https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/a474587619f7fb551865b868a709fdc5.pdf 193aef32a7c9c3f2b4dc16bdf5bd803b 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 COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPT YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE LIFE HERE SO DELIGHTFUL. IT IS SENT TO YOU BY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR ANDREW McC. HEATH, Editor volume xviii October, 1948 number 7 OCTOBER Each night the tide of Fall creeps up the hills Across the homesteads of the whippoorwills, Till to their tops they smolder in the haze That grays the mornings of these Autumn days. The sunlight strikes them into sudden flame. The pine trees sigh and whisper at the shame Of birches dancing naked in the breeze, Of surnac, staid old oak and maple trees Who, over night, have gone out of their heads And dressed themselves in all these brazen reds: Trading the long-worn monotones of June For one brief fling beneath the Hunter's Moon. — From Land of The Yankees by Frederick W. Branch
New Hampshire Troubadour 3 THE SERMON OF THE WATER BEETLE bu Ljeorae [/Uoodburu An excerpt from John Goffe's Mill, published recently by W. W. Norton and Company at $3.00. For the past few thousand years, ever since civilization advanced to a point where it became somewhat artificial and got in its own way, there have been vociferous advocates of country living. Not infrequently these enthusiasts for the bucolic would not be found dead beyond the city limits. Urbanites who clearly saw all the frailties of metropolitan life, they were blinded to the imperfections of any other. The lyrical exponents of pastoral simplicity today are but streamlined versions of Horace with his Sabine farm which he used for week ends only, and Rousseau with the 'noble savage" he never met socially. "Elsewhere" is usually considered an improvement on "here." Certainly this is true of country people, whose enthusiasm for city living (as they imagine it) is just as active, even if less vocal and facile in its expression. The apparent ease of living and the brimming neshpots of the city look pretty good to the rural imagination. Every now and then individuals summon up enough courage or foolishness to try transplanting themselves. Often the results lead to discouragement and subsequent bitterness. The transposed urbanite finds that rural life is unremunerative, uncomfortable, and very hard work according to his standards. Anyone undiscriminating enough to expect to find Arcadia where the pavement ends is prone to let his disappointment carry him too far and is likelv to return convinced that he has sojourned on Tobacco Road. In a similar way the country is full of rustics, fugitive from a metropolitan experiment that failed, who have definite views about city slickers and the wiles of the cruel city. 4 The October 1948 m * *s <% I . H»I«.M, #&# <• S«58886S8^> 8 8$8**88Sg8« aWft**8$*3a* »ww *aT ** S3&£H k '^ $ MpP * *^t ^^w? :W- • ■ ■■ " ii«oiifc lilllilMIWIIIlfli i I'll"!!'!" *$ : :$$$-$898$*°$ wPlltP!'.11.11.11 " ■ - HI ,J?V>.:k -; Jo/j/t Gaffe's Mill, Bedford. EAMES STUDIO When Connie and I packed up our belongings ten years ago and moved from a two-room city apartment to a moribund "gentlemen's villa" in Bedford, New Hampshire, we had few illusions about what we were getting into. It seemed to us that certain aspects of the life we were leaving were corrupt and sick — or, at any rate, not feeling very well. But this was too big a problem for us to tackle singlehanded; we had to focus on ourselves first of all. We wanted to live simply and raise a family of children. We wanted a home and a sense of belonging somewhere, which was an item not included in the lease of our apartment. There was a nostalgic tug in the thought of returning to the place where so many generations had lived before us. And there was, of course, the propulsive New Hampshire Troubadour 5 r WINSTON POTE Highway 16 at North Wakefield. effect of a swift kick from the rear — the simultaneous collapse of career, prospects, and health. How did we do it? The placid millpond stretches away before the opened window, still and tranquil in the summer sun. Lush with a heavy green, the inverted image of the banks is broken only by the ripples of shipwrecked insects struggling to postpone the terminal event. Rising fish strike swiftly from beneath, and the futile ffutterings end in a soft plash and a concentric spate of ripples. The tall trees and massed shrubbery of the reflection rock crazily for a moment and then pull themselves together again. The status, so to speak, returns to quo. The still warm air is heavy with the threat of thunder. The barometer was falling when we looked at it at noon. We could use more water in the pond just now. It is low, approaching