6 10 89 https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/d3eeffa7d0799d126a58fb388dbe03c5.pdf 76e804d5d1e290817f98ec47ff562ac7 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 yon every month, singing the praises of Seu- Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delighful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord. Sew Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May II. 1949, at the Post office at Concord. Sew Hampshire, under the Act of March 5, IH79. Andrew M. Heath, Editor Volume XX DECEMBER, 1950 Number 9 A WISH by Christine Whiting Parmenter in The Boston Post If I could have one Christmas wish come true I’d ask for Christmas such as once we knew: Snow drifts and pointed firs — A star-lit sky — A row ol stockings by the mantel high — A shining tree — a golden candle flame To guide the little Christchild when he came — And simple joys beside the hearthfire’s glow — The sound of Christmas bells across the snow — The scent of evergreens .... while high and clear On the still air the angels’ song we'd hear Transcending all in beauty now as then: O’er the whole world, “Peace and good will to men!” Frontispiece: Christmas on the farm: A home on Garland Road, Lancaster. Photo by Winston Pote.MT. WASHINGTON, HUB OF THE WHITE MOUNTAINS by Rudolph A. Honkala, Observer U. S. Mt. Washington Weather Bureau Mt. Washington's 6,283 ^eet elevation, considered alone, amount to little more than a sizable hill alongside the western mountains of America. Time and the elements, however, have combined to give Mt. Washington a stature and veneer unique among its fellows. Local glaciation and erosion by wind, water, and frost have given it scenic topography. Weather has given it a premature baldness fringed by gnarled, twisted evergreens, this fringe making up as low a timber line as can be found in the temperate climes. In the tundra-like regions above treeline. flora common to the arctic regions of Labrador blooms in abundant patches of color through June and early |uly. Wonders galore, throughout the year. From late May to mid-October, transportation up the mountain operates on both east and west slopes. The automobile road winds its way up from Finkham Notch, while the Mt. Washington Cog Railway steams up from its base station on the Bretton Woods side. For the more hardy souls, hiking trails converge on the summit from all directions. Seasonal changes lend their touch. Autumn affords an unusual slant to the colorful foliage of the White Mountains. Landslide scars on the mountainsides have provided loose soil for deciduous growth, resulting in wedges of brilliant reds and yellows on the evergreen slopes. The valleys could well be likened to spokes of color in a gigantic wheel. To one standing on the hub there is a bird’s eye view of nature's artistry.Mt. Washington from Mt. Wildcat. Tuckerman Ravine is behind the birch tree at left. The early snows of October leave the mountain largely to its isolated summit inhabitants, pursuing their scientific endeavors through the winter months. Fatalities which have occurred on the slopes of Mt. Washington attest to a severity of weather second to none. The highest wind velocity ever recorded, 2 3 ■ miles per hour, was clocked at the Mt. Washington Observatory, April 12. 1934. January 1950 saw the wind reaching velocities over 70 mph. on twenty-four different days, over 100 mph. in four of these cases. The six-month period, November 1949 through April 1950 could lay claim to but twenty-two days free of obscuring clouds. This “worst inhabited weatherin the world" has brought Mt. Washington to the lore as a geographic pioneer and leader in the field of icing and cloud physics, important to the airlines, government weather studies, and to other industry. Late April finds the wintry blasts subdued lor the most part by the warming of spring sunshine. The influx of spring skiers is on. Tuckerman Ravine, located south of the summit, has its yearly accumulation of snow deposited to depths over a hundred feet by prevailing westerlies through the winter months. Tuck- erman's “corn snow" draws skiers by droves. Any sunny May day will see enthusiasts numbering in the hundreds, skiing and basking in the bright sunshine of the nation's “snow bowl." The diehards of the sport can be found picking their way over rock-studded patches of snow through most of the month ol June. Skiing at Black Mountain. Jackson. The structure is the upper terminal oj the Black Mountain ski lift. HOLLANDThrough the months Mt. Washington takes on its seasonal attractions, and year after year picks up a host of admirers. The attachments it forms are strong. Whether the tourist stays at one of the fashionable valley resorts, at tourist homes, ski lodges, cabins, or pitches his tent by a mountain trail, at the end of his stay his parting shot is, "See you next year.” PIONEER POTTERS OF NEW HAMPSHIRE by Lura Woodside Watkins From her recent book. Early New England Potters and Their Wares The earliest potters in New Hampshire lived in the towns along the seacoast. Just when the first of them built a kiln cannot be determined, but it is known that Henry Moulton and Samuel Marshall of Portsmouth were plying their trade- in the 1720’s. Neither one was the son of a potter — a fact that suggests the presence of still earlier craftsmen in their vicinity. During this same period, Nathaniel Libby, who attained his majority in 1751. was also making redware in Portsmouth and possibly working with Marshall. Libby went to Exeter in 1742 43, where he was a potter and storekeeper. Libby died in 1752. Two years later the younger Daniel Edes of Charlestown was in Exeter. It seems likely that he made an attempt to take Libby’s place as the town potter, but his stay was brief. Whether any other person tried to run a pottery in Exeter between this date and the time when (abez (Jabesh) Dodge set up a new shop is uncertain, (abez was the son of Benjamin Copyright. I ‘>50. hy the President and Fellows of Harvard College, lie- printed by permission of Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Massachusetts. (Book announcement is on page 14.)WALTER DUNLAP Examples of Rumney, Orange. Boscawen, Keene, and Millville pottery from the collection of the New Hampshire Historical Society, Concord. Dodge, a chairmaker of North Beverly, Massachusetts, and he probably acquired his craft in Essex County. He was born in 1746/47. As he married Lydia Philbrick of Exeter in 1771, it is safe to assume that the Dodge pottery began at about that time. Dodge's four sons were all trained to be potters. The third son of Jabez Dodge — Samuel, born in Exeter in 1783 — remained with his father and is said, on the authority of Frank Lamson, to have built the Exeter Pottery Works in 1819. Many potters went to Exeter to serve their apprenticeship or to make a brief stay on their way to setting up their own establishments on the frontier. It is noteworthy that a number of the Maine potteries were started by men from Exeter. According to the Haskel and Smith Gazetecr (1843) there were three potteries in 1840. During the Dodge ownership the Exeter pottery turned out the usual articles made in early shops. The earthenware was a light red in color, with glazes often pleasingly varied or mottled. The Lamsons produced large quantities of strictly utilitarian ware, such as jugs, milk pans, lard pots, bean pots, pudding pots and pans, and other cooking dishes, toilet articles, cuspidors, and chimney safes. These objects were given a glaze of uniform coloring. In the seventies and eighties, vases and fancy jars and jugs were made. Flowerpots of various kinds were the principal output in the closing years, the first style being the kind with an integral saucer; these were superseded about 1890 by the familiar straight tapered pot without glaze. The skill of John Donovan proved that these could be made on the wheel with sufficient uniformity to he nested, thereby facilitating kiln setting and packing. They were, however, soon outmoded by mechanically formed flower-pots. The Lamson redware was sold from carts to hardware and general stores in the surrounding cities and towns. A great deal of it went east to Newbury- port, Hampton, Portsmouth, and Rochester, or to Derry and other points west. From Danvers records we learn that Jedcdiah Felton, an apprentice of Joseph Whittemore of Andover Street, Peabody, went to Mason, adjacent to New Ipswich, in 179$. Accordingly, while still remaining “in the vicinity, Jedediah could have been the “Felton from Danvers ' who was one of the first men to establish the potter's business in Chesham or Pottersville.It must lie explained that Chesham is the new name and Pottersville the old, tor a settlement, once part of Harrisville, that lies between Marlborough and Dublin. Pottersville was the most important community of clay workers in southwestern New Hampshire, and earthenware was sent out from its kilns far and wide through New Hampshire, Vermont, and western Massachusetts, ('lay of excellent quality was dug from an inexhaustible lied a short distance south of the schoolhouse. The industry was at its height just after the War of 1812. when eight or ten shops were operating in the district. The business then suffered a gradual decline, partly because English white crockery had come into use, and partly on account of the low price of tin ware. Eventually the potters were obliged to manufacture large ware and flowerpots only. In the early days, red- ware in this section of the state was a kind of currency that could always be exchanged for grain or other products. Eben Russell, with his son Osgood N., [carried] on what he called the “Dublin Earthen Ware Manufactory.” Several bills of sale put out by the Russells and now in the possession of F. H. Norton show that they were still running in 1858, although they gave up the management of the pottery before i860. These bills are of the greatest importance in showing what the redware potters were making just before the Civil War. A bill dated November 18, 1850, is headed “Eben Russell & Son Manufacturers of Brown Earthen Ware" and is receipted by O. N. Russell. The articles listed are pots with ears, pots and covers, pots for lard or butter. “() bean pots," bread and bake pans, jugs, preserve pots, stove tubes, shaving mugs, scalloped and plain glazed flower-pots, pitchers, stew pitchers and covers, pudding boilers, milk pans, wash bowls.ERIC M. SANFORD Ski slope and Recreation building at Belknap Recreation Area, Gilford. quart and pint bowls, chamber pots, and pie plates. The “()" bean pot is presumably the old-fashioned open variety, in contrast to the newer covered bean pot lor use in stoves. From the Pottersville district many craftsmen whose names are familiar elsewhere went out to improve their fortunes. The 1 lampshire Pottery of Keene is well known in New England, and its vases are still to be found in many homes.As a commercial enterprise, it was New Hampshire’s most successful works. The Hampshire Pottery began its existence as a redware factory. It was started in 1871 by James Scholly Tatt and his uncle James Burnap. On July 6, 1871, Taft and Burnap bought the Mile Stone Mill, which had been making clothespins and other wooden ware, and converted it into a pottery. Surrounded by land rich in clay, the building stood on the bank of the Ashuelot River. Another Keene pottery was also erected in 1871 by the firm of Starkey and Howard. Starkey and Howard soon washed their hands of the pottery business. In June 1872 they sold the works to W. P. Chamberlain and E. C. Baker. Under this style, the firm continued for nearly two years, until, in March 1874, it was acquired by Taft. Taft's stoneware, decorated with motives in cobalt blue, was fashioned into the usual sturdy vessels and containers. A bill headed “Main Street Works Keene Stone & Earthenware Manufactory" shows that in 1876 this branch of the output was no different from that of other makers of this ordinary ware. It itemizes jugs and molasses jugs, butter and cake pots, covered preserve jars, pitchers, churns, water kegs anti spittoons. The New Hampshire Gazetteer of 1872 gives the value of redware and stoneware made in the Keene potteries as thirty- five thousand dollars annually. Although not a pioneer pottery in the sense ot belonging to an early settler, the stoneware manufactory of Martin Crafts at Nashua was the first of its kind in New Hampshire. Indeed, with the exception of the one just mentioned at Keene, it was the only stoneware concern in the state. Both local history and the data compiled by James M. Crafts give the year of its establishment as 1858. The Nashua Directory of 1850 contains this notice: “Stoneware Factory/ Commenced 1838/ Martin Crafts, Proprietor/ Amount of Business annually Si6,000/ Employed 9 hands,” F. H. Norton, who quotes this item in his article “The Crafts Pottery in Nashua, New Hampshire,” which appeared in Antiques (April 1931), estimates that, with an average price of thirty cents per piece, the pottery must have turned out fifty- three thousand pieces in a year. It was therefore no small enterprise. A price list of the 1840 s in my file enumerates the following articles in various sizes: jugs, water jugs, butter pots (straight), with covers, airtight butter pots, butter boxes, preserve or pickle pots, with covers, cream pots, with and without covers, churns, pitchers, flowerpots, bean pots, pudding pans, mugs, beer bottles, spittoons, kegs, and ice jars with covers. Skating scene at Warner during the outing last winter enjoyed by employees of John Hancock Mutual Life Insurance Company. COURTESY JOHN HANCOCK MUTUAL LIFE INSURANCE COMPANYFront Cover: Winter scene at Lancaster. Color photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: Mt. Lafayette as seen from a New Hampshire road in winter. Photo by Douglas B. Grundy. 4 NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Early New England Potters and Their Wares, by Lura Woodside Watkins, Harvard University Press, Cambridge, Massachusetts, $10.00, 291 pages and 63 pages of illustrations, includes much new and previously unpublished material. The book is the first complete history of New England pottery, provides sidelights on social and economic history, is expected to be the standard authority for a long time to come, and will prove invaluable for amateurs, connoisseurs, collectors, craftsmen, and designers of pottery. Guardian Heart, a novel by Elizabeth Yates of Peterborough, Coward-McCann, Inc., New York, $3.00. Sea Haven, New England poems by Adelbert M. Jakeman, Falmouth Publishing House, Portland, Maine, $2.00. A number of the poems in Mr. Jake- man's first full volume since 1940 have appeared in the troubadour in the past decade. 4 An editorial in the Concord Monitor, after quoting facts on traffic safety, industrial records, per cent of old people, low crime rate, and war service, continues: “These are facts which mean something, and what they mean is that New Hampshire people as a whole are among the best citizens in this great nation. It means that New Hampshire people live more moderately and more wisely, yet with a sense of stolid patriotism. It means that New Hampshirepeople come closer to living as all Americans aspire to live than do the people of almost any other state. “New Hampshire is not a states of excesses. It is not big territorially. It is not over-populated. It is not all one thing, but many things, geographically, economically, socially, and even politically.” 