https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/d0e665ac9cb5c12e61b5dd8489127e7a.pdf 89446a67b1cc45c71ea2a5e0de3fe00c 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 December 1948 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. LITE 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 December, 1948 SNOWFALL by Annie Balcomb Wheeler All day thick clouds - widespreading wings Have hovered low above the cove. The feel of snow is in the air, The scent of it. A torn limb swings And frets out in the maple grove Where silence like unspoken prayer Is felt. The shrill and chiding note Of the jay is still. Among the brown Bare twigs two chickadees recite Their little piece, thin and remote. Oh look! the Hakes are sifting down The storm is coming with the night. These love the snow: old cellar-holes, And houses watching, hollow-eyed, Down silent roads that lead afar. How like they are to proud old souls Who pray for kindly death to hide Their loneliness, each wound and scar. Footpaths and Pavements New Hampshire Troubadour VOLUME XVIII BEAUTY ON WHITE HILLS by Haydn S. Pearson Now is close the heart of winter. It is the time of low twelve on the land and Earth's pulse is slow and faint. Beneath ice and snow, brooks creep slowly down to the sea and the thin murmuring of the waters is muted music in the air. A brooding spirit rests on the Northland and the beauty on white hills touches a chord in him who is sensitive to the loveliness of the season. I here are days of brilliant sunshine when the slanting rays pick myriads of jewels from the snow-covered land. The sun rises late and circles low in a pale blue sky. Sometimes shaggy flocks of clouds graze slowly along the trails overhead, reminding one of September's clouds and sky. there are many shades of colors in the snow : purples, violets, blues, red and grays. Where snow has drifted into rhythmic ripples one thinks of small wavelets on northern lakes on an autumn day wavelets moving toward narrow banks of white sandy beaches and jutting granite aims. A sun-bright day in late December paints a picture of heart-lifting beauty. There are also moody gray days that have a distinctive, quiet appeal. The Storm King may lie massing his legions. The weather has inn its regular cycle of cumulus, cirrus and stratus clouds and now heavy gray nimbus shades are lowered over the countryside. There is an intense, hushed expectancy as Earth wails for the first Casual Hakes to come meandering downward to deepen its protect- ing blanket. Hour by hour, minute by minute, the gray shades thicken until the storm gates are noiselessly opened. NOTE: Mr. Pearson is the author of Country Flavor, The Countryman’s Cookbook, Sea Flavor, and More Country Flavor. EDITOR 4 The December 1948 A highway near Warner, shortly after ti snow storms which it will be traveled by many skiers this season to reach New Hampshire ski centers, including the new chair lift at Mt. Sunapee State Park. The photo illustrates the efficiency of the State Highway Department in maintaining excellent driving conditions all winter. When the Storm ends after a fall of heavy moist Makes there are scenes of breathtaking beauty. The spruces, pines, tamaracks and hemlocks wear ermine furs and their laden branches make a picture in the sunshine. Old. lichen-etched, weather-furrowed stonewalls are patterns of gray and white. Zigzag rail fences hold parallel lines of white and brown and the R.F.D. boxes In the side of the road wear jaunty white taps. Countrymen go about the task of once again clearing paths to barn, shed and corn crib. There are stories to be read in the snow after each new laser. Down along the meadow creek are footprints of muskrats and mink. Beneath the weeds in the garden are the trails of the Meld n lice. Beneath the wild apple trees one can see where the deer came in search of brown, pulps apples. In the heart of winter, assay from arteries of cement and macadam, New Hampshire Troubadour is a good time to see heritages of the past. Through woodlands of maple, oak, birch and beech stretch the stonewalls built by pioneers of long ago. Beside quiet country roads arc granite-walled cellar holes, now filled with tangled vines and shrubs, poignant memorials to days of yesteryear when men and women and children lived in these hills. In the Northland the predominating motif is beauty on white hills. Stand on the height of an upland pasture or on a mountain shoulder on a clear day. Peace and glory rest on the land. Gone are the fevered Frettings and harrying tensions of man-made society. The river valley below is a broad white counterpane. The line of willows and elms by the river makes a twisting, feather- stitched seam. Par in the distance the green-blue, white-laced trees on the mountain range rise to meet the skyline. Gray-black smoke banners spiral upward front farmhouse chimneys. At the head of the valley houses crouch along the main street beneath bare trees and a white church spire makes a gleaming miniature exclamation point against the blue of the sky. The church bell lolls another hour of infinity and the faint, sweet notes float by in quiet air. There is loveliness everywhere on white hills in winter. And when the sun has taken its course