midsummer level, and there is much work to be done. The spraddle-legged water beetles on the pond beneath the window have captured Gordon's attention. And what intensity of concentration there is in nine .. The October 1948 years old — while it lasts. I am grateful for the diversion, for it brings respite from his endless questioning, which has ranged in the past hours from pulley wheels to cuckoo clocks, with halts at way stations. The window opens low above the water, so low that Gordon can hang doubled over the sill to spy and spit upon his insect friends. A scene of such transcendent beauty as is framed by the opened window should do something for us in a spiritual way. I don't know what exactly, but something. A purist might complain that the foreshortened blue jean rump in the foreground of the composition is not art. Well, call it reality, then. Water, fresh green foliage, and the yellow sunlight work such effect that even the stinkweed and the poison ivy seem attractive. Gordon once said it looked like a painting. I had to correct him. Paintings try to look like this. This is the wood-turning and general shop of John Goffe's Mill that we revived. . . . Gordon and I have been down here since noon. The lengthening shadows out of doors and the increasing sense of vacuum inside of me indicate that the day is closing down and it is nearly quitting time. . . . Connie and the girls will be down in a few minutes to walk home with us. . . . "Father," Gordon calls. His voice carries clearly above the many sounds of the mill and the soft slip-slap of the belts beating out their endless rhythm in point and counterpoint. "Now what?" "Father, what's that funny poem about water beetles?" "You mean Hilaire Belloc's?" "Yes. You know." He undrapes himself from the window sill and sits facing me across the bed of the big turning lathe. He is tall for his age, with an active, slender body. His straight black hair is tousled, and there is fun in his level gray eyes. "Just a minute. I have to stop down in a minute." New Hampshire Troubadour 7 I slide the drive belt over to the idle pulley with one hand and with the other stop the spinning mandrel of the lathe. The motions have become habitual, and after long practice I no longer have to watch my hands; I know where they are to go instinctively. The cadence of the countershaft belts above my head changes and is more muted now. From far below, in the wheel pit underneath the mill, I hear the low swish of the turbine and the rumbling growl of the change gears. My little victim, let me trouble you To fix your active mind on W. The WATER BEETLE here shall teach A sermon far beyond your reach: He flabbergasts the Human Race By gliding on the water's face With ease, celerity, and grace; But if he ever stopped to think Of how he did it, he would sink. RAPID ENOUGH h<7i cJLanaleu An editorial in the Concord, New Hampshire, Daily Monitor The 1948 population figure estimates by the federal census bureau indicate that New Hampshire is one of two New England states which have held even with the national average of growth since 1940, growing between eight and nine per cent in that period in number of residents, until now well in excess of 500,000 total population. Greatest growth has naturally been on the West coast, where real settlement did not begin until about 100 years ago, compared 8 with the more than three centuries of growth in this region of the nation. The Granite State increase is really quite remarkable. Ordinarily during war periods, New Hampshire has fared badly population-wise. That was so in the decades of the Civil and First World Wars. This time the effect of wars appears to have been reversed, at least so far as this state is concerned. It might be expected that New Hampshire would show a greater increase in population percentage-wise than Vermont or Maine, its northern neighbors, because the Granite State is proportionately much more industrialized and less dependent upon agriculture. But when the Granite State exceeds Massachusetts and Rhode Island as well in percentage-wise population growth the reasons Autumn leaves floating on Lake Solitude near the summit of Ml. Sunapee. Construction of a chair lift and ski area by the New Hampshire Highway Department on Mt. Sunapee is nearing completion. The area is to be operated by the State Forestry and Recreation Department. Summer recreational facilities are also to be developed on Mt. Sunapee. WINSTON POTE . . ERIC M. SANFORD A recreational area recently developed by the State Forestry and Recreation Department at Echo Lake, Franconia Notch. become more confused. Only Connecticut of the New England states has grown more rapidly than New Hampshire in recent years, and it is in part on the perimeter of the great New York city metropolitan area