4 The woodland owner's seasonal guide, issued by the New Hampshire Forestry and Recreation Commission, contains twenty four pages of helpful and interesting information for woodland owners. The illustrated pamphlet devotes two pages to each month of the year, with suggestions on care of trees, harvesting of sawlogs, pulp logs and fuelwood, maple syrup and sugar making, thinning ami weeding of woodlots, how to identify and control the various diseases of trees, and other practical data. A bibliog raphy of reference books and pamphlets on the various subjects enables the woodland owner to study further. The booklet was prepared for small woodland owners such as farmers, summer home owners and rural residents, and was first issued in December, 1946. It may be purchased for twenty- five cents from the Concord office of the Forestry and Recreation Commission. 4 1822: A young lady buys material for a bonnet — i/z yds. Green silk... .$1.50 Zi “ millinet 50 /> sheet pasteboard 06 1 Zi yds. green ribbon.. .31 1 skein silk 06 2 yds. wire 04 paying Miss Crosby for making bonnet —... .50 — Sent to the editor bv Mrs. Edith W. West, FitzwilliamWINTER MOONLIGHT by Pauline Chadwell The forest’s smooth expanse of snow Is etched with lines of ebony. As shadows mark the lengthened shape Of every hare-branched, rigid tree. The silver moonlight’s icy flow Has crystallized white beauty’s land. Whose objects stand in silhouette — Like carvings of a sculptor’s hand. 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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Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource 16-page booklet 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, Lancaster, 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 Mt. Washington, skiing, crafts, skating Type The nature or genre of the resource Text crafts Lancaster Mt. Washington New Hampshire skating skiing https://www.omekaclassic4.nhlibraries.org/files/original/bc24df2708fe02b8032db812e9a0482f.pdf eea9b0d0d683dc460194363bd05e238f 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 THENEWHAMPSHIRETROUBADOUR February 1945 WINSTON POTE Looking up the Ammonoosuc River to the Southern peaks of the Presidential Range of the White Mountains from Fabyan. Mt. Pleasant in center 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 xivFebruary, 7 9-45number i i PIGSYFRIENDS By Hayden S. Pearson Reprinted by permission of the Christian Science Monitor Grandfather used to say, "People are as wrong about pigs as they are about skunks." One wonders how so many people can think mistakenly about pigs! Pigs are very clean by nature. The fact that so many farmers confine them in small pens and in an unattractive environment is no fault of this good friend of man. A generation ago, on a typical New Hampshire farm, a number of pigs were raised each season. The mother pig was kept in a roomy pen on the barn floor. Her home was always deeply bedded with crisp oat straw. She received the best of food. In the spring when six or eight or ten pink, tiny babies came along, her family was the center of much attention. It is thirty years gone, but certain individual pigs are still fresh New Hampshire Troubadour3 WINSTON POTE .4 White Mountain farm at Shelburne on the U. S. No. 2 Presidential Highway in memory. There was. for example, Pegasus. He was my middle sister's "horse" for one happy summer. One cannot recall the exact circumstances as to why this particular pig was adopted as a steed. The fact is that he liked to be ridden, or at least had no special antipathy. Knowing Sister, it is fair to surmise that she taught him to be her steed. Perched on his comfortably rounded back, she simply leaned forward and pressed her hand against the side of his head if she wished to go to the right or left. What the gear shift was for "reverse" has slipped from memory. The February 1945 The pigs were kept in a big pen in the orchard behind the barn. One day Father went to feed them. "Come piggy, pig, pig!" he called. Sister was on Pegasus' back in the middle of the front lawn. He started with a flash of speed. His rider was deposited on the lawn with a thump! It always reminds me of that line from "The Wonderful One Hoss Shay": "And the parson was seated upon a rock At half past nine by the meeting house clock!" A second porky friend was Arachne. (Lest there be comments on names, it should be said that Father was a minister as well as farmer, and the family was brought up in the classical tradition which included solid mythology.) The original maiden who was willing to weave in competition with Athene had no more confidence than the New Hampshire piggy. At a very early age, she began to climb under, over, or through the pen. She simply refused to be deterred by any obstacle — an admirable quality when guided in the right direction. There was one season when the cry, "A pig's out!" meant just one thing. It meant that Arachne had decided to take a trip around the farm. John, the hired man who was really a member of the family, used to say: "She climbs up one of the apple trees, crawls out on a limb, and then drops to the ground outside the fence. She's the smartest pig we've ever had." One always thought that this particular pig enjoyed the chases which ensued! As long as there was a chance to dodge and run, she enjoyed it. When she was fairly cornered, she accepted it in good part, and went docilely through the gate into the pen. We must not neglect to mention the pig called Pet. She was small, dainty, and insisted on attention. Her chief joy was to wriggle out of her pen, and come right into the summer kitchen. New Hampshire Troubadour5 WINSTON POTE The Presidential Range of the White Mountains from the Daniel Webster Highway between Franconia Notch and Twin Mountain She learned to push against the door and open it. Then she would come pattering across the floor and stand looking at Mother, almost asking for food. Mother had the patience of ten, but she implied if her children must make pets of the pigs, there were 120 acres of perfectly good land outside her kitchen. The history of this distinctive farm animal goes back many long centuries into the dim beginnings of agriculture. It is probable that very soon after the nomadic tribes learned that they could raise grain and thus have permanent homes, the pig became man's friend. Some historians say that the horse, cow, dog, and pig became domesticated almost as soon as men learned to farm. 6The February 1945 We know that in the pioneer days of this country, towns laid out commons where cows and pigs were allowed to roam. In the South today, the farmer's pigs are frequently allowed to roam in the woods. Pigs are especially fond of the beechnuts and acorns, and in the early days of the Middle West, as well as in the East and the South, mast was commonly counted upon for food. On a New Hampshire farm thirty years ago, the food for the pigs was cooked in a huge iron kettle in a brick arch in the fall. One corner of the tool shed was the pigs' kitchen. There's still the memory of the cheerful fire on a snappy, late-autumn evening. In the kettle was a savory conglomeration of boiling bran, corn meal, and small potatoes. Then we mixed it with a generous supply of skimmed milk, and carried the pails of food to the huge trough in the pen. How they squealed for their supper! Not very mannerly perhaps, but their grunts revealed satisfaction — and we youngsters, I am sure, thought they might even express gratitude. DANVILLETOWNFOREST This town has one of the most unique town forest records of any in the State. For one hundred and fifty-eight consecutive years or since 1790 this town has appointed a parsonage committee which have had as part of their duty the management of 75 acres of forest land, — one a 55-acre piece and the other a 20-acre piece. This committee cut and used the lumber for the building and maintenance of the first meeting house and parsonage. During these years the receipts from the sale of wood have been deposited in banks until the fund has now reached almost $10,000. Every year at the March town meeting there is a warrant usually as follows: "To see how much of the Parsonage Fund the town will vote to spend for preaching for the year ensuing." Thus the town of Danville New Hampshire Troubadour Nashua Originally granted in 1673 as Dunstable. In 1746 the New Hampshire… part of Dunstable was … incorporated. Name changed to Nashua in 1836. Top Row: 1. Nashua Manufacturing Company. 2. Greeley Park. 3. Public Library and First Congregational Church. (Photos by B. P. Atkinson) Middle Row: 1. High School. 2. Main street looking south. (photos by F. R. Wentworth) 3. Old Junior High School 4. Country Club (Photos by A. C. Marchand) *W2^ x- -, '• WINSTONPOTE A summer cottage in winter garb at Randolph. Portion of Mt. Madison in background hires its own preacher and decides how much money they will pay him. Much interest centers about the first settled minister of this parish. At a meeting held August 29, 1763 it was voted to extend a call to Rev. John Page of New Salem to become the minister of the parish, giving him six acres of land and sixteen hundred pounds old tenor towards building his house, also eight hundred pounds old tenor in bills of credit for his settlement. As salary he was to receive forty-five pounds sterling annually together with the use of the parish land and various other privileges. To this was added annually twenty-five cords of wood cut and corded at his house. His letter of acceptance appears under the date of September 24, 10 The February 1945 1763, and it was decided that his ordination be held December 25, 1763. From that time to the present, different preachers have carried on this work of the Gospel and have been paid in part from the sale of wood cut from the town forest. The two tracts were probably set aside at the time the town received its charter and as was the custom in many towns, were called the Ministers lot. A careful study of the old parsonage committee records shows receipts from the sale of wood and timber up to about 1830. Many hundred dollars' worth of timber is recorded as sold and used for repair of the meeting house, the Parsonage and the fences about the two cemeteries. From 1830 until 1880 the receipts came from rentals of pasture, the sale of rye and hay, making over $1,000 from this use. In 1865 another growth of timber had matured and $1,500 worth was sold at that time. In 1895 the records show that $4,500 was received at auction for sale of timber on the fifty-five acre piece and the money deposited in the bank. In 1903 about $1,200 was received from the sale of wood and timber on the twenty acre piece. With almost $10,000 in the bank as a result of this careful management, can anyone doubt the wisdom of these parsonage committees in holding on to their two tracts of forest land? Other towns in the state have set aside a Minister's lot or a School lot, but later on sold their lands for small sums or traded them away. PRIMITIVESKIS If you see an elderly gentleman standing at the foot of a snowy slope streaked with skiers, ten to one he is thinking of barrel staves. In his boyhood, skis were practically unknown in this part of the world. Every boy had a sled, a low wooden affair on round iron runners, while every girl had a higher sled on flat runners, and the more opulent boys had "double runners," or bob sleds, which New Hampshire Troubadour11 could carry at least half a dozen passengers and thundered down long hills like express trains, generally using the highways. Not many boys, certainly in the rural regions, had toboggans, and though snowshoes had been known since Indian times, they were little seen south of the mountains. Of skis there were none. But almost every boy possessed a pair of home-made contraptions which were skis and snowshoes combined. They were fashioned out of barrel staves, which in those days were easy to come by. You cleated two staves together, side by side, and tacked a leather thong just ahead of the center to fit over the toe. Four barrel staves thus made you a pair of rough snowshoes (pretty heavy, though, because they picked up a lot of snow), and because the staves were concave also made you a broad, stubby kind of ski. The turn-up was not sufficient to negotiate fresh snow the points soon buried and you took a header. But on a packed slope, you could get up a surprising degree of speed and if you had sufficient skill and luck could reach the bottom upright. It took skill not only to counteract the tendency of the curved staves to rock, but also to control their tendency to spin. Your weight rested on a pivot directly under your foot, and things could happen to you on a steep hill that the modern skier knows nothing about. Luckily harnesses were unknown and your foot came out of the toe strap easily. You were never brought home on a stretcher. The gentleman at the foot of the hill is wondering if it wasn't just as much fun to slide on barrel staves which cost nothing as on laminated, steel-edged skis which with harnesses and boots and poles cost a small fortune. Alas, dear sir, the answer is, No. All he remembers is the pasture behind the barn. The skiers of today will sometime remember the Nose Dive, Suicide Six, the Thunderbolt, the stinging rush of wind, the great white mountains, as a caged bird might remember the joys of flight. Besides, he can talk all the rest of his life about the proper wax to use — and probably will. — Boston Herald 12The February 1945 WINSTON POTB The following entry appears in the daybook of John Whittemore, owner of a general store in Fitzwilliam: February 27, 1824: 3/4 yds. Black Silk .67 1/2 yd. muslin .50 1 1/4 yds. Crape .84 1/2 yd. pasteboard .06 1/2 yd. millinet .10 1 B. Silk Hankf. .42 1 1/2 wound wire 3 1 crape Gown Pattern 7.00 1 1/2yds. Ribband .18 1 Black Merino Shawl 2.75 1 skien silk .06 Deld widow Lydia Townsend And Charge Estate Nathan Townsend Sent in by Mrs. Edith VV. West New Hampshire Troubadour 13 Front Cover: Skiing at Gilford. Original Kodachrome and 4-color process plates courtesy of Rumford Press. Back Cover: Photograph by William Gooden. The Ford Kent Sayre Memorial Fund has made it possible to give free ski instructions to the first six grades of the Hanover schools, and similar arrangements are being worked out for the Etna, New Hampshire, and Norwich, Vermont, schools. New Hampshire led the country in the Sixth War Loan Drive with 221% of its total quota and 283% of its corporate investment quota. New Hampshire's last Civil War Veteran recently passed away. He would have been 99 years old on January 30, 1945. He was twice State Commander of the G.A.R. Planning a week-end skiing or vacation trip? If so, write us for the annual Winter Recreational Calendar, and for any desired information and suggestions. New Hampshire is to be represented at the Sportsmen's Shows with an exhibit of game birds, animals, and fish. The dates are February 3 to 11 at Mechanics Building, Boston and February 18 to 25 at Madison Square Garden, New York. An information service on hunting and fishing will be provided by the State Fish and Game Department and on winter sports, summer vacations, summer home properties, and the like by the State Planning and Development Commission. It has been announced that all nine of the major New Hampshire agricultural fairs will take place this year if wartime conditions permit. The fair schedule: Canaan, August 28-30 Pittsfield, August 28-September 1 Lancaster, September 1-3 Hopkinton, September 3-5 Cheshire (Keene), September 6-8 Plymouth, September 11—14 Rochester, September 17— 22 Deerfield, September 27-29 Sandwich, October 12. Durham — (AP) — Sixty of the 1,164 students registering this week at the University of New Hampshireareveterans of the present 14 The February 1945 war, Everett B. Sackett, registrar, announced today. The former servicemen make up about one-fifth of the male student body, Sackett added. A record-breaking total of 850 women students have enrolled this year as compared with 729 last year. The Council on Postwar PlanningandRehabilitationhasre- cently issued a report which is believed to contain the first statewide, all-inclusive, Postwar plan that has been prepared by any state. Copy free on request to this office. Fifty-five New Hampshire clergymen representing nine different religions are serving as chaplains in the armed forces. To New Hampshire Men and Women in the Armed Services: In accordance with the bill passed by the 1943 Legislature approximately 16,000 copies of each issue of the Troubadour are being mailed to you. Inevitably some copies are returned because addresses have changed and we have not received notice in time. In some instances, where we have no record of the source from which the name came to us originally, this results in dropping of names from our lists. In case your address is to be changed, your Commanding Officer will supply a post card form upon which you can readily indicate your new address or perhaps it might be more convenient to ask the home folks to notify us. The Troubadour is sent to you by all the citizens of New Hampshire through an act of their official representatives, the Legislature. Every one of you is entitled to receive it if you care for it, and that is why we ask your cooperation in keeping our address file up to date. If you know of any New Hampshire boy or girl who is not on the lists and should be, please be sure to tell them to send us a card. Just address the Troubadour, State Office Building, Concord, New Hampshire. Donald Tuttle, Editor New Hampshire Troubadour 15 RUMFORDPRESS CONCORD.NH We shall walk in velvet shoes Wherever we go Silence will fall like dews On white silence below. We shall walk in the snow. 