and drops behind tree-lined hills, there is a brief flaming moment of exquisite beamy. Night's curtain is pulled on noiseless pulleys. Shafts of light slant from farm windows. The moon sends its soft light over a white world. Phis is the time of beauty on white hills. The cider jug in our back hall Has such a lively cork We never know where it will fall When the cider starts to work. — From "The Cider Jug" by Sarah Rexford Noyes The December 1948 COUNTRY FUN from 1he Nashua Cavalier “There are so many jolly things to do in the country," writes Arthur W. Rotch, whose whole life has been spent at Milford, N. H., where he publishes The Cabinet. He continues: "We're always sorry for die city youngsters who grow up ignorant of them and without happy memories of hooking rides on pungs in winter, lapping die maple trees in March, hunting mayflowers for teacher's desk, making paddle-wheels to be turned by a swift brook, fishing hornpout, gathering chestnuts . . . and burning brush. William M. Rittase A student at Colby Junior College, New London, enjoys an outing on snowshoes. "No, we don’t mean a puny little bonfire in the back yard to burn the trimmings from the shade trees and dead stalks from the garden. A back yard bonfire I is fun, but we're talking about the huge piles of brush left in the woods from logging and cordwood operations. Thai's more fun, and real work. And the weather conditions have to be about right, fire Chief Casey said they were just right last week end. "Our brush piles are big. They have the still scraggly tops of oak trees, and a lol of soggy pine that went down in the hurricane. Put several inches of snow on that kind of brush pile and you can’t New Hampshire Troubadour Ashuelot Village in winter. start it with a match and one old newspaper. Not unless you're a better fireman than we are. "With a jug of kerosene and no little effort we got a good hot fire started under two piles. Then it's a race to keep the brush piled on the hot spot. If you think you can sit on a sunup and just watch the roaring dames, guess again. "A nice stiff breeze helps. But the breeze has the darnedest habit of shifting suddenly from north to south just as you get close to the fire on the north side with your arms full of fuel. Whether you drop it and run, or wade in, depends on how stubborn you are at the moment. "Well, we managed to burn up three big piles, fairly clean. Others we didn't burn. There wasn't enough kerosene. Some are too close to nice pines. And anyway, it would be mean to burn all the brush piles the little rabbits need 'em. That's where they run to escape the big birds and dogs and foxes. We watched a bunny 8 The December 1948 run from one brush pile to another and he went within ten feet of our dog who was so busy digging in the rabbit's burrow that he never saw the rabbit. "After a long afternoon burning brush you go home tired. Your arms and legs and back know you haven't been spending the time on a sofa. Your eyes know it too. You'll have bramble scratches on your hands and a welt or two where a stiff Whipping branch has swiped vou. There will he holes burned in your shirt bv living sparks, and you smell like a hook-and-ladderman just back from a three-alarmer. "What, you wonder, is the sense of working so hard just to make a piece of wild woodland look more like Central Park, and maybe reduce slightly the hazard of lire next summer? "What's the sense in picking (lowers, or making a wheel for the brook to turn, or going fishing, or balling a ball around? "The simple answer is that it's fun. We're sorry for the city tellers who always wear white collars and never stand on a country hillside by a blazing brush pile and through smoke reddened eyes watch the early dusk of a winter afternoon settle in a valley canopied by golden sunset clouds. “They just don't know the fun of burning brush." AMONG THE GREAT OF THE GRANITE STATE by J. Duane Squires, Ph.D. II. MOSES GERRISH FARMER (FEBRUARY 9, 1820-MAY 25, 1893) ONE of the fascinating phases of history is the story of invention. No aspect of that story is more interesting than the study of individuals who invented devices which were "ahead of the limes." In such instances both the inventors and the very face of their New Hampshire Troubadour 9 ingenuity have been largely forgotten by later generations. Such was the case with Moses Gerrish Farmer, a native or Boscawen, New Hampshire. This talented voting man entered Dartmouth at the age of nineteen, but was soon forced by illness to withdraw from college. After a few tears spent in teaching and in business, he threw himself with ability and energy into a study of that newly-discovered natural force called electricity. In July, 1847, in Dover, New Hampshire. Farmer displayed a miniature electric railway capable of carrying people for short rides. Four years later he saw installed in Boston his electric fire alarm system, the first such mechanism in the United States. In 1868 he lighted a home in Cambridge, Massachusetts, with electric lights of his own devising. Forty incandescent lamps with platinum wire filaments furnished the illumination, (This was eleven years before Thomas Edison, working independently and on slightly different principles, invented the