https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/b609e5ae1502b8befe2c0d679bda5919.pdf 239fa3355289f07262785355761f25ef 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 WmM -' TROUBADOUR February 1946 Church at Rindge BERNICE PERRY Troubaaour 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. YVe lingered at Rockbound Lodge until late our first fall, it was too beautiful to leave. We had fully intended to go South but our hearts just weren’t in it. We liked our new friends so much and we liked Meredith, so we bought a little house in town and there we went for the winter. We wish everyone could see the startling beauty of this country in winter. We enjoy every storm, each one makes the landscape more beautiful and some turn the trees to a lace pattern that could only be fashioned by a Master Hand. Driving is no problem as the roads are kept open and are so good. We often snowshoe to Rock-bound Lodge and fill the bird trays and visit the ice fishers in their “Bob” houses on the Lake. We attend church, presided over by a dynamic, young minister who preaches to us winters and fishes with us summers. And as for social goings on there is no end. We have joined the Grange which we enjoy enormously. We spend THORSTEN V. KALIJARVI, Editor VOLUME XV February, 1946 NUMBER 11 WE DON’T WANT TO GO SOUTH New Hampshire Troubadour 3 HAROLD ORNE Lower section of Skimobile line showing newly enlarged base station building for refreshments, lounging, and getting warm. Cranmore Mountain, North Conway evenings of music or cards with our new friends. And our old friends from Boston come up to enjoy the snow with us. One of our greatest winter pleasures is watching the wild birds feed at a tray fastened on the ledge outside our dining room windows. We put on it wild bird seed, sunflower seed, table scraps, etc. On the nearby lilac bush we hang stale doughnuts or spike slices of bread. And on a tree we fasten a cage of suet. The Chickadees are regulars with their sleek black caps and beady eyes. They always remind us of Walt Disney’s birds. It is amazing to see how deftly they can crack a big sunflower seed and get the meat. We are sure that some of these little fellows are the same ones who visit us at Rockbound Lodge in summer. The White Breasted Nuthatch likes to hang head downward to eat his doughnut. He is a fascinat- 4 ing little fellow and so is the Red Breasted Nuthatch. The Tufted Titmouse is pert and perky with an “up do” hair style. On very cold days the Nuthatches eat sitting down on the tray. In that way they spread their soft feathers and warm their legs. The Goldfinch and the Purple Finch are a thrill to see. The dainty jewel colored birds seem so much more beautiful in the brilliant winter sunlight against a background of sparkling white snow. Some days the big Hairy Woodpecker comes with his gay red top knot and his soft colored mate. Other times a pair of Downy Woodpeckers do their best to eat all the suet. I wish everyone would become interested in feeding the winter birds. It doesn’t matter much where you live. If you put out food for a while the birds will find it and continue to come. These tiny mites have a hard time finding food in the winter but can stand any amount of cold if they are well fed. Keeping the horses warm between heats along Stable Row. Crystal Lake, Canaan HAROLD FOWLER Hanover Inn, Hanover Just at this moment I glanced out and a flock of glorious Evening Grosbeaks, bright yellow and black, settled on the top of the sumac bush where they are eating seeds from the bright red seed cases. With the blue sky above and white snow below, evergreens beyond and bright sun over all, it’s a gorgeous picture. No, we don’t want to go South, we love the North! 6 The February 1946 FINDING FREEDOM IN NEW HAMPSHIRE Portions of an editorial in the Concord, New Hampshire, Monitor-Patriot, discussing the state motto: “Live Free or Die.” A state motto should be something bigger than the sentimental gush which all too often is indulged in when recreational visitors are sought, or industries are encouraged to come to the state. The motto is the complete expression of a valid philosophy of life, and in the day and generation of its official adoption there is great need for such an honest expression. It reminds us of our hard beginning as a civilized state and of the struggle which has brought about the state’s growth and the substantial sustenance and inspiration of its people. The knowledge that death lies ahead for all of us is the greatest driving force that human beings have. It is their sure knowledge all their lives that death is ahead which principally distinguishes them from the other animals. And it is in death that all men do finally find freedom. Of course the State Planning and Development Commission hopes that on the way to death a lot of people will stop over in New Hampshire. And a lot of them do, and according to the population and vital statistics, they manage to postpone the coming of death by coming to New Hampshire. For this state uses the fact of this postponement as a part of its advertising. Next to California, statistics have told us, people live longest in New Hampshire. There is an angle of death to our climatic claims, too. For when we discuss the health giving properties of our seashore, lakes and mountains, we are simply saying in another way that if you take your vacations in New Hampshire you will be better physically and mentally and you will live longer. But most of all it is the essence of “Live Free or Die” which our visitors discern in the natives which provides the encouragement to come again. It is the signs of independence and dry humor and contentment with freedom which the visitors observe in New Hampshire which help to produce a feeling of freedom in them also. And it is freedom which the vacationist seeks. New