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HEATH, Editor February, 1947 WINTER MAGIC by Frances Logan White lace against a pink-grey sky, Like thistledown so light and free, A thousand patterns, frail and shy, Form silently on swaying tree. For me it weaves a mystic spell O'er husy day, through tranquil night • Revealing joy too deep to tell, Creating thoughts of pure delight. Thus winter's beauty sings to me, It throbs in cadence rich and rare, It sings itself into my soul — And wakes an answering echo there. New Hampshire Troubadour ONE MORE WINTER by Hope Miller THE winter days that for eight years in the tropics I relived in memory, I have seen attain now. Because New Hampshire is my home, these days — when blustery snowstorms race, when a quiet winter world holds sway, when frost has crystalled every twig and branch on all the forest trees, or a sparkling, clean and sunlit countryside lies dazzling in new-fallen snow — these days are like jewels, never forgotten, but taken from the storehouse of my mind, and loved again. When I was teaching in the Internment Clamp School in Manila, we were talking one day of winter at home. Perhaps half of the American children, born and raised in or near the Philippines, had never seen snow. As we talked of it. the laces of the girls and boys who knew what winter could really be, lit up and their eyes danced. I knew they were sensing the exhilaration, the smell, the beauty of it as I was. They were feeling a pity for those who did not understand — who did not know how snow can swirl and drift how a pair of skis or skates really feels on a small boy's feet how good your mother's kitchen looks to you when your nose and lingers and toes are tingling from the cold. This is a part of my heritage this love of winter. As dear as October or April is this surcease of growing, this shut-off feeling, this peace which comes with snow. Living in the Philippines before the war, I was interested in the flora and fauna of the islands, especially in places away from the big cities. I understood that it was my childhood in New Hamp- shire that made me uneasy at the prodigality of nature there. I knew that a more austere beauty held charm for me. This is the tropics — coral sands on a palm-fringed beach, but enervating heat clear-looking streams with water unsafe to use 4 The February 1947 Ski tow at Whitney's, one of the four tow operating at Jackson this season. broad fields of sugar cane or wooded hills or dense jungles with orchid-hung trees, but never, never quiet always the sound of thousands upon thousands of insects and living things: in winter, rain and typhoons, instead of snow and blizzards. But now I am home again and I have seen another winter. I have walked in the soft beauty of the first snow storm, the only sound, the crackling of dry maple leaves beneath my feet. I have seen the fog roll in on the Atlantic coast, then give way to blinding sleet and snow and hurricane. One January morning I walked in (he woods and the lines from a poem came to reality about me "Now I have climbed the hillside to discover The forest sitting in its silver clothes With ermine pulled about its knees." Silence has been, lor me, the loveliest song of winter the deep abiding stillness of a snow-bound countryside. School children skating on the Common in Newport swirling drifts and hemlocks bowed with snow: winter moonlight glistening New Hampshire Troubadour on clean, hard crust icicles hanging long and thick outside my window, but warmth and security within — these are my pictures of the winter. Soon will come a day when the miracle of spring will be in the air and the hope of a reawakening world will find us longing for winter to be over and done. Then, on some bright April morning, I, who have loved a New Hampshire winter, shall remember the words of the poet— "Oh who can tell the range of joy, Or set the bounds of beauty?" THE GULF: CHALLENGE TO ANY SKIER'S SKILL by Ens. Fred Rouel Jones, Jr. YES, I am one of those who is fool enough to forsake his friends and relatives, the city and all its glittering lights, and instead, takes the Maine Central bus for Mt. Washington. Those significant looks and glances which always fall on a person who has skis, poles and suitcase draped around his person in odd positions made me feel a little self conscious, but when that ski bug gets you there's just no stopping. That's why the evening found me sitting in front of a log fire at the base of Tuckerman's ravine with the best company to be found anywhere — skiers of the finest vintage and others like my- self— some singing, some sitting watching the log burn away, and others trying to put it all in writing. Although anyone could spend a whole night just taking it all in, the gang found at Pinkham Notch huts is not there for that purpose so it's early to bed for plenty of rest before a day on the trails. 6 The February 1947 Skier at Gulf of Slides on Mr. Washington WINSTON POTE Almost before I know it, one of the crew is banging away on a couple of railroad tracks making a terrible cacophony of noise that is even more beautiful to me than Beethoven's Fifth. So it's up and out for one of those days I've been waiting months for. But wait! Al- though the lure of the headwall, the Wildcat and the Sherburne are forever strong, there's another matter which most people are likely to forget. Although one may have been skiing most of the winter, a lapse of two weeks since the old hickories were last used has consequences that must be reckoned with. So for the first morning, the practice slope is the place for me, the lower part of the Sherburne in the afternoon, and then another good night's rest before I tackle a whole day on the trail and go above timber- New Hampshire Troubadour 7 Church at Fitzwilliam Bernice Perry line. There was one day when I didn't bother to limber up and I remember it all too clearly because the next day found me at the hospital. But let's put hospitals aside and get to the following day. Four others had come in, and together we looked over the maps of the available trails, with the intention of climbing to the snow fields well above timberline. That night was spent in elaborate plans for reaching the top of Mt. Washington, starting on the Gulf of the Slides Trail and going on up, up to the top and then down the toll road. Those were the days when the winds and storms always lurking above timberline were quite unknown to us. It's too easy just to read the sign at the foot of the trail which says that travel above timberline is hazardous and subject to sudden and severe storms, and let it go at that, thinking that is for the poor fool who is always getting into trouble. We're young, healthy and well equipped for the trip why should we worry? That was then 1 know better now. Experience is an excellent teacher, and it taught me once in late summer with an icy cold hail storm. Then there are those weathered crosses marking the spots where some poor devils perished. But that is getting me away from my story. The next day the sun came up in a clear sky and cast shadows down the sides of the mountain to the valley where a blue column of smoke arose from the chimney of the huts. We had waxed our The February 1917 skis the night before, and were now packing our rucksacks with a lunch and, as I always do, my camera besides. We consisted of Don, Dave, Phil and myself, all from Bates College, and Mac, a newcomer to our group, from M.I.T. Although Dave was the only one of us who had creepers, we stuck together and began the ascent up the Gulf of the Slides Trail. It was slow climbing in the deep snow, but we refused to be disheartened and kept on going at a good clip, Dave shuffling easily along in the rear. Oh! ambitious youth! We'd climb on our hands and knees a whole day just to ski down hill for a few minutes. So we plodded steadily on up, around bends, up steep schusses, and on toward the gleaming snow fields high above us. The ravine dropped far below. On the still cold ail- could be heard the gurgling of the stream in its depths. We passed the first aid cache, and, always thinking we would stop to rest around the next corner, we plodded on. We were climbing up a steep S turn when Phil stopped and looked up toward the Gulf of Slides. He said: "Just look at that: can't you just see me schussing it!" Dave nodded a "Yeah!" and we all looked up at the gleaming white of the untouched snow, almost like a vertical wall extending from the last twisted trees to the sharp corner of the lip hundreds of feet above. I couldn't see anyone schussing it, but a couple of sweeping turns would drop a person five hundred feet in a few seconds. Can't you feel that disc downward, a sudden rush of wind and those steel edges biting into the snow and a gradual easing of speed like coming out of a dive, then throwing your body around and down into another giant arc, coming to a stop at the bottom? What went through their minds, I don't know, but that picture will never leave mine. We stopped a few minutes and then continued. The trail climbed on the right side of the ravine. Trees became smaller and the Gulf towered nearer and nearer above us. Time passed and the sun moved up until it was nearly overhead. Still we climbed, four little black dots up the winding trail, until we were The Hampshire Troubadour 9 at the base of the Gulf itself. There it was time out for lunch. Sitting on the last of the weather-beaten trees, we opened our packs and ate our sandwiches. Now and then a little gust of wind would come down the wall. What there is about it 1 don't know, but the wall of snow, the vastness of it all. the trail winding away down the ravine like a sliver of white, that feeling of height, all makes one fight on upward — keep on going. There was no stopping. The climbing became steeper. Each step had to be kicked into the hard snow and tested to be sure that it wouldn't slip. Finally I put my skis on and cut across the Gulf, sidestepping, and picking the places that were the least steep, until I was over the lip where the expanse of sloping snow fields stretched nearly to the top of Boot Spur. A gray rocky ridge marked the upper side of the snow field and distant cairns stood silhouetted against the sky along the Glen Boulder trail. Where there is better skiing, I don't know. Here you can look down into the valleys stretching away into the distance with noth- ing above bin the black rocks, bleak and windswept, with that cold wind that makes your ski pants vibrate. Here you are a small bit of living matter alone fighting the elements to the very top and then sweeping in long arcs down a half mile of open snow un- touched by anything but the wind and storms. Where else can man be greater, yet more insignificant? Where else is he more dependent on himself and his skis? Where else is he more at the mercy of a sudden storm? There stand the rocks, worn by ages of wind, sleet and rain, indifferent to anything living. They may shelter or kill without ever knowing which. There the wind blows constantly. If you slip, little does it care it just blows. Life may come and go, but the storms go on and the black rocks stand alone. Perhaps that is why a climb is such a challenge. The will to win the top and defy the elements comes over a person and makes him go on up, up to the summit. — Courtesy Ski Illustrated 10 The February 1947 WINSTON POTK A peaceful February scene: Chocoran Village and Mt. Chocorua OUR HOBBY by Anne Catherine Janda IN AUGUST 1924 we two — my husband and I — became ac- quainted with New Hampshire. Born New Englanders, we were familiar with New Hampshire. In the days of our youth when asked to name the states comprising New England, we had recited glibly, "MaincNewHampshireVermontMassachusettsRhodelsland Connecticut.'' Oh, yes, we were familiar with New Hampshire, but it took a climb to the summit of Mount Moosilauke to start a hobby which after nearly two decades still holds its fascina- tion. Fascination has become a deep abiding love for New Hampshire mountains, lakes, and streams. The hobby started as mountain climbing, but being constructive, grew and still grows. We two have not only collected mountains New Hampshire Troubadour 11 Rural mail delivery an the Dundee Road, North Conway to Jackson and a mountain diarv, but streams, hikes, pastures, AMC huts, trails, rocks, trees — and views! The nice thing about this part of our hobby is, that while we have collected all these things, they still remain available for other collectors and lovers of New Hampshire. We have also collected material for a scrapbook birds, flowers, Colonial churches, and ministerial anecdotes (many taken from the N.H.T.) a list of books read on Xew 1 lampshire, the TROUBADOUR, pictures, and people who have become life-long friends. Another sort of chart has been started which we call "Xew England Briefs" by this time the hobby has grown beyond the boundaries of Xew Hampshire. Our latest branching out has become a source of much pleasure to us two and our friends. Colored movies of the mountains bring Xew Hampshire into our home whenever we be- Thi February 1947 come nostalgic for mountain scenery, and again we live through the events of the