electric light as we know it today.) But in much of his work Farmer was ahead of the time. Commercial development of his invention, plus a (heap and reliable method of generating electric potter were still in the future. In his later years, therefore. Moses Gerrish Farmer turned his attention to the budding science of torpedoes in undersea warfare, and served for nine years with the U. S. Navy as an expert consultant in such matters. In 1893 he went to Chicago to display at the Columbian Exposition a complete exhibit of his inventions. But fate intervened to dent him the recognition that Was rightly his: he died before the exhibit could be put together. Skating new the Inn at Hanover. Bouchard The December 1948 HANK'S WINTER LETTER by Parker McL. Merrow from Eastern Slope Regionnaire PRETTY soon them dear little snow Hakes will come oozing down, covering the landscape with a magic w bite carpit. When that happens, the ski slope pet pietors will strut overhauling the old reliable tow and likewise the Cash register. Carroll Reed he will get hisself a set uv arch supporters so's he can Stand in Wttn spot lor ten hours at a sireteh Hash- ing the old personality smile and peddling de- luxe laminated skis at S45 per copy and the hospital will stock in 12 gross of X-ray film and half a ton of plaster of Paris, getting ready for the fractures. The happy owners uv ski lodges will start buying second hand hammers to beat on the steam pipes to make the week-end guest think that steam is reall) coming up to the room. When awl them preparashuns has ben made, folks up this wa will be awl set lot the ski season. Uv course the) issumtimesa bit ul trubble getting good perfes- siottal cooks for the winter, on acct sum cooks prefer Miami for the season to the Eastern Slopes. 1 hear tell that the Eastern Slopes Assoshiashun has went to Berlin and retained the services of a good honest French-Canadian lumber camp boss to go to Boston and New York and pick up chefs and pastry cooks ill $50 per copy. Uv course stiniiiines they is delivered a bit worse for wear but they .tint nothing wrong with them that a week in the hospital wont fix. About a week before the season really gels rolling the Chamber uv (I ineice will dusl oil all the old eharat lets and give them $5 New Hampshire Troubadour 11 per da in hang around the stores and streets to furnish local color. A real old granger with a Santa Claus beard and a sleigh thai has the old eagil decorashuns on the hack done in gold leaf, can gel as high as ten bux per day, just riding around to give the snow bunnies suthing to stare at and take pitchers of. I he garage perpietors is busy stocking in No 40 oil so thai on cold mornings the skiers car will turn over just wunce and then quit. Then they get a job towing same tit 85 per head, which is a lovel) business pervided you can gel enull of it. When you go into wun of the grab-em-and-gruntjoints this winter and order a "sliced chicken sandwich all while meat" the meat urn will gel will be sliced, hut how ninth chicken they will be is suthing else again. I aint never ben able to ligger out w bat makes a skier ski. I had a ride in an ice boat wunce across Wolfeboro Bav with Doe Mel Hale what is a hoss doctor. We want doing much over Sit miles an bom and when Doe finally slipped out nv the wind and skidded up to the Town Wharf I got out with beads uv sweat froze tight to my forehead. I asl him clicf he ski. besides ice boating. Doe lie looked shocked and sas "NO INDEED thai skiing business is DANGEROUS." lake the lion I isb and Game Director uv the State uv New Hampshire, Ralph Carpenter 2nd. Yon couldn't get him onto skis ,11 Sad per hour. But he will take his personal plane and put it onto skis and go oul checking fellers fishing through the ice on an after- noon when the chickadees is wawking on acci it is too wind) and cold to IIv. Me. I .tin loo old to ski, lor when you gel in age. you like to set b the lire and watch the folks go by. Bui if I was five years yunger I think I should lei Carroll Reed defraud me and I would try the I Mtards. 12 An) ways, its going to be a grand winter, as usual. So come on up. Yon know me Hank The December 1948 A skier on Tuckerman Ravine Headwall (late winter). Bouchard Streak down the narrow bill, cut with quick heels Sudden hot corners thai each turn reveals (heck speed w idi Christies tail-wagging is fun One more ravine, and the ski-chase is done. Three men behind, and two catching up fast, The leader slid winging ahead to die last Brown muscles throbbing and eves burning bright, Reluctantly ending die heavenly flight, I his is die answer to man's high desire Skimming die mountains on nails of white fire And you down below, who would know more of God Ask men who have brushed against clouds, ski-shod. -From Health Magazine New Hampshire Troubadour FRONT COVER: Methodist Church at Stark. Color photo by Winston Pole. BACK COVER: Carter Dome from the Glen near Pinkham Notch. Fire lookout tower is coated with frost. Photo by Winston Pole. FRONTISPIECE: Scene at Hopkinton after an early season snowfall. Photo by Walter S. Colvin. Echoes from the Sandwich Fair: SANDWICH, Oct. 13 Honors for traveling the longest distance to attend Sandwich Fair this year went