and has benefited from the expansion of that area. New Hampshire must be coming to share more in the decentralization of industry, in the use of branch plants, in the diversification of its industry, than previously. Set between Maine and Vermont, southern New Hampshire is the geographical center of New England. It thus provides a location from which any part of New 10 The October 1948 England, and especially the northern half, may be most readily reached. This makes the state important in the business of distribution as well as for manufacturing. Perhaps the biggest influence, however, is the desire of people to live in this state. Despite relative prosperity, a growing number of Americans want to live close to the land rather than in urban congestion. To such people New Hampshire is unusually attractive. A good test of this is the high percentage of Dartmouth College graduates, who, coming from all the states of the Union, acquire in four years the desire to remain in New Hampshire or New England. There is something in the air which makes them want to be adopted sons. Economic changes have been making the fulfillment of such desires more and more possible. The expansion of the state's highway system and the extension of electricity into more and more rural areas in the state is opening up greater possibilities for year-round residence in attractive surroundings. Better communication facilities make it possible for people to live on the land but work, whole time or part time, elsewhere. The next census will probably reveal that the growth within the state is in the cities and larger towns, and the townships which surround these centers of growth. The centers are becoming something more than single cities. They are becoming regional groups of cities and towns economically if not politically correlated. This trend is not entirely new, but it apparently has accelerated in the current decade. New Hampshire is fortunate. It is not yet overcrowded as a whole. It still has great areas of very sparse population. It remains at least 70 per cent wooded. It has variety, in both scenery and climate. These surroundings make for relative sanity and a way of life which is conservative. In this atmosphere skills are maintained and resourcefulness remains a common trait. The state's growth is rapid enough. New Hampshire Troubadour 11 AUTUMN IN NORTHERN NEW HAMPSHIRE i '' (7* ^°tt°n Autumn in the valley of the Pilots has a glory all its own. Gold mornings with a dense fog takes the sting out of Jack Frost, followed by glorious sunny days, clear and cool, with that vigorous tang to the air that lifts age and worry from one's shoulders. The Pilots from Devil's Slide at the extreme northern tip to Round Mountain in the south are one grand sweep of castellated peaks, deep ravines and wooded heights, a riot of color mingling green, red, yellow and gold, touched here and there by floating cloud shadows, ever changing. The etched skyline set against a sky of vivid blue presents a picture never to be forgotten, and the despair of artists. Creeping down the mountain slopes to blown pastures and green fields is a vivid landscape, dotted with weathered farm buildings and threaded with blacktop roads and purling trout streams, the arteries of the hills. A cool breeze touches the cheek with a gentle caress, and a hot sun turns the skin to bronze. As you look at the fading summer, a sense of lost loveliness and the approach of winter dampens the ardor and reminds us of the glories of old King Winter, stern and unyielding; but with a softening touch that removes the sting of cold fingers and toes. I love the dark green of fir and spruce and the smooth light green of pine needles, mixed with the flaming maple and sober birch and elm. It's a scene that strikes deep into the soul of a nature lover, especially a born and bred native of New Hampshire with heart, soul and body deep in the hills, valleys, and mountains of his loved home. Mt. Hutchins, the highest peak in the range, its lofty peak thrust deep into the blue dome of the sky, guards range and valley with 12 The October 1948 austere dignity, unmindful of the deep scar of a slide marking its wide, wooded slopes. I see about me comfortable homes and fertile land yielding an abundant harvest and a contented, hardy people. Like their ancestors they are the pioneers of the valley carrying on the traditions of their forefathers. They are hardy and resourceful, and a New Hampshire winter holds no terrors for them; but a wealthofgoodlivingand warmth that defies the cold blasts that sweep about their homes. You can't defeat people like these; they are the salt of the earth, also the pepper. They do big things and clear their way through difficulties that would deter a less resolute people. Words just don't clear the picture of our autumn glories; but it does give a faint inkling of the wonderful panorama spread before us and the slow changes that merge a glorious, colorful autumn into an austere but invigr-orating winter. H. D. BARI-OW Harvesting Apples at Boseawen. 