particular climbs pictured. Incidentally, we have climbed more than seventy-five peaks of the White Mountains, some once, others as many as a dozen times. The record for any one peak is sixteen visits. A pood hobby should grow, should become a source of education, and the hobby begun on Mount Moosilauke lias become just that. We are grateful to New Hampshire for the enriching influence it has had on our lives. Articles and pictures of familiar bits of New Hampshire we find in the TROUBADOUR hike us bark to happy days spent in our adopted state. FISHING TEAM GOES CO-ED DOVER'S citizens who take pardonable pride in their high school fishing team, believed to be the only such institution of its kind in the country, are now informed that the stptad has gone co-educational, and that the so-railed weaker sex is also listed in the ranks of the high school Iz.iak Waltons. Thus, Dover is the first to organize a formal fishing team, and the first to teach fishing lo girls. We predict many happy marriages may be based upon a mutual understanding of the wary trout and fighting salmon. The little woman who is tolerant toward early risers who return with tall tales and muddy boots is a gem indeed. It has long been a husband's lament that the little woman doesn't understand the fisherman. Now it remains for our own high school to take the first step toward correcting a situation that has prevailed since the days of Daniel Boone. Envy the lucky fellow who gets himself a girl who ran put the worm on her own hook. — Dover Democrat Mew Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: Sleighing for Fun in New Hampshire. Color Photo by Winston Pote. BACK COVER: Typical New Hampshire Winter Scene. Photo by Winston Pote. FRONTISPIECE: Looking south from trail on the summit of Cannon Mountain. Photo by Winston Pote. ^V3F Thorsten V . Kalijarvi, editor of the TROUBADOUR for the past year, is now at work in Washington, D. C, as analyst of international relations, legislative reference service, Library of Congress. Dr. Kalijarvi was executive director of the New Hampshire State Planning and Development Commission from 1942 through 1946. Flights to Keene and to Portsmouth have recently been added to the Northeast Airlines system, which has also improved its service between Concord and New York. Newport's campaign to collect funds for a statue commemorating Mary and Her Little Lamb, the children's poem written by Sarah Josepha Hale of that town, is gaining popular support. Billy B. Van, veteran stage and radio performer of Newport, who launched the drive 14 during the town's last annual winter carnival, heads the call for donations toward a memorial to that well-loved poem. The voters of Newport appropriated $300 for it at their last town meeting. Present plans are for a small marble statue of Mary and the lamb, with a plaque containing the little verses which, it is said, have been translated into more foreign languages than any other poem in history. New Hampshire will lie represented at the sportsmen's shows this month with an exhibit by the State Fish and Game Department at Mechanics Building, Boston, February 1-9, and at Grand Central Palace, New York, February 1 5-23. ^yr The Dartmouth College library now has more than 600,000 books. Acquisition of 19,146 volumes during the past year raised the total to 616,570. ^VJT The west side of Grantham Mountain in the township of Plainfield has been chosen for the site of a three-million-dollar year-round recreational resort, according to a 7 he February 79-17 recent announcement. The 2,200- Corn, Wheat, Rye, Peas, Beans, acre development is to be known as Croydon Hills. Flax or Oats, Bulls, Oxen, Cows, Calves, sheep or Goats, Beef, Pork, Mutton, Butter, Cheese. Or any produce that you please. Our land is crown'd with milk and The New Hampshire November 18, 1817 My friends, upon you now I call, To settle with me, one and all And pay me up without delay Or I will call — ANOTHER WAY!!! Which, if you arc inclined to do, Will please me better than to SUE But if you don't, I'm not mistaken. Here lives a FORSAITH and an AIKEN, Who unto you will surely say, " Make out your friend his honest pay". And then you'll have to pay the debt, Likewise the C O S T — 'twill make you fret. You had much better pay me first, And of two evils, shun the worst. On some I've waited many years, Too long by far to me appears. I'll wait no longer, now REMEMBER, Than the last day of next DECEM- BER. Prepare yourselves before that day, Call and settle, and try to pay. I will take almost anything, At a fair price you're pleased to bring. Hew Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD, N. H. Patriot — Y ou've honey, everything this year but Money And if you've not one single groat, Pray call and settle give your Note. Comply with this, I'll thank you always, Your humble servant, THOMAS WALLACE. Goffstown, November 10, 1817 ^vir CALENDAR PICTURE DETERMINED HER FUTURE Littleton, N. H. (AP) A Littleton snow scene on a calendar called former telephone operator, Helen Briggs of Greenwich, Connecticut, to New Hampshire. Although she had never been in the state, the calendar picture made such an impression that Miss Briggs moved to a Littleton farm when she retired two years ago from the American Telephone and Telegraph Company. Now she is one of New Hampshire's most enthusiastic boosters. — Boston Globe 15 K y •/^•"••- r Today, I left my work to walk with you On sun-flecked, snow-smoothed garden paths — our feet Marked with a satin sound — the sharp air sweet To breathe— the sky, a dome of crystal blue. We touched the frosted branches of each tree — And smiled to see the winging, white flakes fall Like stars to tangle in your hair— How small, Yet, how delightful such brief joys can be. And though I came back to my tasks undone, I'm glad I left my work to walk with you, Because the growing years are short and few, When beauty can be shared with a small son. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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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 FEBRUARY 1950 The New Hampshire Troubadour Comes to you every month, singing the praises oj New Hampshire, a state whose beauty and opportunities should tempt you to come and share those good things that make life here so delightful. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter, May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act of March 3, 1879. Each snowstorm finds you trudging up the hill With laughing children pulling sleds. Bright suits flash by, as down the slope you ride, Gay winter hoods on bobbing heads. But, my heart still looks back to that white day, When you discovered snow at two, Your eyes enchanted with the magic way, Your own small footprints followed you. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XIX FEBRUARY, 1950 Number 11 Winter Remembrance From The Boston HeraldNEW HAMPSHIRE IN THE SNOW h CM DID YOU EVER spend a weekend in New Hampshire with the winter winds blowing and the snow piling up outside the door? It sounded cold to me and I had not considered it very seriously until my husband and I decided to try and make a trip to our summer home. That weekend was a surprise and a revelation to me. On long winter evenings when I was snug and safe in my easy chair beside my cheery fireplace, I often thought of a place far distant. Up in the hills of New Hampshire there is a brown house set deep in the woods waiting for spring to come. At the end of a beautiful season, gay and full of activity, we all pack up our belongings and leave our summer home for many months. My heart had often returned to it when the bitter winds were blowing and my fireside seemed especially warm and cosy. On the weekend which we chose for our trip, we packed our car the night before and started early in the morning. YVe included in our equipment snowshoes, skates, a pot of New England baked beans, a thick steak and all the fixings, and plenty of coffee. The snowshoes were a happy choice as the dirt road leading off the black top road to our property is half a mile long. It was piled waist deep in snow and the automobile was unable to pass through. It was an exciting journey on snowshoes with each one carrying his share of the equipment and supplies. We puffed and pushed up the hills, enjoying the scenery all the way. What changes we saw in the little road that we know so well dressed in its summer garb! HOLLAND Open slopes on Cranmore Mountain, the Skimobile at left. The pines on either side of the road were wearing their shimmering winter dresses. The gowns were made of lace with delicate tracings on their boughs. The little trails that in summer run so gaily through the woods are resting under a downy blanket. It is a quiet world in winter. We finally rounded the corner and our brown house set deep in the woods came into sight. I wonder if it was surprised and glad to see us! We went inside and built a fire in the huge field- stone fireplace, using the largest logs the woodpile had to offer. It was soon burning brightly, heating the room with the smell ofwoodsmoke warming our hearts. We buckled on our snowshoes and went outside to walk around in the shining white world. We walked a little distance through the woods to the brook. We had to stoop in many places to avoid bringing a small avalanche of fine powdery snow down upon us. The brook which ripples and sings in the warm days of the milder seasons, was frozen and silent. The clear blue lake was covered with ice and a thick layer of snow was spread over it all. How the ice and the skating it promises would delight the boys who enjoy swimming in its crystal depths in warmer days. From the open porch, the view across the snow-covered lands was a striking contrast to the rich green scenery we have been used to. The snow sparkled and glistened like a precious blue white diamond set in a million sister stones. Mount Monadnock, which we have known as purple, regal, and magnificent, was now an artist’s study in dark and light, of snow-covered crest and wooded sides. Even the merry, chattering squirrels were sleeping happily in the sweet straw beds they had prepared for themselves amid their stores of sweet, meaty nuts. One by one we visited our favorite places. The beautifully formed evergreen that stands by the big rock in the center of the clearing was outlined in snow and its green seemed richer and darker by contrast. The stone walls were completely hidden by drifts of snow as if nature knew no limits or boundaries in the beauty she offered so freely. The weekend passed and at the end of it we found ourselves refreshed. The beautiful purity of the snow-covered earth and the clear bracing air of the mountains gave us new inspiration to return to the city and our responsibilities. Our summer retreat is waiting for our return. I wonder why we do not gather together our snowshoes and skates more often, build a roaring fire in our stone fireplace and enjoy all the glories of nature, of New Hampshire in the snow.THE BATTLE OF RANDOLPH MOUNTAIN (u the l^ev. Robert ^-JJatch I FELL IN LOVE with the camp the moment I first saw it. It was located in a wild and lonely spot high up on Randolph Mountain. The trail leading past it was one of those thin, bramblv trails that wander off into the back country and eventually lose themselves in a mass of windfalls. The view from the camp took in Mount Madison, Adams and Jefferson to the south and the summit of Randolph Mountain to the northeast. T he camp itself was a one- room office building left behind by a crew of lumberjacks who South Mast Street, Gojfstown. The photo itas taken by moonlight in January 1947, DANIEL H. VICKERYlogged ihe place several years liefore. Everything about it formed an irresistible temptation for one who has to spend nine-tenths of his life in the noisiest of city streets. Here, far back in the New Hampshire woods, was a promise of peace, solitude and escape. I went to the lumber company that owned the camp and bought it for a song. I got together chairs, a folding bed, cooking utensils, a broom, old clothes, and even some sporting pictures for the walls, and with a mixture of pride and keen anticipation I toted them on my back up the side of Randolph Mountain. Sweat and heavy breathing meant nothing. Neither did the fact that part of the trail was an old streambed where I stumbled and slipped with almost every step. The camp was mine; that was all that mattered. I vowed that I would keep coming to it every year as long as I could climb the side of Randolph Mountain. I fixed up the camp in the most attractive way imaginable — chairs and bed neatly arranged in different corners of the room, sporting pictures tacked to the walls, old clothes hung on hooks and nails, and a pair of old shoes tucked away under the desk which the camp-boss formerly used. It was the perfect picture of a woodsman’s camp in the northwoods. I spent several nights there, often came there for a picnic lunch, and more than once I congratulated myself on having a place which would never be molested. Then the fall came and I shut the door, walked down the mountain and returned to the city. The Hummer resilience, nl New Boston, <>J ehusetts. The house leas built in 1814. ”1 little farmhouse when lie first suw it and boi it up.” The interior scene is the dining roo the Her. Mr. Smith, "the pictures were take NiNext spring when I climbed the mountain I could hardly wait to see my camp. I imagined it just the way I had left it. All winter I had remembered how neat it looked, with the chairs and the bed and the pictures and the old clothes all in their proper place. Even the broom had been left standing firmly against the wall. Absorlx-d in such pleasant dreams. I reached the top of the ridge, went around a bend in the trail, and caught my first glimpse of the camp. Something drastic had happened. The tar paper on all four walls had been ripped away. Large holes gaped in the bare boards. Tunnels were dug under the camp from various angles. I ran to the door, opened it, and found the place a shambles. The canvas was eaten completely ofT the folding bed. The chairs were chewed to pieces. The entire handle of the broom had been devoured. Nothing was left of the sporting pictures and old clothes. All that remained of my shoes was the metal tines and eyelets. It was late in the day, so I spent the night on the floor. I had hardly dropped off when I was stabbed awake by a chorus of weird sounds — whines, squeals, plaintive cries, grunts, and the blood-curdling rattle of teeth. Then the invasion began. Up through a hole in the floor came a huge porcupine. Another advanced through a hole in the wall. A third kept waddling back and forth in front of the door. A fourth began to chew vigorously at the wall. The place was infested with them. All night they came and went, squealing and grunting until long after daybreak. REV. H. ROBERT SMITH i. II. Holh rt Smith of Gloucester, Massa- ns a ran Joan, dirty, smrlly, ubande.ned t it iu 1*110. In a modest a ay n*> have Jixi-d formerly the kitchen. ” hidden tally,~ says y my old school hoy box camera, a BrownieA vast engineering job confronted me. First, the base of the camp had to be made secure. I consulted a sportsman’s magazine and was told to use logs painted with creosote. I tried this, but the porcupines loved the creosote. 