Scenes of New England in Winter | Reader-Submitted Photos

I find it interesting the state that is as large as the rest of the states combined has just two photo’s? Where are the Christmas photo’s of Katahdin, Lodges in the North Woods, or perhaps the prettiest “old-worldish” downtown in New England, Bath Maine? Pemaquid Pt. Lighthouse I would have to say is my favorite though the Mt. Washington photo is a close second.

I find it very interesting Jeff commented on 2 different places I know extremely well! I grew up in the shadow of Mt. Washington, in Berlin, NH, where my mothers’ father moved for business reasons (he was a cattle dealer). My mother went to Kennet High School in Conway, NH, from which she graduated. They lived in N. Conway, NH at that time. Her father sold “famous land” (many different artists have painted paintings of Cathedral Ledge in Intervale, NH) to the Hill family, who made a fortune from that property when “the new Route 16” was built (the old Route 16 went through Intervale Village) right through the middle of that property. Talk about a dollar short and a day late!!!!!!! I have seen pictures of these paintings in the antiques newspaper I subscribe to, old ones! My fathers’ family was from Maine. His father (Grampy) took our whole local family (8 of us) to Bailey’s Lobster Pound in Pemaquid, ME every summer while he was alive (he died 9/30/61) to “pig out” on lobsters and steamers. He wanted to “make sure” there were enough steamers for everybody, so he ordered a full peck of them every time we went there! (In those days clams were sold by the quart, etc., not by the pound, as they are now). He also asked us how many lobsters “we could eat” each! He also took me to a clam shack by the Kennebec River in the winter in Gardiner, ME, where he lived, called Brownies, for batter fried clams. That’s all they sold and I could eat a whole (paper) plate of them by myself as a small child they were so good. I think they charged 39 cents per plate! It was always dark when he took me there and the windows were always steamy from the heat of the fryers. His sister Rose owned a hotel at Old Orchard Beach, ME, where we spent a lot of time in the summer. Grampy and Aunt Rose spoiled me very severely there, as well!!!!!!!!! At the amusement area there was Noah’s Ark, below which there was an underground cave with live donkey cart rides, which I just loved. On average Grampy took me on that ride 3 times every time he took me there (on the same day, one after another)! One night in Berlin it was -47 degrees F, which was colder than on the top of Mt. Washington that night! My father had to go to his store to make sure the heat was on high enough (a weekend night) so his pipes in his store didn’t freeze. The only vehicle (of 4) that would start was my VW Beetle, which had an air-cooled engine, which my father used to make fun of and refer to as “The Puddle Jumper”! After that night “The Puddle Jumper” garnered much more respect from him!!!!!!!!! (Another good thing about “the Bug” was if you got stuck in snow (he didn’t bother to get snow tires for it!) I just had to get a couple of people to pick it up and move it!!!!!!!!! I hiked to Tuckerman Ravine twice and skied at Wildcat all through high school. After the January thaw, which did happen every winter, it was icy for the rest of the winter until the sun was warm enough to melt the ice. Spring skiing was really fun there when the weather was pleasant.