https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/1fe496d1d383be735c9b7e0aad58be16.pdf 68a805d6f4666d3ff83013a4db1d4f0e 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 Estate u&**ry; Woe TS[etv Hampshire Troubadour July 1947 -she F lew ^I'Tampshire troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINCINC 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 M. HEATH, Editor VOLUME XVII July, 1947 NUMBER 4 NEW HAMPSHIRE GARDEN L, Wa,rerite 3JL oivi My grandmother loved poppies so That she would always have them grow In every place. They used to haunt their silken heads From all the different flower beds And wave their pinks and whites and reds To greet her face. Above the low grey granite wall They topped the heliotrope, more tall Than it, to turn And watch where little poppies strayed Among verbena beds, or played Where water from the fountain sprayed The vine-filled urn. New Hampshire Troubadour 3CAMPING PLEASURES Lj Job (Joa iei In 1937 we bought a houseless farm up in New Hampshire, sixty acres and a view, thinking that some day we would build a little cottage on it. Until that day we would camp there during our vacations of one month each year, preferably in blueberry season. It is 1947. At last we are going to build. The architect’s drawings are finished — the carpenter-contractor secured. One of two old cellar holes will be used as the foundation. By the end of August we will be living in the luxury of running water, electricity, and a roof over our heads. Yet I am not sure which emotion is dominant, joy or regret. We’ve delighted in camping. It has been so much more adventurous than living in a new house could possibly be. T here were two usable structures on the place when we bought it, a steam bath house and a tool shed. The huge barn in poor repair was a problem to us in our planning, but not for long. The 1938 hurricane leveled it with one crushing blow, leaving us a wood pile of such dimension that we are still using material from it for various needs. The bath house was given a new roof and thoroughly cleaned. The tool shed had some new windows, and it became our store-room. In it we kept our tents, our bed springs and mattresses, dishes, and other equipment. After we made camp each year it became our rainy day headquarters and our clothes closet. With two big tents and one small one we had room for our family of four and four guests, though the sleeping arrangements for the extra four could not by any stretch of the imagination be considered luxurious. What fun it has been! How can living in the new house equal it? With no lights to read by, and with mosquitoes interrupting our conversation, we have gone to lx-d early, glad to get under our nets, away from greedy stingers. The darkness falls late, usually The July 1917WINSTON' POTB W hite Birches at Shelburne. The n hite birch became \eu' Hampshire's offieiul state tree by net ion of the l^’ttis- bn nr e in Muy 1947. about nine, in the hills. Though the children slept late in the morning, my husband and I were up at sunrise, dressing warmly, though staying barefoot because of the dew. As soon as the lire was going on the outdoor grate, the blackened coffee pot was on, and while 1 mixed the batter the pancake griddle would heat. Usually it was a corn batter, and when there were stacks of gold-brown cakes done we would take our plates and our cups of coffee into our outdoor living room, and sit down to eat and watch the distant ranges of hills appear one by one out of the early morning fog that hangs low over the valley. Our outdoor grate, or as we call it, our “little hole-in-the-stone- wall stove,” has been the scene of almost all of our cooking every summer, being abandoned only when rain drove us inside to use a little oil stove we kept for emergencies. There have been years when we had to have only one or two meals inside, when the rains came at night if at all. There have been other years such as 1046 when rains were frequent and long, and we used the storeroom for several meals in succession. The stove was built by big Peter and little Peter, and planned s») well that it is just the right height for the cook. At the right of it is a work table, and at the left, attached to the back of the storeroom cabin, two others, and some shelves for dishes and equipment. There are rows of glass jars of various sizes from half pint to gallon capacity, in which flour, sugar, cereals and numerous in- J\rew Hampshire Troubadour Dgredients art* stored so that no rain, however heavy, can cause spoilage. A fallen apple tree which has still enough connection with its roots to produce leaves, offers a place for nails on which to hang the pots and pans. Under the table is an oven such as is made for the Perfection oil stoves, which is put on the grate over a piece of sheet iron when there is baking to be done, which is almost every meal. There is nothing 1 hesitate to cook on the stove. Cakes, pies, roasts, hot breads, even omelets have been cooked to perfection on it. Broiled chicken is our specialty for Sunday or company dinner. We feel that it has an extra goodness when the coals that have cooked it are the residue of apple logs. Broilers bought from a neighbor are made ready the night before we are to use them, salted and put down in our refrigerator well. We have such numerous and convenient wells that one