1 knew that they could not chew stones, so I hauled great rocks from a nearby stream and piled them to a width of several feet around the base of the camp. This worked. Then I tackled the second, more difficult phase of the operation. A friend in the metal business got me some large metal sheets which an aircraft company had discarded as surplus war material. I enlisted the help of a man who later became the Episcopal bishop of New Hampshire, and to this day I am convinced that his experience on Randolph Mountain helped to toughen him for his duties as bishop of the Granite State. Together we carried the metal sheets up the side of the mountain on our backs — a job that required many trips. At last we had all the sheets assembled at the camp, and with a grim feeling of triumph we nailed them to the walls. 1 was certain now that my camp was secure. 1 went back to the city that fall without a worry in my heart. But next spring when I returned I found that my trouble was only beginning. One day 1 looked up at the ceiling and saw a wasps’ nest teeming with its busy inhabitants. Another time I looked down at the floor and saw a snake weaving its way through a crack in the boards. Then one afternoon I happened to look up at the ridgepole and saw two white-footed mice playing tag. The pay-off came when I saw a red squirrel scamper up to the nail where my hat was hung, seize the hat in his paws and, without a trace of either fear or shame, promptly start to devour it. A second engineering job was required, this time on a smaller scale. I nailed strips of metal over every crack and cranny that 1 could find. I stuffed old rags into the tiny openings where the mice and wasps entered. I made the camp as tight as 1 knew how, andwhen I went hack to the city that fall I had no doubt that the place belonged to me and to no other creature. However, I was wrong. The climax came the next summer. When I returned to the camp in the spring I found the whole outside of the building coated with mud. Great prints, larger than the human hand, covered the metal sheets. Above the sheets the tar paper was ripped off in jagged patterns. Mud from the belly of a black bear was smeared over the door. He had leaned against the building, reached up, and torn at whatever he could get his claws on. I repaired the damage that the bear had done. 1 nailed more metal on the building, above the metal that had been intended for the porcupines, so that the whole exterior is now covered with metal sheets. I made a metal shutter to cover the window, so that Low clouds at Mt. If us hi n ft ton, looking south from the summit on u frosty morning. Boot! Spur is in center, Tucker man Harine at left. Mountains to the south are obscureti by cloutls and fog in the lowlands. WINSTON POTEthe bear would not see his reflection and perhaps smash the window in anger. I put two strong bolts on the door. I think that I licked the bear. One day I saw hint skulking dejectedly through the tall grass in front of the camp. Since I bought the camp I have had little chance to relax and drink in the beauties of nature. Instead, I have found myself engaged in a running battle with porcupines, snakes, wasps, mice, red squirrels and bear. A woodsman reports that he has seen a rare sight in the snow in front of my mountain camp — the clearly defined footprints of a large fisher. Maybe the battle is now won, but I have my fingers crossed. Editor's Note — The Hatch camp is far off the beaten track, and the experiences described were much more extreme than those of Junior skiers receiving instruction on a Hanover slope. COURTESY OP HANOVER INN %most summer camp owners. The author wrote: “I am a lover of animals, even of porcupines, and I would not want to have the article printed if it made any of these animals seem too destructive and thereby turned people against them.” DRIFTED BEAUTY Once in a generation comes a winter when conditions ordain a deep covering of snow on Earth’s breast. At periodic intervals moisture, wind and temperature join forces and successive layers of frozen crystals fall from nimbus clouds. If the snow be light and dry and air currents pulsing with power, drifts form in sculptured beauty. On a sunny February day when ultramarine sky stretches in a great arc from mountain rim to mountain rim, there is poignant loveliness in the whiteness. Snow is never blank white. He whose eyes search for the beauties of Nature looks to the drifted snow for many shades of soft colors. Oo to a hillside on a peaceful day where the snow is deep against a granite boulder. Look at the rolls of white overhanging the meadow brook or into the deep drifts in the ravine by the plank bridge. Along country roads where the white windrows follow the lichen-etched stone walls is a good place to see the beauty. Who has seen all the colors in the sunshine-blessed drifts? Who has seen all the grain and texture of the heaped snow? As the gold ball in a washed-blue bowl drops toward the mountain on the other side of the valley there are a few minutes of heart-stirring beauty. Stand a few yards from a drift and look into its heart. You will see bronzes, reds, browns, blues and gun-metal grays. In that fleeting instant of eternity just before the sun drops from sight, he who is sensitive can catch one moment of Earth’s everlasting glory. — From The Boston Herald 13Front Cover: Boott Spur ridge of Mt. Washington from the Pinkham Notch Camp of the Appalachian Mountain Club. Color Photo by Winston Pote. Back Cover: A “federal” house at Orford. Photo by Wendy Neefus. Frontispiece: A lucky combination of new snow and no school in the Highlands section of Milford, December 1949. Photo by Bernice B. Perry. The tracks of the following animals and birds are likely to be found in New Hampshire woods and fields in winter. How many of them can you distinguish? House cat, dog, jumping mouse, red squirrel, gray squirrel, cottontail rabbit, varying hare, porcupine, weasel, mink, fisher cat, fox, wildcat, deer, grouse, and pheasant. Skunks and coons may be abroad during a thaw, and in the west-central part of the state elk or wild boar tracks may be encountered. Bears are sometimes late in hibernating. The large prints of the Canadian lynx are occasionally found. It is interesting sometimes to turn away from the populated ski slopes and skating rinks and hike by ski or snowshoe into the seldom- visited valleys and thickets. Trails in the snow often have stories to tell, sometimes amusing, sometimes tragic. The silent hiker who travels into the wind may even spy some of the animals in the act of making the tracks. Black panther and mountain lion rumors have been frequent in some parts of New Hampshire during the last few years, but although hunters combed the woods during the deer season, there has been no proof that the stories are fact instead of fancy. Most authorities disregard the panther and mountain lion rumors, but there are some who scratch their heads and say that, since elk, boar, and coyotes have been shot in the state, most anything could be possible. New Hampshire Books and Authors From a Troubadour reader: “Under New Hampshire Books and Authors I have never seen the name of Florence Marshall Stell- wagen (Mrs. Edward Stellwagen) whose book. The Pig in the Parlor, (a jolly little book of jingles laughing at people for reading ‘trashy’ 14 The February 1950books) is so very readable. Her sixth health educational jingle book, I think. She was born in VVeare, New Hampshire.” New Hampshire now has almost 21 miles of lifts for skiers, according to the latest tabulation — more than 15 miles of rope tows and more than five miles of major lifts. A group called Friends of the New Hampshire Symphony Orchestra Society has been formed to help bring concerts to towns which do not have halls with enough seating capacity to pay the orchestra’s expenses. Donations of members are to be used to offset the difference. All interested are invited to join the society, sending donations to J. Richard Jackman, Concord. New Hampshire. Research on Mt. Washington is continuing this winter. The Air Force and Navy arc continuing their joint research project on cold weather problems with the Navy conducting most of the work on jet engines. The U.S. Army Signal Corps is continuing w'ork on automatic weather stations at the Horn, while a group from the U.S. ROGER B. COREY Skier on Heirs llighica>\ a ski raring trail on Mt. Moosilauke. Army Quartermaster Corps is camped again at the old C.C.C. camp belowr the Glen House to conduct research on cold weather clothing, and makes periodic trips onto the mountain. The Mt. Washington Observatory is continuing its research for government account into the purely scientific aspects of the weather. Two members of the staff of the Observatory, Noi man E. Turner, and Charles Harrington, accompanied our member, Maynard M. Miller on the Juneau Icefield Research Project this summer. From AppalachiaBare trees against the sky again Shall compensate for winter's cold And fallen leaves once more reveal Lost beauty for the heart to hold. — From a poem, “Compensation,” by Medora Addison FEB 10 1350 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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DONALD TUTTLE, EDITOR VOLUME XIV January, 1945number 10 BUILDINGA COLONIALMEETINGHOUSE On August 26, 1771, a town meeting at Amherst voted that "the building committee provide drink for raising the frame of the meeting house not exceeding eight barrels for such as shall do the labor of raising and for all spectators," and "one barrel of brown sugar for use of laborers and spectators to be distributed according to the discretion of said committee." Amherst was generous in its entertainment since two barrels of rum was the average supply that was purchased in most of the towns. A raising was a gala event. The Herculean task demanded all the muscular strength of the countryside. The fathers believed that their energy must be stimulated with plenty of New England rum. Certainly every man must exert his utmost power if accidents were to be avoided. The probable average weight of the entire frame was 65 pounds per cubic foot. A single truss for the roof weighed nearly 10,000 pounds. The carpenter in charge of the work was supposed to risk his life by riding up on the gallery girth New Hampshire Troubadour3 to supervise the pinning of the joints at the four corners as the several frames were raised. No wonder that housewives filled their brick ovens with beans and corn bread, pies and pound cake, for a noonday feast was a necessary part of the festivities. The building was dedicated January 19, 1774, three years and fifteen days from the beginning of the structure. On March 4, 1884, the town voted against purchasing a bell, also not to allow singers seats "that Psalmody may be carried on with greater regulation." Experience changed the mind of the citizens evidently because four years later a vote passed that "the seats in the front gallery be granted for the use of a number of persons skilled in singing." Again in 1796 the consent of the parish was sought that the bass viol might be used in the meeting house on Sundays "to assist the singers at the time of public worship." Again the approval of the voters was not obtained. In 1818 a meeting of citizens refused to pass a vote for the purchase of stoves. Not daunted, the advocates for warmth circulated a subscription paper which provided funds to install stoves six years later, no objections being offered by the voters to this financial arrangement. The following story, which is copied as it was told in Dunbarton, illustrates the opposition of many people to the introduction of stoves which were considered a dangerous invention: "Time was when the people thought they must be more modern and have some heat in the church. A few fought it and said if the Grace of God was not enough to keep them warm, they had better stay at home. Two old maids fought bitterly, but the majority won, and the stove was ordered from Boston, and was set up, but the pipe was too short, and so they did not 'fire up' the first Sunday, but put it up temporarily, so they could see how it was going to look. The 'two unconfisticated blessings' came with their fans and sat through the service fanning all the time. 'Holy Poker,' but they were mad when they found there was no fire!" [As told.] 4The January 1945 ?**. 'J.- «fc«*. l *-4 t «-■ RICHARD QRAEF The Wayland P. Tolman farm. Nelson Another tale from a later period in Hillsborough is amusing: "The only method of heating the meeting house in the early days was the foot stove. "Some time after the new church was built a furnace was installed which met the disfavor of some, particularly in the case of one old lady, Mary Ann by name. "The first time she came down the aisle, she stopped when she came to the register in the middle of the aisle, lifted her skirts ankle high, jumped across, thence passing down to her seat in the front New Hampshire Troubadour row as though nothing unusual had happened. The good old lady was not taking any chances in keeping warm by such 'new-fangle cast iron contraption as that,' she said. "On seating herself she proceeded to light her little foot stove, paying no attention to the titter from the boys and some of the grown-ups in the gallery." In the following year, 1819, the Toleration Act passed the General Court which separated church and state. Within a few years many towns were thankful to release their property to a church organization. Accordingly, Amherst voted to sell its meeting house at auction in 1833 though not without reservations. The First Congregational Church and Society were the purchasers after agreeing to allow the town to use the building for all town meetings as long a time as it might wish the bell, clock, belfry, and tower to remain the property of the town with the right of the Society to pass through the tower doors, ring the bell for funerals and public worship and on other occasions, with a clear statement, "without expense to the town." Owners of pews were to have the right to them and owners of stoves and organ to be allowed to remove their property. The purchasers agreed to keep the house in repair or it should revert to the town. Certainly the voters of Amherst still cherished their meeting house. During the following decades the town maintained these reservations but at length all claims, with the exception of the town clock, were deeded to the Congregational Society. Such is a typical history of a meeting house. The thirty and more now standing could duplicate, in general conditions, the same problems and experiences. With self-sacrifice to finance them and with pride in their ownership, the forefathers established standards of religion and of government in these buildings that have been the foundation of the civilization of all New England. — from Colonial Meeting Houses of New Hampshire by Eva A. Speare The January 1945 UNH NEWSPHOTO President Ernest M. Hopkins of Dartmouth College congratulates the newly inaugurated tenth president of the University of New Hampshire, Dr. Harold W. Stoke, at ceremonies held in Durham on December 17th. Appropriately the address of greeting in behalf of the Granite State sister colleges was delivered by President Hopkins before a large audience of high-ranking state officials, representatives from the educational world, including 15 college presidents, alumni, and students. 