Hampshire Troubadour 7 The new state motto, used with the state shield, will not scare visitors away. It will help to remind them that this was once a complete free state, that it was the ninth and deciding in ratification of the federal constitution and thus brought the union into being, that our old homes and attractive villages possess historical foundations of greater permanence than almost any other section of the nation, and that here there still is a way of life which has sturdily withstood one assault after another. New Hamsphire does not choose to die. It has always preferred to live free, and it still does. A touch of all this in the state’s advertising can do no harm. For New Hampshire has more to offer than just a salubrious climate at certain seasons. It is a state, it is a state created by the people, it is a state which created the federal union, and always it sought ever greater freedom in the process of its development and growth. ■MS The Ellis River, Jackson NEW HAMPSHIRE AGAIN by Cdar( ^andbury I remember black winter waters, I remember thin white birches. I remember sleepy twilight hills, I remember riding across New Hampshire lengthways. I remember a station named “Halcyon,” a brakeman calling to passengers “Halcyon!! Halcyon!!” I remember having heard the gold diggers dig out only enough for wedding rings. I remember a stately child telling me her father gets letters addressed “Robert Frost, New Hampshire.” I remember an old Irish saying, “His face is like a fiddle and everyone who sees him must love him.” I have one remember, two remembers, ten remembers; I have a little handkerchief bundle of remembers. One early evening star just over a cradle moon, One dark river with a spatter of later stars caught, One funnel of a motorcar headlight up a hill, One team of horses hauling a bob sled load of wood, One boy on skis picking himself up after a tumble — I remember one and a one and a one riding across New Hampshire lengthways: I have a little handkerchief bundle of remembers. From "Good Morning America,’’ Copyright 1928, by Carl Sandburg. By permission of Harcourt, Brace and Co., Inc. WINSTON POTE Presidential Range. Reading from the left: Mt. Madison, Mt. Adams, Mt. Jefferson, Mt. Washington, Mt. Munroe A YEAR-ROUND VISIT TO THE WHITE MOUNTAINS Forestville, Connecticut Editor, New Hampshire Troubadour. The enclosure was written by 12-year-old Ann Williams as a composition in her class. Ann, her mother and sister spent the month of August in Conway and they were all so carried away with the place that we have finally bought and will move to the place in early April. Yours truly, Charles L. Hammond Grandfather, 78 When you go to the White Mountains you should leave in the early morning in the spring. At noon you will probably be in Athol, Massachusetts. About four o’clock in the afternoon you will be 10 The February 1946 going over Lake Winnipesaukee. About seven o’clock in the evening you will arrive in Conway. There are many cabins along the road; after you choose one to stay at you will see how neat they are. There are three rooms; the living room, bedroom and kitchen. There will probably be a stream running in back of the cabins. The streams are beautiful about seven o’clock in the morning. The water is ice cold and the sun shines on them. It is almost too bright to look at. All around you will see birch trees and mountains. There is Mount Washington, Mount Chocorua, Cannon Mountain, and many others. There is Cathedral Ledge, the White Horse in the Mountain, Glen Ellis Falls and River, and the skimobiles. In the spring there is fishing. In the summer there is swimming, fishing, hiking, and many other exciting things to do. In the fall there is hunting. In the winter there is skiing, hunting, skating, and ice boating. In the spring when you get ready to leave you will wish you did not have to. I think New Hampshire is the most beautiful state of New England. It ought not to need saying, but the emphasis on skiing has been so great that it can’t do any harm to state, for the benefit of those who still look with suspicion on the glorified barrel staves, that there is yet no law compelling their use in the enjoyment of New Hampshire’s glorious winters. No, even lots of us natives never strap the contraptions on. Yet New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Ann Williams ^AO/' WINTER IS YOURS, TOO WINSTON POTE Skating Rink and Common, Gorham we pass the time shamlessly in various pursuits we enjoy, and let the rest of the world ski by. Somehow the idea has gotten abroad that up here in New Hampshire all except those winged-footed birds hibernate with the bear and other animals — if we can’t or stubbornly won’t go south. Folks seem to think it’s impossible to get about other than on skis, and that we take a Rip Van Winkle until it’s time for our summer guests to start coming. As a matter of fact — from long, hard experience, if you will — we handle ourselves about the same as in the warmer seasons, ex- 12 The February 1946 cept for the addition of a coat or two, with a sweater or so underneath — and a good fire blazing near. You folks with the urge to go somewhere ought to drop up some day and see for yourselves the pleasure and health to be had from a few days spent in the tangy freshness of country air. Hiking is as much fun as it is in summer, snowshoeing is sport, too. Or skating smoothly over real ice that is two feet thick. The wind will blow your brain clear of all the steam-heated fuzziness it’s been collecting. The sun will come to you direct and undiluted from on high, and the snow will be white instead of a dingy gray. Twenty or more years ago lots of you got a kick out of winter — and then the skier came and stole your fun away. Don’t let that guy with the long feet get away with it. You’ve as much right to winter pleasures