can be especially set aside for cold storage. If they are to be eaten on Sunday, we do not have our dinner at noon. We are too hungry on returning from church in the village to wait for a big fire to die down. Instead we prepare a light lunch and settle down for our Sunday afternoon rest. About four-thirty the man of the house begins to prepare the fire, and daughter Katie and I begin our part of the dinner. There must be creamy white mashed potatoes, one or two vegetables, perhaps garden fresh string beans and a salad of leaf lettuce with French dressing. When there is a heap of rose-grey ashes, the quartered broilers are brought out, dipped in butter and put between the wire sides of the large, long handled broiler. Not until the other foods are nearly done does the chef begin the task of cooking the chicken, constantly watching it and turning it until its cinnamon brown crust bespeaks perfection. Then it is salted and given a last little finishing heat. There is no need for a dinner bell. All of the family and guests (if any) are standing around watching and waiting, though not exactly patiently. The grace is spoken with more sincerity than The July 19-17 6usual, since the reason for gratitude is so appealing to behold and smell. When the last drum-stick lies bare, and every succulent bone has been stripped of flesh, we rise, glad of a brief interval between main course and dessert. The green apple or blueberry pie, made in the morning after breakfast, has been warming over the coals and is ready to bring to the table. We bless our orchard or our blueberry patch, whichever is responsible, for their gift of fruit. Coffee is leisurely sipped after the pie, and vve are ready to store the memory of another good dinner away for later recollection. Will any of us enjoy the products of our new kitchen with its electric and wood burning combination range, as we have our out-door meals? 1 have a feeling that there will be frequent picnics on the spot so near the location of the new house, not only for old time’s sake but for the exquisite pleasure of the hour. I scene in the t illage of FreedomALEXANDER JAMES L Wa„nard WJL No artist ever approached the painting of a portrait with more hesitancy and misgivings than Alexander James. Yet probably he left us a nobler gallery of portraits than any other painter of his time. James knew that to capture the essence of a personality and to put it onto canvas along with shapes, features, colors and other mere externals, required more than a painter's bag of tricks. He hated bags of tricks. Long ago he had resolutely pushed them through the studio door and saw that it was bolted tight against them. In every painting he undertook he set himself the heroic task of creating an honest work of art. He knew it wasn’t easy and he trembled before it. When he failed (and he would lx* the first to admit that he often did), the canvas was consigned to the flames. But when he succeeded, as he so admirably did in most of his paintings which remain, he gave us much more than a “Portrait of Mr. X,” or a “Mrs. Z in White.” He gave us a record of a human being complete with soul, mind and heart as well as nose, eyes and hair. When he could paint the people he knew and loved he was happy. All of his powers came brilliantly into focus, and heart and hand worked unerringly together to produce a vital work of art. Self-portrait uf Alexander James. sNotable are the several portraits of his three sons, and the deeply- felt “Portrait of the Artist’s Wife” now a part of the Murdoch Collection in the Wichita Art Museum. His innate distaste for sham and pretension formed a natural bond between him and New Hampshire folk — his neighbors in Dublin and the Polecat District. He knew the therapeutic benefits to the inner man that can come from manual labor, and there were many times when he himself would have been hard put to say whether he was happier in using spade, saw and hammer or in wielding the artist’s brush. Sharing the simpler and hardier tasks of life with Loric Howard, Tony Betz and countless other friends and neighbors, he came to know them deeply and fully. So when they came to him in the studio and sat for him, he was able to paint them deeply and fully. It was the whole man he saw, and whose portrait was conceived con arnore. We arc grateful, then, for the many interpretations he left of his New Hampshire friends, among them such well-known paintings as “Embattled Farmer”; “Old Hunter”; “Selectman of Polecat District”; “Country Song”; “Winterbeard”; and the portraits of Tony Betz and Lorie Howard. The Currier Gallery of Art at Manchester. uhere a memorial exhibition of the work o Alexander James u ill open July 15.Two of his most sympathetic human studies are of Negroes, also friends. One is the beautiful painting called “Black Boy,” in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, the other “Heart of Darkness,” privately owned. Fortunately, too, he left us several portraits of himself and they rank high among his best works. Yet even if no self-portrait of Alexander James existed it would still be possible to know what kind of man he was, and to know him most thoroughly. Zola once said: “What I seek above all in a picture is a man and not a picture.” James, the artist, left us in all his paintings a portrait of James, the man. For only a rare human