41-year-old President Stoke, former acting dean of the graduate school at the University of Wisconsin, chose for the subject of his inaugural address, "Education For An Age Of Power" New Hampshire Troubadour PORTSMOUTH The Seaport of New Hampshire. On the Piscataqua River. First named Strawberry Bank. Explored 1603. Settled 1623Incorporated as a city 1849.Top row, left to right:1. The Old North Church, Market Square. 2. The Rundlett-May House, built 1806. 3. View from hospital looking across South Pond. Junior High School at left. Bottom row, left to right: St. John's Church, built 1807. This parish owns one of the four American copies of the famous "Vinegar Bible.” 2. Waterfront on Piscataqua River. 3. Prescott Park. 4. Market Square and Congress Street, the Portsmouth Athenaeum (1803) in the foreground. All photos by A.Thornton Gray. NOVEMBERINTHEWHITEMOUNTAINS by Virginia Sebastian And now it is November and purple shadows fall behind the hills. The quiet murmur of the little wind bespeaks with warning of the storm and fury soon to come and all the world in stillness waits. And the mountains rise up in solid dignity crowned with snow on their black heights. I remember the winding road from the town and how you caught your breath at that first sight of Mount Washington around that curve in the road . . . and no matter how many times you saw the sweep of view it always seemed to be the first because somehow Washington never looks the same. But now in November that special purple haze settles down upon it, when dusk approaches, that somehow seems to isolate the mountain and set it apart from all else. One morning you would awaken to find the Carriage Road covered with snow and suddenly its aloneness seemed to be gone and it was as though it were just there out beyond the barn in the field north of Overlook, although in reality it is ten miles up the Pinkham Notch road. But I remember two months back in September when we did climb Washington. Somehow all the struggle and effort to reach the top is forgotten in the elation of gaining the summit. I remember starting off early in the morning and driving up to Joe Dodge's AMC Huts in Pinkham Notch and when we arrived there the mountain was hidden in a cloud although the sun was shining all around. We walked through the woods and into the forest up past Crystal Cascades and on to the Raymond Path. Here there was no sound but the crackling of the leaves underneath our feet and the occasional sound of a small strange bird and the faint whisper of the pines above our heads. And then at last we broke out through 10The January 1945 the woods and the great jagged streaked look of Huntington Ravine rose above us and we were ready for the climb over rocks so smooth and steep you had to hang on to the color in them! Three quarters of the way up we stopped for lunch and chose a little ledge on which to eat. It seemed as though you could leap off into the air and land on a mountain across the valley — all the southern mountains stretched before us — Wildcat, Middle, Tin, Thorn, and others filling in between. And up above the little white clouds scuttled over the edge of the rocks at the lip of the headwall of Huntington Ravine. On we must go and up finally to scale the last chimney and there we were in the deep thick carpet of above-treeline growth and we walked through carpets of tufted velvet in the backyard of the summit. Suddenly the tiredness left our limbs and we floated on up the last part of Jacob's Ladder hopping across the ties to the top — the cloud which hung over the mountain all morning was gone now and we looked down over all the world. Some of us merely stood in the wind and watched the view — it was more of a watching than a looking because there was so much below that it seemed you could never quite fill your eyes with enough of it. And then it was all over and down we must go — down over the big sharp rocks to the Headwall of Tuckerman's Ravine where the waterfall roared under the rocks. Down we went through the path of the cold little brook, hopping from stone to stone and never slowing down for fear of falling. And so across the floor of the ravine and when we reached Hermit Lake we stood a moment to look up there to the fine straight reach of cliff and a sudden respect was born in us for this great mountain which stood so immobile through all the seasons and the storms and we somehow drew strength from its greatness. Down now into the forest again — and soon we began to run over the trail with little stones flying out from our feet and late afternoon descended into the woods and the thrush sang its evening song, and its song was echoed in our hearts. New Hampshire Troubadour11 MOTHERLIQUOR There is a place in our fair land apart Where safe from Daiquiri or reeky rye Man taxes all his chemistry and art To brew the drink for which some children cry Which elders toiling up New England trails Pause to withdraw in bottles from their packs Which country stores display with ice in pails — As native as spruce gum or lumberjacks. It's beer, birch beer, Without a peer The finest friend At journey's end. Come, take a swig And taste the twig, And praise research That gave us birch. New Hampshire is the state. I name her first, Perhaps because I went there long ago And climbed the Sandwich Range and raised a thirst, And drank a bottle I had bought below. Thus Marco Polo sampling China tea, Or one who gave the world the coffee craze And died unsung — some Turk or Arab, he — And thus myself. I drank, and now I praise. No rye or Scotch Comes near the Notch No gin or rum While there be some To love, to cheer, The best birch beer (The white, the brown) And drink it down. 1 2The January 1945 WILLIAM C. DRAKE Start of a day's skiing at Jackson in the Eastern Slope Region New England speaks of "tonic," meaning "pop" — Like sarsaparilla, known to every child But that's a root, and it will never top White Mountain birch, all sunny and all wild. Back in a hundred villages remote From traffic and superior cuisine, I know a finer minor antidote To all the ills of man and his machine. Drink all you want In green Vermont, The State of Maine, Then drink again The clear, the crude, New Hampshire-brewed, And sing in church: God save the birch! — David McCord Reprinted by permission from "And What's More," by David McCord, Coward-McCann, Inc., New York City New HampshireTroubadour1 3 Front Cover from Kodachrome by Guy L. Shorey. Back Cover, Mts. Adams, Jefferson, and Washington of the Presidential Range, White Mountains, from Jefferson Highlands. Photo by Winston Pote. ^ywr The annual winter Recreational Calendar is now being distributed, and we shall be glad to send you a copy. It lists ski lifts, ski schools, winter events, and hotels and ski lodges with rates. ^yfJT State House circles are getting a chuckle out of one advertisement appearing in the 1945 edition of the Brown Book, official social register of the incoming state legislature. A local firm of funeral directors is listed with other Concord business firms in greeting the new lawmakers. Their ad states: "Welcome to the members of the New Hampshire Legislature. We arc glad you're here. Please call upon us for any service we can render you." — Concord Monitor. Pueblo, Colorado. - Justice of the Peace S. A. Bates, who offered to perform free marriage ceremonies for couples from Vermont and New Hampshire to round out his record of weddings for couples from all 48 states, performed a free ceremony here for Corporal Donald S. Cochrane and Miss Barbara E. Smart, who comes from Dover, N. H. He has one state to go. — New York Herald Tribune. ^jor NEWHAMPSHIREHILLS Where ray mind's eye will wander far Away from jungles, coral isles, To sunny fields where corn shocks stand A marking of a better land. Where other customs, other styles Cling to these war-warped memories. I look across a moonlit sea With other thoughts possessing me, Trout streams, woods where fallen snow Revealswhichwaythe"white-tails" go — But clearest yet of all these things Beyond the foamy coral frills, I see them day and night the same, ThosebeautifulNewHampshire Hills. - Lester H. Hancock, USNR 14 The January 1945 "Pep, Pills, and Politics" is a new book by Dr. Arthur W. Hopkins of West Swanzey, New Hampshire. Dr. Hopkins is a graduate of Dartmouth and has been a practicing physician in West Swanzey for many years. The book is an account of his experiences as a country practitioner. In a review of the book in the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine by Prof. L. B. Richardson this comment is made: "His career, modest as it is, has been one of high utility and great interest. That interest is well reflected in this story of his life." (Vermont Printing Company. $2.50.) On December 13, 1944, Dartmouth College reached its 175th birthday, but in place of the formal ceremonies which would attend the occasion in peacetime, the college simply had another busy day of Navy and civilian wartime service. Present civilian enrollment of 240 barely matches that of a century ago, but the trustees have declined to curtail the regular liberal arts curriculum no matter how great the wartime shrinkage. This has been Dartmouth's way of keeping faith with its educational tradition and with its self-chosen mission. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORDPRESS CONCORDNH Fifty-five New Hampshire clergymen representing nine different religions are serving as chaplains in the armed forces. The first bomb loosed from a B-29 Bomber flown by Capt. Clayton F. Gray on a combat mission over Japan was marked "Cindy to Tojo, in honor of his infant daughter, Lucinda. Mrs. Gray is a native of Keene, New Hampshire, and Capt. Gray is a recent Dartmouth graduate. On the summit of Mt.Washington, looking down the Tuckerman Headwall, Boott Spur in background WINSTON POTE THETIMEWILLCOME By Pauline Soroka Chadwell e wi'l come — He will return to be b.ved hills, where seasons come and go tides of beauty's changing sea — j of brilliant autumn fire, deep snow anced drifts, bright song of early spring Ing brooks, sweet smell of scented hay In.renched fields, clean barns, stone walls to bring iost peace to heart and mind, some day. nt, his head is heavy with the jungle heat, .heart is sated with the tropic sun and rain /t something in his aching body fights defeat, ..remembering the hills and skies of home again — And in the sodden night, he dreams of mountain air. 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Dale and Family The New Hampshire Troubadour COMES TO YOU EVERY MONTH SINGING THE PRAISES OF NEW HAMPSHIRE, A STATE WHOSE BEAUTY AND OPPORTUNITIES SHOULD TEMPI' YOU TO COME AND SHARE THOSE GOOD THINGS THAT MAKE IIII HERESODELIGHTFUL.ITISSENTTOYOUBY THE STATE PLANNING AND DEVELOPMENT COMMISSION AT CONCORD, NEW HAMPSHIRE. FIFTY CENTS A YEAR VOLUMExvi THORSTEN V . KAUJARVI, editor January, I 947 A New Year's Greeting! NUMBER 10 TONIGHT the New Hampshire hills lie silent and snow-blanketed under a motionless s\ irl of brilliant stars. The cheerful lights of town twinkle, and the streets arc almost deserted. This is a scene of peace and contentment, an ideal setting in which to con- template the challenges and promises of the new- year. To all TROUBADOUR readers I wish a happy and prosperous New Year, with success in meeting the problems of the day and of the future. May this new year bring you increased health and happiness! New Hampshire Troubadour CHARLES M. DALE Governor 3 THE GREAT WHITE HILLS by Ernest Poole (Excerpts from the book with the same title.) Most of us in these mountains now look for an immense increase in skiing and other winter sports, skiing is oldet than most people know. More than a thousand years ago historians in China spoke of the Snowshoe Turks, the Kirgiz and Bayerku and Liu-Knei tribes, who on "snow sucks" skied in Siberia and north ol the Gobi Desert and far up in Kamchatka. In these last decades, in Siberia, New Zealand and Australia the sport was revived and in Europe it spread from Norway and Sweden, Germany, Austria and the Swiss Alps all through the Balkan countries and down to Greece and France and Spain and the ace skier of Italy told me just before the war that 70,000 were skiing from XIt. Aetna m the Alps. Countless thousands of ski troops were trained and their numbers were multi- plied in the war. From these hills Walter Prager, Selden 11 at ma and little Dick Durrance, American champion, trained ski paratroops in the Rockies. Thousands of their pupils served in Alaska and over- seas. Will they stop skiing when they come home.' I doubt it. Once you've really learned the game, you never want to give up this racing down the mountain runs. Moreover, as the life of this nation speeds up for most young people, they will want ski centers close to their jobs and for the eastern pari of out country this high region is (lose even now , and soon the air services being planned from the cities will bring it closer still. So it is thai our prophets are talking of week ends when all through the great White 11 ills tens of thousands of skiers will come dovt n in great airplanes from the sky for two dats of while magic here, and in Summer busy men in New York 4 The January 1947 may lly up in an hour or two for week ends with their fami- lies. So this mountain area will be i ipened up as never before, as a place for the raving of recreation and rest in our summer and winter sports, in boarding schools and slimmer camps, hotels and sanitaria. The lish and game resources will be developed and increased so will die nails and mountain Inns, ski runs and jumps, snow carnivals. And these will be by no means only for mere visitors, for all these activities will keep here thou- sands of our young folks who in die pasi drifted oil'to the towns, and to diem will be added thou- sands of others weary from war and tired of eilies. who will come and settle down, some to run ski inns, stores and shops and others to teaeh in schools or to help in our .sanitaria. For young doctors of die both or mind I know no liner work in life than to develop mountain homes for boys disabled or exhausted by war, to put nets life into litem and either send them back reach to cope with cities or keep them here and lit them into work in this new life in the hills. [thousands of young couples, loo, will come up and buy old latins. i modern methods and modern tools die farm labor will be .Yew Hampshire Troubadour Monadnock Mt.Jram Petarborough EAMES STUDIO Ml. Adams from die glen somewhat eased and made to produce as never before, and close ready markets will be here. Wood lots will be developed, too our larger forests will be conserved and tlicir products will be used in big and little shops and mills to give employment the year around. Easy? No. On farms the labor will still be hard, weaklings will be weeded out and only the strong left as new permanent citizens. But for all hill lovers a grand clean life is waiting here, nor will it be lonely as in the past, for not only will the airplane, the automo- bile and the telephone bind us all by closer ties, but to us in these mountain homes the radio and television will add their service to that of the city newspapers which come here now. The noted con- ductor Stokowsky once spent a couple of nights in our house and he prophesied that to countless homes will come the music of great orchestras not only from this country but from all over Europe, too, while the art treasures of the world will be pictured by tele- vision. "When you wish to see some lovely old Chinese vase in a museum overseas," he declared, "you will go to your telephone in the morn- ing and ask that it be shown