13 Summer has gone, all its marvelous beauties are hidden bv a barren earth; but it will come again for our joy and pleasure. Its beauties sleep, but its memories will be with us to enfold and sustain us until it comes again, and be all the more regally lovely by its long winter sleep locked in the arms of snow, ice and deep frost. New Hampshire Troubadour Front Cover: Mt. Chocorua and Lake Chocorua in late September. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Front Street, Exeter, in autumn. Photo by H. D. Barlow. Frontispiece: Harvest time at Al-stead. Photo by Winston Pote. A list of New Hampshire craftsmen and crafts shops is in preparation by the Industrial Division, State Planning and Development Commission. Bradford, N. H. (U. P.) Deer are proving much too friendly and cows too wild on Bradford's Main Street. The State Fish and Game Department had to help residents protect their gardens from deer, which particularly liked cabbage. Several men had to leave their haying to corner a cow which jumped the pasture fence of Lester F. Hall. — From Brooklyn, N. Y. Eagle Small game hunting prospects are said to be good this year by experts of the New Hampshire Fish and Game Department. Grouse are continuing their increase after a cyclic low about two years ago. The resident population of woodcock, and the numbers in the breeding grounds in the northeastern states and eastern Canadian provinces, is said to be large this year. Ducks are reported to be scarce in the Atlantic flyway, though there is no decline in population from last year. Raccoon are apparently unusually plentiful. No decline has been noted in the supply of cottontail rabbits and varying hares. Small Game Hunting Seasons (all dates inclusive) Grouse (partridge) Oct. 1-Dec. 1 Rabbit (cottontail and varying hare) Oct. 1-Feb. 15 Raccoon — Oct. 1-Dec. 1 Woodcock — Oct. 1-Oct. 31 Pheasant (male) — Oct. 15- Nov. 16 Duck - Oct. 8-19; Nov. 26- Dec. 7. See complete Federal regulations governing hunting of migratory birds. Dear Sirs: We have just had a chance to visit in your state and would like to take this time to tell you of three different times our trip through was made more pleasant. On the border between New Hampshire and Vermont we had 14 The October 1948 paused to check our route when a small telephone lineman's truck pulled up and offered his assistance; again in Littleton in trying to decide a choice of routes a man and woman pulled up in their car and offered very helpful information; and last in Winchester a man left a group he was with and came to our car and offered his assistance. These were all voluntary and widely-spaced instances. Where people are that friendly and courteous to total strangers then they must be very fine neighbors. Needless to say, we had a very fine time in your state. Orland B. Goger Derby, Connecticut, In the autumn of 1746 the regiment of New Hampshire troops commanded by Colonel Atkinson was ordered into the Winnipiseogee country to make winter quarters, and as a picket-post against the incursions of French and Indians from Canada. The regiment built a strong fort in Sanbornton, at the head of Little Bay, and named it Fort Atkinson. The troops remained here for nearly a year in idleness, under the lax discipline of the provincial commanders, and much of the time was spent in fishing and hunting excursions among New Hampshire Troubadour the mountains and on and along Lake Winnipiseogee, in which the character and capabilities of the country as far north as the Sandwich Range were defined and minutely studied. The soldiers carried back the most glowing reports of the country, and, as Potter says, "the expedition, apparently so fruitless, had its immediate advantages, for, aside from the protection afforded by it, the various scouts and fishing expeditions explored minutely the entire basin of the Winnipiseogee, and turned the attention of emigrants and speculators to the fine lands and valuable forests in that section of the province. And as soon as the French and Indian wars were at an end in 1760, the Winnipiseogee basin was at once granted and settled." — From History of Carroll County (1889) Note — Winnipiseogee is one of the many old spellings for Winnipesaukee. — Ed. A new autumn edition of the New Hampshire Recreational Calendar, featuring dates of events, and a timely bulletin on the progress of autumn foliage coloration are available. Ask The Troubadour for your copy. 15 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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