being with sympathy for and understanding of his fellow-beings in all walks of life could have created these fine and lasting works. THE ORGANIZED SUMMER CAMP IN NEW HAMPSHIRE President New Hampshire Camp Directors Association and Director of Camp Belknap, New Hampshire State Young Men’s Christian Association Camp 11IE organized summer camp, whose purpose is the development of the physical, intellectual, social and spiritual welfare of youth has grown to be a real force in our state. About one hundred and seventy-five such camps were licensed by our State Department of Health last year, with a total enrollment of 12,707 boys and girls, plus 2,153 leaders. These camps have an estimated investment in equipment of over S3,000,000 and an estimated S5,000,000 annual income. Since the first organized camp was established in America, on Lake Winnisquam, New Hampshire, over three score years ago, camping has matured and grown considerably. 10 The July 1947Miss Donna Kofs of Georgetown, Muff., enjoying Silver Lake, \eu> Hampshire, uith .Michael. The quality of leadership is on a par with many of the best educational systems. All camps are not one hundred per cent perfect, and all private camps are not strictly commercial. Neither are all camps good because they are conducted by certain institutions. Parents should study camps carefully before they choose one for their child. The organized summer camp, having a child all summer, works with the child more waking hours than do the public schools. Camp used to be more or less of an outing, a glorified picnic. In our modern day, a camp must offer activities that carry over into everyday life, produce leadership and well integrated personalities capable of taking their best place in society. Recognition of organized camping as a positive influence places it in a peculiar place in war years. Hundreds of boys would miss the leadership of men, except for camps. Thousands were able to make the transition into the services of their country without discomfort. A camp looks first to health. Good food, carefully planned and cooked, with adequate nutrition, constant supervision of health habits, and check ups, a nurse or camp doctor, adequate infirmary for isolation, nearness to a good hospital, check on the food handlersby the medical profession, arc all matters that good camps take into consideration. From the mental and social side, camp is a happy place, a place where youth is wanted, and where youth feels secure. Helpfulness and cooperation arc the keystone. The objective of the modern camp is a program devoted to learning to love the out-of-doors, the teaching of fundamentals that give a foundation to activities that later become adult hobbies; tested and mature leadership, setting the example by doing — teaching a realistic point of view with a rational attitude toward the fundamental issues of life, and adequate in numbers to give personal attention to youth. The separation of parents and campers is good for both. A follow-up by parents of the ideas and ideals taught at camp brings a rich reward. Camping soon may be carried on by the public schools, and the values then passed on to all youth. GRANDEUR IN NATURE Neither the breadth of plain, the depth of valley, the height of hill, nor the sweep of water, accurately defines the limitations of what we mean by grandeur in Nature. To have true grandeur we must find these in some combinations that appeal to the very soul of man. Nature itself exists without man, but its grandeur is in part an expression of man himself as he views what nature has wrought. Indeed man’s own effort to view Nature becomes a part of his appreciation of what he sees. The hidden lake deep in the woods, or the horizon from the mountain top, which man has worked to reach, become more grand through his own satisfaction with his accomplishment. Did you ever stop to think of the opportunities which Nature inNew Hampshire offers to those who seek her beauty? Even from our highways, in luxury transportation, one may here find her grand — but off the beaten path, by hard-won trails, here in New Hampshire man may feel that he has reached the very heart of Nature, may learn what grandeur really means, and may carry away with him lasting memories that make life itself worth living. — Louis E. Wyman Mr. and Mrs. Orrin if'entuarth, North Ixincaster. This sturdy couple, unassisted, pul in HO holds of hay in one rerent year. Mr. Vote adds the fidlouing information: These old I anl.ee farm people are real material. In their late sixties or early seventies, they out-do many young people. They do not hate help, liut tap over 000 maple trees, lend rmvs and rhickens, make hatter, do housework, etc., and in the summer there is a program of farming that irould discourage many young people! Orrin It entuvrlh is do,remits! from Governor tf'entworth, and Mrs. ICentuorth is from Clarksville, and her great grandmother uas a sister to Henjamin Franklin. WINSTON POTKFront Cover: Camp Huckins, a Young Men’s Christian Association camp at Ossipee Fake. Color photo by Winston Potc. Back Cover: A scene at Rye. Photo by Harold Ome. Frontispiece: A garden at Greenland, Photo by Harold Ornc. The peace and beauty of Jaflrey, New Hampshire, gave the late Willa Cathcr an ideal setting for her literary work. Each autumn for the past quarter-century she occupied the