to you, for a small charge, perhaps to- 6 The"January1947 HAROLD ORHE night at nine o'clock and at that hour on your screen that same lovely vase will appear, and a scholar speaking in English will tell you about it as he turns it this way and that." So even to our mountain homes the future world may come at night. But outside there will still be the deep pine forests all around and the mountains looming high against the frosty silent stars. In a million million years from now, by slide and erosion they will be levelled nearly down to our valleys, so the geologists say. But mean- while men will still look up to the hills whence cometh strength for bodies, minds and spirits in this tumultuous world of ours. BOSWORTH OLD HALL RUGBY HUBBANDS BOSWORTH 286 E d ito r: NEW HAMPSHIRE TROUBADOUR Dear Sir: Though, alas, I may not be a "prospective motorist" in New Hampshire, could I please have a copy of your "Autumn Foliage Bulletin"? I expect that it isn't enough sweet agony for me to re- ceive the TROUBADOUR each month — that I must tear the wound which was caused at parting nearly forty years ago with more vi- sion of the countryside I love so well. I expect that the enchantment of remembrance makes me believe that each stick and stone of New Hampshire has special virtue, that nowhere else on earth do the brooks run so gently, nor is the air so golden, no lakes are ever so sparkling, no birds so melodious nor flowers so lovely. Where else do tiger lilies consort with a wayside post-box, or blue-birds sing among pink apple blossoms against a clear crisp sky? Where ever else can sunshine be silver on the bark of birch trees and golden on their leaves — sparkling living sunshine — unhampered on its way from Heaven? Neiv Hampshire Troubadour 7 October 14, 1946 I have much for which to thank my friendly countrymen — especially during our need in England —but to whomever has caused the I Rtn HAOIII i< to be sent to me so regularly I owe a debt of gratitude which it is hard to explain for it comes from the vers mots ol my being the very heart of m soul which receives so much joy from your little publication. Am 1 overbold in asking for further courtesy? tf so I hope you will forgive my longing. Very truly, 1 lit IN ( Avmnii.i. P.S. It may be of interest to you to know that I pass uw eopv on to the Headmaster of Rugby School — there he and the youth of England may learn of beauties of our home stale. THE BATTLE OF MT, WASHINGTON Lf <L. y. Eoiktr The time came when our peaceful kind Was faced with warring change An enemy swept in and took The Presidential Range. Their generals found upon the map Mi. Washington's elevation "Now that's the place," they cried, "for guns! A post for observation! "East's highest point, with train and road - Oh, militan blisst Don't bother with the oilier peaks, We'll concentrate on this." 7 he January VW m >-^r*> j€ 10 They sent up troops with guns and bombs And watched for bloody news But weeks went by. They onlv got White Mountain post card views. When scouts were sent to stir things up, The scouts would disappear And send back coded messages: "Grand! wish that you were here!" The generals said, "We'll see ourselves—" They found there was no seeing. Mt. Washington was in a cloud. But they enjoyed the skiing. No observations could they make To fire off a gun. The snow went but the cloud remained The trails, they learned, were fun. So when the cloud blew off they were Too busy with the quest: Was Huntington or Tuckerman Or King Ravine the best? Just as they found the lesser peaks Were quite as good for play, The war came to an end and they Were told to go away. And, as they packed their rusty guns In sad evacuation. They murmured, "Let's come back next year For our two weeks' vacation!" The January 1947 SINGING YANKEES by Lewis Gannett THEY say that Americans arc not a singing people, but there is the record of the Hutchinson family to confound such skeptics. Philip D. Jordan, a history professor with an obvious frustrated passion to become a novelist, tells their story in "Singin' Yankees" (Univer- sity of Minnesota Press, S3.50). The Singing Sons and Daughters of Jesse It was about 1839 that signs were posted on the Town House of Milford, N. H., and in the covered bridge, proclaiming that "The eleven sons and two daughters of the tribe of Jesse will sing at the Baptist Meeting-house on Thanksgiving Evening at 7 o'clock." Old Jesse Hutchinson liked to hear his children chant the anthem written to commemorate the conversion of Deacon Giles's distillery into a temperance hall: "King Alcohol is very sly, A liar from the first, He'll make you drink until you're dry, Then drink because you thirst." But Jesse got tired of the eternal noise he made his children practice outside the house, behind a rock in the hay field, and he refused to contribute a cent when four of his offspring set off for Boston to study singing. They earned their way one as a type- setter, another sawing wood, and two tending store. One, to his own distaste, even served rum and whisky by the glass, which was then a normal part of grocery-store routine. They called themselves the "Aeolian Vocalists" when they gave their first pay concert by candlelight in East Wilton, N. H., for a net profit of six and a half cents. Already they had composed, and set to gospel music, the song that was to make them fatuous, "We've come down from the mountains of the Old Granite State," ending New Hampshire Troubadour 11 with a recitative of the thirteen Hutchinsons' Biblical names. In the summer of 1842, in a two-horse $75 carryall, three brothers and twelve-year-old sister Abby set out on tour upstate to Dartmouth, across the Connecticut River to Woodstock, Yt., down through Saratoga Springs to Albany and back East to Boston. Musical suc- cess came faster in those days than in this. The success of the Hutchinson family's first concert, in Melodeon Hall in Boston, on Sept. 13, led them to engage the hall again on Sept. 17, and to give a third performance on the 20th. "Get Off the Trad'' I lies sang temperance songs, a tear-jerker called "The Vulture of the Alps," and stirring anti-slavery songs composed by the Hutchinsons themselves, such as "Get Off the Track" ("the Emancipation train is coining") and "lite Bereaved Slave Mother." The public loved their home-grown balladry. The) even sang in Xiblo's Garden and Saloon in New York for a fee of $50(1, which must have hurt their teetotal consciences. They toured England, and while London was cool, Charles Dickens invited them to dinner and the provinces welcomed them, Then came trouble. The stay-at-home brothers were jealous the) formed a rival troop, billed under the same name and singing the same songs. The original group broke up. Some of the boys married, and the wives wanted to sing, too. Some formed other partnerships at one time five dillerent Hutchinson combinations were on tour. And eventually their insistence upon anti-slavery songs got them roundly hissed in New York and barred from the halls in St. Louis. For almost half a century some of the singing the Hutchinsons were on tour. One group of Hutchinsons toured the mining camps of California in the 1850s. Another helped popularize "John Brown's Body" at the beginning of the Civil War it was they who made 12 The January l<>17 "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground" familiar toward the end of the war. Mr. Jordan acutely points out that the early Civil War songs were belligerent, the later ones homesick, as in other wars the author and composer of the mournful strains of "Tenting on the Old Camp Ground," an old New Hampshire friend of the I lutchinsons, was a soldier himself. One of the original group died of a fever, but his voire continued to be heard, by William Lloyd Garrison among others, at the spir- itualist seances conducted by the fox Sisters. One became insane and committed suicide. Still another helped found twin pioneer communities, named Harmony and Hutchinson, in Minnesota. Singing for Pence John Hutchinson survived longest. It was he who. at Cooper Union in 1870. put across "The Drunkard's Child" ("You ask me why so oft, lather, the tear rolls down my cheek. . . . It breaks my heart to think that 1 ant called a drunkard's child"), lie sang at the Republican National Convention of 1892 and in 1905 went to Portsmouth to sing the disputing Russians and Japanese into peace. He was eighty-four at the time. The outlanders didn't listen to him, but a fifty-year-old singing teacher front Washington fell in love with him and married him. All this is rich Americana. Unfortunately, to get at the gist of the story, one has to wade through Mr. Jordan's earnest efforts to repro- duce Hutchinson family conversation as he thinks it may have sounded. Mr. Jordan is belter as historian than novelist, and the facts are eloquent enough without fictional grace notes. For the Ilutchinsons were American folk singers of significance. From our smug plateau of 1 ''46 it is pleasant to recall that a century ago they were singing "There's a good time coining, boys, A good time a uniug. . . . Nations shall not quarrel then. To prove which is the stronger." — From the New York Herald-Tribunt New Hampshire Troubadour 13 FRONT COVER: M t. Jefferson from the glen between Pinkham Notch and Gotham. Color Photograph by Winston Pote. BACK COVER: New Hampshire winter. Eric Sanford. PAGE NINE: Tuckerman Ravine. Victor Beaudoin. ^jor September 17,1946 Thorsten V . Kalijarvi, Editor TROUBADOUR Concord, New Hampshire Dear Sir: One ofour great pleasures at our summer home Deep Shadows," located on the side of Bald Mt., West Campton, N . H . (seven miles north of Plymouth) is to watch nightly for the turning on of the beacon light .11 mountain station, Iramway, Cannon Mt.Thelight must b e a t least thirty-five miles away b u t w e see it clearly from o u r sightly home. It shines brightly like a great star, and we often won- der o n h o w many other homes it is casting its warm hospitable glow. Would it be possible to arrange alittlewriteupabout itinTROUBA- ln1!k.'I,o(atedasilis,nearK inthe centre of the state, it must have b e - come dear to hundreds. 1 1 Cannon Mountain from our Cottage resembles a prostrate child — We call her Baby Stuart — In the morning when t h e s u n shines brightly on the rose colored ledges which form the left wall of Franconia Notch we see her as a strawberry blonde — She is our breakfast guest and lovely to look upon and at night we know she is still there b y the twinkle of the diamond on the tip of her nose, brilliant in the blackness. The light spreading cheer a n d comfort across t h e countryside is symbolic of the great eternal light, so very near a n d ever present in these majestic mountains. We hope brightly. ^y it will always shine Very truly, LENA P . KNOWLTON The State Forestry tion Commission lias gift to the state of the Madison boulder, the largest boulder in New Hampshire, and ten acres of land from Frank E . a n d Robert Kennett of Conway and Leon O . Gerry of Concord. T h e mighty rock, which was brought two miles and de- posited in its present position by The January 1947 a n d accepted t h e Recrea- HAROLD Madison BouUer the great glacier, is estimated to weigh 765(1 tons, is 70 feet long, 30 feet wide and 40 feet high. The site will become a new state recreation a r e a ^jor NEW HAMPSHIRE AUTHORS AND BOOKS "The Countryman's Cookbook," by Haydn Pearson, published by Whittlesey House, New York, price $3, contains many New Hampshire recipes, personal references, and attractive photographs of kitchens and harvest scenes. New Hampshire Troubadour RUMFORD PRESS CONCORD. N. H. The Dartmouth Winter Carnival will be held February 15 and 16, 1947. The New England Sled Dog Club plans to schedule sled dog races every weekend during Janu- ary and February at New Hamp- shire town and community winter carnivals. The excellence of winter driving conditions in New Hampshire has brought great fame to the New Hampshire Highway Department, which promises to maintain its usual efficiency during the present season. Crews go into action at any time of day or night. A system of observation and reports assures prompt notice of storm or other conditions calling for plowing or sanding. Many of the highways are entirely clear of snow and ice a few hours after they have been plowed. ^yYJr New Hampshire is to have a booth and exhibit on the fourth floor of the 1947 Motor Boat Show to be held at Grand Central Palace, New York, January 10-18. 1 5 NOSTALGIA by Roslind E. Wallace For one brief glimpse of mountains' winter charm: New Hampshire in her glistening garments clad Far distant from the easy things of man, Entranced by ever-changing peaks ahead: All urgency of life and pressing claims For mountain's winter charm a poor exchange. The winding roads now white with purest snow, And icy rivers winding through the glen Oh, what great rapture thrills all those who know And oft return to mountain heights again— To memories and enchantments that enthrall, Land of all joys. New Hampshire beautiful. iHg 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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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 JANUARY 1950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. State Planning and Development Commission, Concord, New Hampshire. One dollar a year. Entered as second-class matter. May 31, 1949, at the Post Office at Concord, New Hampshire, under the Act of March 3, 1879. The chapters of life are years, toni<rht one passes Into the mist as others have gone before. It seems like leaving a house one loved to live in. And softly closing the door. A door that cannot ever, ever, open; The last sunset has tlained within tin* west. The last dear words been said, the last kiss given; The old year sinks to rest. good bye, good bye, and let the heart rememer The hours like golden lights to treasure long. And use like lanterns through the New Year coining. For faith, and love, and song. ANDREW M. HEATH, Editor Volume XIX JANUARY, 1950 Number 10 The Old Year Passes — From Kansas Cilv Poetry Magazine 3EASTERN SLOPE JUNIOR SKIING btj iflfjri. (jeorcje i3. eJlomai The junior ski program of the Eastern Slope Ski Club was organized the first year of the club’s existence in 1936 under the leadership of the president, Chester Emerson. It has been one of the club’s prime interests. Noel Wellman with Mr. Emerson and other members felt that the establishment of a healthy ski tradition for local youngsters was important. Very few of the residents then were participating in the sport. When word was passed around that a junior slalom would be run every Saturday afternoon, it wasn’t long before quite a number of enthusiastic young people were taking part in the weekly races. The prizes of skis, boots, bindings, and poles, awarded by the Rotary Club were a great incentive. By the end of the winter skiing was no longer thought of as an exclusive sport for out-of-town visitors. From then on the junior program continued to expand. In the 1937 1938 season an instructor from the Hannes Schneider Ski School was assigned to teach controlled skiing to the boys and girls of the region. A committee arranged for equipment to be obtained for two dollars a set by young skiers who could not afford to pay the actual cost. In the third season blackboard instruction in a school room was added. By now many of the skiers were becoming successful in outside competition. Then came World War