to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Powers, who drove from Sheridan, Wyoming, more than 2,400 miles. John McOuade of Cincinnati usually claims the long-distance laurels, but this year he had to concede the honors to the Powers family. SANDWICH, Oct. 21 Sandwich today had another claimant for honors of coming the longest distance to attend the Fair. A caul received by Harry Blanchard, president of the fair association, informed him that Mrs. Mattie MacKeen, formerly of Moultonboro, had come from Los Angeles, California the past two years especially to attend the festivities. The Northern Railroad constructed a line from Concord, N. H. to White River Junction, Vt., on which complete trips began in 1848. The centenary was observed recently. Dr. J. Duane Squires of Colby Junior College delivered a notable address about the railroad at a New Hampshire Luncheon of the Newcomen Society. The Concord Monitor commented editorially: “There is a tremendous amount of romance in the hundred years of the northern Railroad, which was roughly the third hundred years of the settlement of New Hampshire. There is no good current history of the state, and the anniversary suggests that one might well he written which would condense and preserve in retrospect the state's century of coming of age." "New Hampshire is wonderful, and the summer goes too fast," writes Winslow Eaves, who will return to his classes in sculpture and ceramics after a summer of work in the New Hampshire hills. In the small town of West Andover he was in close contact with Edwin and Mary Scheier and Karl Drerup, nationally known artists whom Eaves found "not in the least eccentric but hard-working, sincere human beings.” -From Bulletin of Minson-Williams-Proctor Institute, Utica, N.Y. The December 1948 The new Hampshire races of the New England Sled Dog Club scheduled to date for the coming season are as follous: Jan. 1, Tamworth Jan. 8-9, Fizwilliam: Jan. 15-16, Pittsfield Jan. 22-23. Jackson (pending) Jan. 29-30, Newport Feb. 12 13. Colebrook (pending). NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Manchester on the Merrimack, by Grace Holbrook Blond of Manchester, New Hampshire, was published last month at S3. Illustrations byJohn O’Hara Cosgrave II decorate this new and delightfully told history of Manchester. We Human Chemicals, or The Knack of Getting Along with Everybody, The Updegraff Press, Ltd., Scarsdale, Y. Y., $2, is by Thomas Dreier, the first editor of the Troubadour. The author, the publisher Robert R. Updegraff, and Dr. Gustavus J. Esselen. who contributed technical knowledge and suggestions, are all summer residents of New Hampshire. RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N.H. Westmorland Town Hall Curtain A beautiful view of Westmoreland, painted on a stage curtain by Everett Longley Warner, was a Christmas gift to the town last year, Mr. Warner, a noted artist, whose ancestors were among the founders of the village, resides in the Park Hill section of town. The 1948-49 edition of the New Hampshire Winter Map includes information on three important new ski areas: Mt. Sunapee State Park with a chair lift, Thorn Mountain, Jackson, with a chair lift, and Black Mountain, also in Jackson, with a Constant Alpine-type lift. The winter edition of the New Hampshire Recreational Calendar will include data on competitive skiing events and information for the winter vacationist who does not ski or prefers skiing in small doses. 15 Cutting The Christmas Tree BY ADELBERT M. JAKEMAN It is the country thing to do. But ever good and ever new. With sharpened axe and careful eye We pass the pine and hemlock by, And step around each lesser tree That fails in height or symmetry. At last we see the perfect one And know our Christmas search is done. It falls in beauty at our feet Our hearts in wonder lose a beat. Then proud to be thus burdened down We ride in fragrance back to town. 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/. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available State of New Hampshire Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context troubadour121948 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource State of New Hampshire Title A name given to the resource The New Hampshire Troubadour December 1948 Description An account of the resource <em>Enjoy the December 1948 issue of The New Hampshire Troubadour. </em><!--more--> [gview file="http://nhlibraries.org/history/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Troubadour1948DecemberFinal.pdf"] Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1948 Type The nature or genre of the resource Magazine Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet 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 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT UNDETERMINED: This Rights Statement should be used for Items for which the copyright status is unknown and for which the organization that has made the Item available has undertaken an (unsuccessful) effort to determine the copyright status of the underlying Work. 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 Ashuelot Village Colby Junior College Covered Bridges Moses Gerrish Farmer New London Warner Westmoreland