Bicentennial Parade - Tricnit Hosiery Float
New Ipswich Historical Society
August 26 1950
New Ipswich Bicentennial Parade - Tricnit Hosiery Float. Driver Toivo Kangas, Marion Pakkala, Martha Somero, Ethel Ferguson, Gabriel Twiss, Sylvia Maki
About Tricnit Industries
William Jurian Kaula diary - December 1897
Two December entries today. No entries for 13th, and 14th. Catching up to the “present” day.
12 Dec 1897
Another exhibition at the Georges Petite galleries - the "expostion annuelle" of the "Société International de Peinture et Sculpture." Among the Americans were works by J.W. Alexander* - two arrangements in his usual style - a figure of a woman lying or hanging over a couch or chair, painted on coarse canvas in a broad and simple manner, effective, simple, and generally good in tone. Alexander always leaves a desire for more refinement of color, less of the black shadows and less monotony in the great masses of simple tones. There are splendid pieces of painting nevertheless - Walter Gay does not interest me much. Harrison was not represented. There was a little gem about ten inches long by Whistler - a masterpiece in comparison with the crude efforts of the impressionists which filled the rooms. Whistler may be more famous with the general public for his eccentricities but he can paint pictures which will outlive his many reputations.
Brangwyn, an English painter, has interested me very much of late. He has had a remarkable career for a young artist. His works resemble a gorgeous colored tapestry and are so complete in design and so brilliantly executed that they are delightful in spite of the fact that they do not follow the rules of any school or style or even nature at times. Frits Thaulow is the only other man I care to remember. His works are similiar [sic] as a rule and are generally either moonlight scenes or streams of running water and who can do them better? The Frenchmen in this exhibition do not approach the foreigners.
* Alexander is one of the best known of the American artists in Paris. His portraits are generally poses "caught in the act." He won the Temple Gold Medal in Philadelphia last year.
15 Dec 1897
Life goes on the same - expect [sic] perhaps for the continual stream of funerals which I see daily on their way to the Montparnasse Cemetery. Living near a graveyard might make some people gloomy. I have always been curious about funerals in Paris. They are often odd spectacles. The city manages or controls them so that there are no private undertakers. The people can pay for as much or as little display as they can afford. The usual funeral consists of the hearse and a troop of mourners who walk in behind. You can have as many pall-bearers in uniform as you wish - some are splendid in black gowns and cocked hats, others are mere men in tall hats of patent leather. The wealthy can have a black hearse which is as rich as a chariot could be if it were all in black. The military funerals are the most interesting as often as a prominet [sic] soldier dies. Then there is an escort under arms, perhaps a band, and a host of officers in full uniforms of various colors. It is the custom, and a good one too, among the French people, for every man to remove his hat when a funeral is passing in the street. Everyone seems to obey this rule from the common laborer to the gentleman. The women cross themselves ....... The funeral of a child is perhaps the most touching especially among the poor people. A covered litter (?) with a man at each end is the most common means of transportation. A man and woman - often times only a woman goes following behind while the pallbearers pick their way among the crowds on the sidewalks.
On this day - December 18, 1908
James Roger diary entry
18th (Friday)
Snow fell all day, wind NE to E. David went for a load of logs for Shirland in forenoon on wheels and with sleigh in afternoon for load of wood for Corbett. Got letter from Hamish with cards also letter from Jessie at Oakdale.
Yesterday
Photo from Sharon Rosenfelder taken at Smithville Reservoir on December 17, 2020.
Also, my Mother, Geraldine Keurulainen, worked for a year or two at Tricnit. Since my Mother never had a driver’s license, she rode with a neighbor, Leah Kolapakka, who worked at Tricnit for many years. The business employed many New Ipswich residents. They were paid little for the bulk work they did during long work days.
Enjoyed seeing the Smithville Reservoir photo. It brought back memories when I’d join several friends in the winter for ice skating on the reservoir.