II, and the junior program lapsed for the duration. In January 1946 the program was revived with 85 “eager beaver” North Conway boys and girls enrolled. The instructors were enthusiastic local amateur skiers approved by Hannes Schneider. A few of these were pupils in the original junior program of 1936. A late start and the sudden disappearance ofJUDY MCKINNEY Eastern Slope junior skiers, with their bin numbers, ull set for races in the junior skiing program. snow made the season short. Plans were made to insure an early start the following year and include the whole region. The 1 946-1947 season started with a meeting of representatives from each interested town in the region. Because of transportation and other problems, each town provided its own instructors on local terrain. Center Conway combined its activities with those ofERIC M. SANFORD A slalom racer at Wol/eboro. North Conway. The head instructor was assisted by approved amateur skiers who taught everything from putting on their first skis to the third graders to slalom running for the eighth graders. The usual problem of equipment was solved by donations of second-hand equipment, a required entrance fee to the first club meeting of the year. This collection was supplemented by brand new equipment donated anonymously. That season the junior program members participated for the first time since the war in outside team competition, and returned with prizes. The season culminated in a ski day for all the classes from those who didn’t know how to put on skis the first day to the successful racers on the teams. More than thirty prizes were awarded in the various classes. The junior program was made a part of the North Conway school 6 The January 1950curriculum in 1947-1948, with attendance records and all the fixings. For the second year a paid head instructor was in charge on the slope. Besides the head instructor, Hannes Schneider approved twelve volunteer amateur instructors all of whom were proud to be selected and a little scared at their responsibilities, — most particularly when the head instructor took them to the top of Cranmore Mountain for a pre-school run before assigning them to classes. It was the first run of the year for many of the twelve, and there were those who relaxed so completely that sitzmarks had to be filled in. Close cooperation bad been established by the time they reached die base station. Every week from then on pre-school runs were the order of the day for the instructors, come what might. Arm bands were another innovation, and they were a source of competition and enthusiasm. They were given to each child as he or she wras promoted from one class to the next, each class having a different designation. Again there was the problem of equipment. It was solved from three sources, — donations from some ski accessory manufacturers, donations from club members and friends, and purchases made from the junior program fund. This equipment is loaned to the children. Each child is responsible for keeping his or her equipment in good order. Again the Carroll Reed Ski Shop facilitated matters by making the major repairs free of charge. The junior program went into competition outside on a larger scale than ever before. Eastern Slope raced Hanover twice, splitting the honors; then the Emerson School for Boys, North Conway winning; and finally the Eastern Junior Championships at Stowe, Vermont, where a good showing was made. The finale was ski day for the program members at Cranmore. Three age-groups ran downhill and slalom competition. The top three winners in each group received ribbons and pins. Two special American Legion trophies were awarded for permanent possession to the girl and boy with the highest total points for the day.Tlie junior ski program for the North Conway district had a short 1949 season as there was no snow till the last week in January. It started with an exciting and busy week, however, including time trials, news reel movies and television, plus races. All those who had reached the stem christie classes were eligible for the time trials and the best of these made up the team to race at the end of the week. This policy was followed before each race during the season. Movies for news reels and television were taken, following the children from the time they came out of the school door and boarded the busses, through their classes with their respective instructors, till they left the slope on the busses for home. In the course of the season the children were shown colored slides of the ski troops in the Canadian Rockies and Colorado by the head instructor. Bob Mor- rel. Bob took the pictures while on duty with the ski troops, and explained various snow conditions, activities, and problems that were met. Paula Kami talked to the children of her ski experiences and eventual participation on the Olympic team representing the United States. She explained the hard work of preparation in order to achieve this honor. The grand finale of the junior program season, a graduation for all those who had taken part, wasM IImnikcr. on March 20. Each of the 170 youngsters from Conway, Intervale, and North Conway was provided with big red and white numerals. Some of the small stars found the numbers bigger than they were. Two slopes in good condition, new terrain to all youngsters, were used, and participants were divided according to ability. Slalom races were run for all. Much interest was shown by all in town either as gatekeepers or as audience, and the young entrants received much encouragement. The A group, consisting of the top christie classes, ran a slalom first and then proceeded to another slope for proficiency tests. These tests, which measured the ability of each skier to execute a traverse, snow plow, stem, and stem christie turn, were an innovation this year. Two certified professional instructors scored the children in this event. Five ribbons were given in each group. The American Legion trophies were presented on behalf of Post 95, North Conway, to the boy and girl who each obtained the highest number of points in the combination slalom and proficiency events. These trophies are the highest honor in our junior ski program. The junior program has been fine for the youngsters and successful in establishing local ski tradition.E AMES STUDIO A church at Boscauen. Note the Imre mud, which is typical nj New Hampshire highways in winter. FRIED SALT PORK AND MILK GRAVY Pearion From The Countryman's Cookbook Half a century ago people knew the goodness of fried salt pork, but in recent years this meat has for some reason fallen into disrepute.In the seventeenth century when the settlers from Plymouth, Boston, Salem, and Nevvburyport pushed inland and established new towns, it was accepted practice to set aside a “common” - a community-owned area on which the pigs and cows could graze. It was the job of boys and girls to tend the livestock and at night return the animals to the log-cabin barns and barnyards. In the fall the pigs were driven to the oak and beech groves, where they fattened on the “mast” — the acorns and beechnuts. After the Indians were driven back from the Eastern seaboard, it was a custom in many areas, particularly the South, to let the hogs run wild and hustle for their own living. Wild razorback hogs still roam the hills and valleys of the southern Appalachians. Salt pork was a meat that would keep through the hot summer weather. As the successive steps of the frontier across the nation w'ere taken, hogs went along as part of the livestock. A pioneer would shoot deer and bear and bison for winter's food, and some of this was “jerked” or salted for hot-weather use. The wave of farmers that followed each wave of explorers and scouts brought their livestock. Father Pearson was raised on a hillside farm in Madison, N. H., and more than once he woidd tell us children stories of farm life in the days of the 1870’s to 1890. Those were the times when a family raised practically all its food. Maple sugar or sirup plus molasses was sweetening. Only well-to-do folks could afford white sugar. Families raised corn and wheat and buckwheat and had it ground at the local mill. They never thought of buying vegetables or fruits. A farm raised all its own meat, and salt pork, several barrels of it, was “put down” after butchering time in the early winter. I can remember how, about 1910, we put down a big hogshead full of the meat each winter. It was kept in brine and the barrel stood under the cellar stairs. Sometimes Mother would ask me on a summer morning to bring up a piece of pork for dinner. If I was too lazy to light a kerosene lantern, 1 had to stick my arm into thecrackling, cold-smelling brine, and fish around for the right-sized piece. We always put the salt pork down by sizes. There were the \ ■> pound pieces that went in the big bean pot for Saturday’s beans; there were smaller pieces for use when Mother wanted to use salt pork instead of bacon for frying potatoes for supper. Then there were the 1 1 > and 2 pound pieces to be used when salt pork was to be the meal's meat. For just the six of us, a pound and a half was about right, but in haying, harvesting, and apple-picking time, there were extra men to feed, and a salt-pork dinner was expected once in a while. There’s an art to frying salt pork. Preparations should begin early in the morning, and if you want to know the complete tangy, chewy, goodness of the meat, be sure to get a piece that has generous streaks of lean in it. Cut the pork into slices that are a bit more titan a quarter inch thick and place them in a kettle of warm water on the back of the stove. This takes out some of the excessive saltiness and bite. If you’re using pork for a noon dinner, the freshening should start by eight o’clock; for supper begin the soaking about one o’clock. Change the water two or three times. When it comes time to fry it, remove from the water, let drain a few minutes, and then dip each piece, both sides, in flour. The cooking should not be hurried. Put the slices in a greased iron spider and let the heat increase gradually. Fry until both sides are a rich, crusty brown. The meat needs to be well cooked, so that it is brittle and crackly. With plenty of new boiled potatoes and lots of rich milk gravy, this is good grub. When a man has had half a dozen slices, he has fuel to keep him going at his work. There are differences of opinion about the best dessert to go with a salt-pork dinner. But after the salty tang of the pork there are few things better than a dish or two of Indian pudding with three or four sugar cookies as a final punctuation mark. Recipe for Farm-style Salt-pork Fat-flavored Gravy There are ways and ways of making milk sauce, often called‘white sauce,” hut here’s the only way to get the superb flavor that’s possible in this gravy. Use a double boiler. XEVER use a saucepan directly over the fire. Into the double boiler put 4 generous tablespoons of pork fat from fried salt pork, 3 moderately heaped tablespoons of flour, a little salt and pepper. Cream the ingredients and when blended add 2yA cups of whole milk. Let the mixture cook until of the right consistency. New Hampshire winter scenery ilrans artists, anil t ire versa. Here an artist is intrkinn with ails near Echo l.nke in Franconia Notch. DOUGLAS B. ORl'NIiVFront Cover: Looking north from Cannon Mountain. Color photo by Eric M. Sanford. Back Cover: A snug ski lodge near North Conway. Photo by Eric M. Sanford. Frontispiece: Skiers and chair lift at Thorn Mountain ski area, Jackson, with peaks of the Presidential Range in the background. Photo by Holland. Mrs. Lomas, author of the article on junior skiing in this issue, was one of a group which met at Franconia in January 1949 to form a league for junior skiers of Franconia, Hanover, North Conway, and Sun- apee, New Hampshire, and Rutland, Vermont, each of the five communities entering two-team groups in league competitions. One team included skiers 9 to 11 years of age; the other, skiers who had reached their twelfth birthday but not the ninth grade in school. The New Hampshire symphony orchestra expects to give concerts this season in most of the larger cities of the state. The musicians are from many communities, some of them traveling a hundred miles or more for the weekly rehearsals. NEW HAMPSHIRE BOOKS AND AUTHORS Wooden Dollars. By Henry I. Baldwin in collaboration with Edgar L. Hccrmance, Boston: Federal Reserve Bank of Boston, 1949. 127 pages with numerous photographs and charts. Paper bound. Free. A report, “Hayfever Studies in New Hampshire 1948,” has been issued by the State Department of Health at Concord. The 1950 racing schedule of the New England Sled Dog Club includes races at the following New Hampshire towns: Jan. 1,2 — Lancaster Jan. 7, 8 — F'itzwilliam Jan. 14, 15 — Pittsfield Jan. 21, 22 —Jackson Jan. 28, 29 — Newport Feb. 18, 19 — Littleton The locality where races will be held Feb. 11 and 12 has not been announced. The races are usually held in connection with winter carnivals in the towns listed. The first race was at Tamworth on Dec. 31. Further information may be ob- 14 The January 1950tained from Charlotte P. Duval, secretary, the New England Sled Dog Club, Inc., Turnpike Road, Eastjaffrey, N. H. The 1949-1950 circulating exhibition of the New Hampshire Art Association, after showings at the Currier Gallery of Art, Manchester, and the Carpenter Galleries, Dartmouth College, Hanover, in November and December, is scheduled as follows: Jan. — University of New Hampshire, Durham; Feb. The Fitchburg (Mass.) Art Center; March Colby Junior College, New London; April Keene Teachers’ College, Keene; July — Sharon Art Center, Sharon; Aug. — The Ballroom Gallery, Effingham. My wife and I are residents of Illinois, but when vacation time comes we are more than willing to go as far as New Hampshire to spend it. VVe tried it once, with an invitation from my wife’s aunt, Mrs. Robert D. Fletcher, who lives in Concord and spends her summers at Stinson Lake, and liked it so much we have repeated the visit seven times. Fletcher cottiifte at Stinson Lake, Humney. There arc a few things about an old cottage at the south end of the lake which we think would be of interest to your readers. The main room and upstairs were built in 1895. The frame of the house came from an abandoned saw mill on Stinson Brook and the floor upstairs from an old saw mill at West Rumney. The w indows are from the old State Hospital in Concord. In 1896 the front porch floor was built, and the steps came from a hotel in Rumney. In 1897 the porch roof was added. In 1898 the kitchen was built. In 1926 the dining room was added in place of a rear porch, and the house wras wired for electricity. The chimney and fireplace were not added until 1928. The cottage was originally owned by George M. Fletcher, father of Robert I). Fletcher. After all these years the original part of this cottage is still in good condition. Mr. and Mrs. M. A. Hovvk Maywood, IllinoisI have soon tin* hills and valloys Wrapped in silence, soft and white, And (lio moonshine spread its mantle Made of magic silver light. Felt t Ik* warmth of home fin's burning With their ruddy cheery glow Seemed to hoar the voice of angels Singing out across the snow. From a poem. New bJmjhmd Year, by ltut.li It. Field ’ JAN 9 _ ZS50 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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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