. Mindful of the unusually heavy snows and the discomfort of the past winter, the cautious people of the Granite State unbound their wallets, voted to buy record amounts of snow-removal and bridge-building equipment. They laid out unusually large sums, too, for 12The April 1945 Colburn Park and main business section of Lebanon such postwar projects as road construction, sewer systems, sewage disposal, and memorials for their servicemen. Pembroke decided to auction off its police station to the highest bidder. Weare sold its tramp house for $1 — cash. Dorchester recessed at noon for a hot dinner and homemade fudge. Oldtimers pondered Surry's attendance — the smallest town meeting in years — and concluded that "everybody's working." Mason was pleased that its police department cost only $8 in 1944, but voted to give it an additional $17 for 1945. Rye felicitated its venerable town clerk on his 83 years and his 58th term in office. These were the normal, every-year matters of New Hampshire living. But this year, as never before, the sights of New Hampshire-men were set on wider horizons. At the bottom of every ballot in every town was a searching question: "To see if the town will vote to support United States membership in a general system of inter- New Hampshire Troubadour 13 national cooperation, such as that proposed at the Dumbarton Oaks Conference, having police power to maintain the peace of the world." The question had . . . become Senate Joint Resolution No. 1. In most towns there was little debate on it, and most townsfolk admitted that they did not know much about the plan. But they gave international cooperation a thumping (18-to-l) yea. Their sons were fighting all over the world, and they were for anything that gave hope of keeping it from happening again.. . . Front Cover: Mt. Washington and Peabody River from Gorham in April. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Adams from the Glen in April. Photograph by Winston Pote. Spring fishing on New Hampshire lakes begins April 15, with trolling for lake trout and salmon. On the same day the season opens for brook trout at Lake Sunapee, New London, and at Pleasant Lake, Elkins. Elsewhere in the state the brook trout season opens May 1. Mild weather in late February and in March has advanced spring fishing conditions by about two weeks. The brook trout daily limit is 15 fish, six inches or more in length, or five pounds, except that at Sunapee the minimum length is ten inches, and in northern Coos County there are a few special regulations. Anglers are advised to consult the fishing laws to be sure that they remain within the regulations. A copy will be sent on request. The youngest and one of the most active agricultural organizations of the state is the New Hampshire Maple Producers Association. There are now 116 members. "Two crocheted bonnets," by Sarah K. Colony. Our own judgment was, if they were intended for bonnets, they would ornament the head of a lady to the best advantage in the shade, when the mercury stood about 90. 14 The April 1945 "As a whole, the Ladies' Department was marked by fewer features of mediocrity than any other of the exhibition. One omission, it struck us, might be rectified at future meetings: that was the absence of the ages of the young contributors from the tickets upon their specimens of crayon, oil, and other paintings, etc. We know the delicacy which interferes with this requirement in the case of older young ladies, and would respectfully suggest that the age should be specified in every case where the competitor has not exceeded fourteen years." — From "Transactions of the New Hampshire State Agricultural Society for the year 1854" In the February issue of "Historical New Hampshire," a publication of the New Hampshire Historical Society, there is an interesting article, "Price Control in New Hampshire in 1777," by Dr. Kenneth Scott. We quote the following: "Early in the Spring of 1777 the state legislature fixed the prices for the common necessaries of life. Some two years later, on September 22, 1778, a convention of dele- New Hampshire Troubadour gates for the state met in Concord under the presidency of John Lang-don and agreed that it was ' absolutely necessary to have affixed prices to most articles of trade.' Some 30 commodities were named with their 'ceiling' prices. These prices were to hold for Portsmouth and certain other places, while the remaining towns were to make their own regulations and set prices to be taken by innkeepers, tradesmen and laborers. It was further recommended that everyone sell commodities as much lower than the proposed prices as possible, while all persons acting contrary to the regulations were to be exposed as 'enemies to their country.' " Blake H. Rand, aged 83 years, Rye's perennial town clerk, was returned to office at Tuesday's town meeting, to serve his 58th term. Mr. Rand lays claim to being New Hampshire's oldest town clerk in point of service. Endorsed by both the Republican and Democratic parties, Clerk Rand, Tuesday, received the highest vote of any town official, 307 persons expressing a preference for his continued services. — Exeter News Letter 15 RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. APRIL NOW IN MORNING CLAD .iby Bliss Carman April now in morning clad Like a gleaming oread, With the south wind in her voice, comes to bid the world rejoice. With the sunlight on her bow, Through her veil of silver showers, April o’er New England now Trails her robe of woodland flowers. Violet and anemone While along the misty sea, Pipe at lip, she seems to blow Haunting airs of long ago. From “Bliss Carman’s Poems” Published by: Dodd, Mead & Co., New York*B S': 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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