NH Troubadour 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 busy 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.

NH Troubadour, March 1946

One way to make a dollar in New Hampshire is to collect a bushel of grasshoppers. The State of NH will pay a dollar bounty on them.
State Treasurer F. Gordon Kimball, who recently reviewed the bounty laws of the state, said that nobody has applied for the grasshopper bounty since 1914.
In the past New Hampshire has had many bounty laws. The woodchuck bounty was written off before 1890. The old wolf bounty law was repealed in 1895. Bounties are no longer paid on hawks, crows, or foxes.
You can still collect 50 cents for a porcupine (hedgehog), $5 for a bear and $20 for a wildcat or lynx—and there’s a dollar waiting for you if you bring in a bushel of grasshoppers.

NH Troubadour, February 1945

Danville Town Forest

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 hires its own preacher and decides how much money they will pay him.

NH Troubadour, March 1934

Why I Live in New Hampshire
by Rev. Hooper R. Goodwin, Tilton

Some time ago the editor of the Troubadour asked his readers why they ever came to New Hampshire to live. My own answer is simple. It is simply that since my earliest childhood, the words “New Hampshire” and “Fairyland” have been synonymous. Born in a Massachusetts seaboard town, where my ancestors had lived since 1713, my earliest recollections are of the stories my mother used to tell about the mountains of New Hampshire. She had had several trips to these enchanted regions, and Echo Lake, the Old Man of the Mountains, Lake Winnipesaukee, these names repeated to me so often in earliest childhood came to have a fascination which has only increased with the years. I never saw a mountain until I was 0old enough to vote. Nor any books, woods, rivers or lakes worthy of the name, either. But how I did dream of those things, which I knew were to be found in New Hampshire!