I think I must have been about eight years old the first time I felt the Atlantic Ocean at the Cape call to me. I remember that particular trip so well: the first whiff of the briny air, the turn up a sandy dirt road, and my mother saying, “Listen you can hear the ocean […]
When government agencies began wildlife recovery programs in the late 1930s, wild turkeys were a priority. Now, they seem to be everywhere.
If there is a straight line in the state of Vermont I have never seen it. Vermont is, by seasonal turns, a green or white landscape of hills and mountains, hollows, valleys, and gorges, all bucking and turning and curvilinear in the extreme. Vermont is also, perhaps because it is located upriver from New York, […]
By JD Hale Publisher, Yankee Magazine For those of you who are cycling enthusiasts, there are many levels of rides and beautiful roads to enjoy in the Monadnock region. Just yesterday there were about 15 cyclists in our Dublin parking lot unloading their bikes out of two pickup trucks. They were a 65+ age group, […]
By Eileen Terrill Managing Editor, Yankee Magazine One of my favorite fall jaunts in the Monadnock region is a weekend excursion to Old Number Six Book Depot in Henniker (603-428-3334). With 160,000 volumes, it maintains the biggest stock of any used bookstore in New Hampshire. But half the fun is getting there — up over […]
By Heidi Stonehill Senior Associate Editor, The Old Farmer’s Almanac I love Harrisville, both for its natural beauty and for its small-town appeal, with quaint brick buildings: the church, the library, the old mill … As I drive home from shopping in Keene, I often take the back way on Chesham Road and then on […]
Peter Ralston is telling me about a boy he once knew. In 1957, when the boy is seven years old, he moves to an old gray stone house in Chadds Ford, Pennsylvania.
In the frozen grips of a fierce storm on Mt. Katahdin, each man’s choice was his own. On Thursday evening, January 31, 1974, a fierce winter storm cut a swath of destruction across northern New England. It tore roofs off of mobile homes and tossed them into nearby trees, and sent tree limbs crashing into […]
Yankee classic from January 1981 People who live along inland waters in northern New England know there are really only two seasons: ice-in and ice-out. All else is but prelude and aftermath. A frozen lake draws us: we dare it early and we dare it late, probing the limits of a most delicate balance — […]
For many years and many reasons, travelers have been drawn to Bethlehem, New Hampshire. This quiet vale at the edge of the White Mountain National Forest once boasted dozens of resort hotels. Its pure mountain air gave rise to the National Hay Fever Relief Association. Signs proclaim it the poetry capital of the state. These […]
Yankee classic from December 1993 It’s a long road to Rangeley. Route 4 twists through miles of thickly forested land, rising and falling as it heads north from Augusta, and on winter nights snowbanks narrow the road, shining white in the headlights, tunneling through the darkness. Surrounded by the mountains and lakes of western Maine, […]
From Yankee Magazine March 1974 Although, officially, flying saucers do not exist, unofficially, it is a different story: flying saucers have been “landing” here, there, and just about everywhere. Experienced pilots claim that their planes have been chased by interplanetary flying machines. And responsible citizens continue to insist that they saw something unearthly in the […]