same room at the Shattuck Inn, her window giving a view of Mt. Monadnock. She lies in the final resting place of her own choice, in the corner of a JafTrey cemetery under trees which frame a view of the mountain. The Nashua Gummed and Coated Paper Company of Nashua, which has grown steadily over the years in plant, production, and organization, has recently completed a five-story, reinforced concrete building to increase its manufacturing and storage facilities. The company converts paper, cloth, cellophane, and other materials into products for packaging, box making, and numerous special purposes. Waxed paper and printed cellophane are used largely by the food industry, and many of the nationally known bakers and confectioners are among the firm’s customers. Coated and fancy papers — embossed and printed — are used for box covering and display purposes. A line of so-called Velours, though not textile products, give the appearance of rich velvet. Fhe Goyette Museum of Americana at Peterborough has issued an attractive booklet of pictures and information about the Museum. Entitled “Turning Back the Pages of Time”. The booklet is available on request. A memorial exhibition of the work of Alexander James, one of New Hampshire’s best known artists, will be held at The Currier Gallery of Art in Manchester from July 15 to September 15. It will later be shown at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, and the Corcoran Gallery of Art, Washington, I). C. The exhibition, which is the first comprehensive showing of the artist’s work, will cover all phases and periods in his career, from 1916 14 The July 10 nto his latest portraits done shortly before his death in 1946. Oils, pastels and drawings will be included. In addition to the works owned by Mrs. Alexander James of Dublin, there will be loans from the Addison Gallery of American Art in Andover, Mass., the Fogg Museum of Art in Cambridge, the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, the William Rockhill Nelson Gallery of Art, Kansas City, Mo., and the Wichita Museum of Art, Wichita, Kans., as well as from numerous private collectors, many of them New' Hampshire summer residents. Alexander James, son of William James, the philosopher, and nephew of Henry James, the author, was born in Cambridge, Mass., and received his early art training at the Boston Museum School and later in Paris. In 1919 he settled in Dublin where he spent the rest of his life devoting himself to painting portraits of the New Hampshire people he knew and landscapes of the surrounding countryside. NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS New Hampshire Spring, by Frances Ann Johnson, The Sugar Ball Press, Concord, New Hampshire, S3.50, is a handsome new volume of poems, illustrated with photographs by Dan Stiles. The 13th annual session of the Institute of World Affairs is to lie held at Warner, August 23-30, with a vital program of study under a distinguished facidty. The institute’s purpose is “to stimulate unbiased presentation of the facts about international relations.” The annual revival of Denman Thompson’s famous old play, “The Old Homestead,” is set for July 4, 5, and 6 at the Potash Bowl, Swan/.ey. The experts report that many vacationist bass fishermen neglect to fish during the best time of day — the period from sundown until dark. Though usually found near rocky reefs, the larger bass sometimes invade the “crawfish coves” as darkness approaches. Fly rod surface lures of thc“ bug” type have become popular with many fishermen for twilight fishing, while other anglers prefer live bait or small plugs.BEAUTY’S BREAD in the Hartford (Conn.) Times Although the body be well fed With sweet food and with tart, There still is need of beauty’s bread To feed the hungry heart. Something there is in us that longs For more than meat and drink; Something that yearns for lilting songs Of thrush and bobolink. The soul has need of field and flower, And trees against the sky, And stars and moonlight for an hour, To still its hungry cry. 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/. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 4677Troubadour194707 Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour July 1947 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1947-07 Description An account of the resource The New Hampshrie Troubadour was a monthly publication of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission. The magazine was printed between 1931 and 1951. Language A language of the resource eng Coverage The spatial or temporal topic of the resource, the spatial applicability of the resource, or the jurisdiction under which the resource is relevant New Hampshire Provenance A statement of any changes in ownership and custody of the resource since its creation that are significant for its authenticity, integrity, and interpretation. The statement may include a description of any changes successive custodians made to the resource. New Hampshire State Library Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource No Copyright - United States Subject The topic of the resource Alexander James, Currier Gallery of Art, summer camps, Willa Cather, manufacturing, fishing Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Alexander James Currier Gallery of Art fishing manufacturing summer camps Willa Cather