as he has. Try it once at your favorite summer vacationland — in New Hampshire. A SPECIAL MESSAGE OF CHEER During the long months that I have been in service I have derived many hours of pleasure from the “Troubador.” Especially when I was overseas the monthly arrival of the magazine seemed a special message of cheer from my native state. One poem especially, “To A Soldier Returning” I believe was its title, gave me special delight. It seemed to parallel my own nostalgic yearning for the farm I had left and to which I shall return. Most of the scenes caught by Harold Orne’s camera were familiar to me and gave added pleasure. I can’t help feeling sentimental about your magazine because it depicts so aptly the spirit of the best state of the Union. Thank you sincerely, gentlemen, for your magazine. Gardner P. Smith New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Mt. Madison from Randolph Hill. Kodachrome by Winston Pote. Back. Cover: The Flume Covered Bridge and Mount Liberty in Winter. Photo by C. T. Bodwell. ^ytor After the first of May we plan to have the Troubadour in your hands at the beginning of the month. Harry Von Tilzer, who died on January 10th, will be remembered by the readers of the Troubadour for such songs as, “I Want a Girl Just Like the Girl That Married Dear Old Dad” and “Please Go ’Way and Let Me Sleep.” But how many know that his first published hit was “My Old New Hampshire Home,” written in 1898? Two million copies were sold. The words are: Far away on the hills of old New Hampshire, Many years ago we parted, Ruth and I; By the stream where we wandered in the gloaming, It was there I kissed my love a sad goodbye. She clung to me and trembled when I told her, And pleadingly she begged of me to stay; We parted, and I left her broken hearted, In the old New Hampshire village far away. Refrain: Now the sunshine lingers there And the roses bloom as fair In the wildwood where together we would roam; In the village churchyard near Sleeps the one I loved so dear, On the hills of my old New Hampshire home. In my dreams by the stream last night I wandered, And I thought my love was standing by my side; Once again then I told her that I loved her, Once again she promised she would be my bride; And as I stooped to kiss her I awakened, I called her, but she was not there to hear; My heart lies buried with her ’neath the willow, In the old New Hampshire home I love so dear. Copyright 1898 by Orphean Music Publishing Co., copyright renewed. By permission of Shapiro, Bernstein & Co., Inc., owner. 14 The February 1946 A host of literary immortals once gathered at Franconia for the summer. The colony consisted of Nathaniel Hawthorne, John Green-leaf Whittier, Washington Irving, William Cullen Bryant, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Indianapolis, Indiana Star October 2, 1945 Dear Editor: The picture of the Old Man of the Mountains in the Troubadour for September reminds me of a story which may seem worthy of the magazine to you. It was told to me by the late Julius Firmin of Fitzwilliam, who was our representative to the General Court, and who once brought my husband and me to meet you. If you use it, please give the credit to him, and not to me. In the days when pre-war touring was at its height, Mr. Firmin was one of a group of tourists, all silently looking up at the Profile, clear against a cloudless sky. As they stood there, a car with an Iowa license drove up, and a middle-aged man, his wife, and his daughter got out. For a few minutes they gazed at the Great Stone Face, and then the man seized the two women by their arms and said, “Come on away from here! ’Tain’t so, and I know it.” Cordially, (s) Edith W. West Some forty contestants in a recent cross country ski race at Cannon Mountain covered the seven-mile course once, but it is reported that Sel Hannah, president of the Franconia Ski Club and former crack Dartmouth skier, set the course in the morning, then “two-stepped” over the hilly terrain to test snow conditions, then placed second in the race, thus covering nearly twenty-one miles. It was said that he “wasn’t really in training.” ^_ytor The Dartmouth College Alumni Fund, which is raised annually to help finance the work of the college, again established a new record in 1945. The chairman reported: “Against an objective of $300,000, the grand total of $337,000 established a new high record by a margin of over $50,000. This means that the 1945 peak represents a growth in the dollar total of almost 270% since 1940.” New Hampshire Troubadour 15 Its sagging, shingled roof that leaks the tf&W .jrf J Its weather-beaten walls and rumbling 600 Hold tales romantic of those days of yore, f ' JTy When youth was brave and maids were passlng-lEsm With instruments precise at their command, And all the knowledge scie'ttjje may reveat. No modem engineer, vvirh stone and steel, Can build an old New England covered bridge. , —Ailelbert ,M. Jakeraan in Everyday Things in American Life NEW ENGLAND COVERED BRIDGE 1 know an old New England covered bridge That spans a silvered, splashing mountain stream, A bridge whose every sturdy bolt and beam Was made secure by men -who loved their work. A masterpiece of grace and strength they built; And into it the village pride they put, Insuring that all travel, horse and foot. Might cross in safety to the farther shore. Its tunnelled length down through the aging years The ruthless hand of progress has repel?4 * And though ofttimes the Hood its dooi Still stands the rugged bridge of yesfieri' 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 New Hampshire Troubadour February 1946 Subject The topic of the resource New Hampshire Description An account of the resource Enjoy the February 1946 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour! 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