by Lawrence Rathbun IN THE BEGINNING America was a forest, and the finest for the use of man to be found in the world. Her trees furnished the first raw materials for permanent settlement; fence posts and rails, rough logs, and planks. By 1631 a little mill at the mouth of the Piscataqua River in […]
by Percival S. Howe Jr. FROM ITS EARLIEST days New Hampshire’s development and prosperity have been dependent in large measure upon its water power and its forests, for industry sought out sites upon its rivers, and from its forests have grown the lumber industry. In the past decade, however, industry in the State has not […]
by Hon. Andrew L. Felker GLADYS HASTY CARROLL in her story “As the Earth Turns” gives a delightful glimpse of rural New England life as if it was lived and enjoyed in the good old “horse and buggy days”; as one thrifty old New Hampshire Yankee termed them, “The Pod Auger days.” While one would […]
1935 New Hampshire Model by Beth Tolman Credit: Drawing by F.W.P. Tolman WHAT HAS HAPPENED to the jigs, reels, quadrilles, and hornpipes that used to rollick America back in its teens? Who does them now and where are they danced? The answer, of course, depends upon what section of the country you speak from. In […]
As told by Herbert F. Nichols When I was a boy and used to come here—when I first come here Aunt Betsy and Aunt Luce was both alive. Betsy was really the drudge of the family—she went out and helped Uncle Ely hay—he had a wife before her and Aunt Lucy Upton. Her father cleared […]
by George Stewart MAIN STREET BOYHOOD. By George Stewart.—In contrast with the boyhoods of those whose parents remained in the East—of those who are growing up now in a planned economy—this article presents a lively, rugged interest. The author, now minister of the First Presbyterian Church in Stamford, Connecticut, summers in Harrisville, N. H. OUR […]
by Kenneth Brown Mr. Brown, well known for his novels of Virginia and Africa, is of long New England ancestry. His present home in Dublin, N. H., built by Thomas Wentworth Higginson, was occupied by Senator Beveridge when the latter was writing his Life of John Marshall. RECENTLY I sat between Gertrude Stein and Alice […]
by Frederika James The moonlight falls on hill and plain— The moonlight falls on me: The moon brings madness to the brain, But the mad are only those who see No yesterdays . . . nor days to be. Plant your beans when moons are bright, And you have beans to sell; But painted posts […]
by Henry Davis Nadig New England elders never worry About December’s snowy flurry. Prophets of all varieties, They never cater to or please With sage prognostications of The whims of things that hang above. Rather the Yankee sits alone Beneath the winter monotone, Content to save his comments till The New Year shines upon the […]
by Oliver Jenkins IT IS ELECTION day. Samson awakes with a start and sits up in bed as though snapped by a spring. All at once he remembers that it is election day and he laughs thinking how strange it is that he can get out of bed in the morning as governor and maybe […]
by Eugenia Frothingham IT WAS “a great while since, a long, long time ago” that the sea flung a Christian saint upon the shore of an Italian island and the holy man turned himself to silver where he lay. In this precious and amazing condition he was found by natives, who built him a cathedral […]
by Gordon F .Tolman MASON GADD WAS a little man with stooped shoulders and a fringe of gray hair showing beneath his battered felt hat, and eyes of faded blue like the sky near the horizon on a cloudless winter day. He seemed even more diminutive than usual as he stood behind the huge red […]
