Ida Wheeler
New Ipswich Historical Society
Photos of Ed Wheeler have been previously posted on this website and can be accessed via this button.
This post contains additional photos of his wife Ida.
Ida Wheeler
1976 Bicentennial
A Look Back - 151th Children’s Fair - Aug 18, 2012
Countdown to the Children’s Fair. The 161st Children’s Fair will be held on August 20, 2022 at 10 AM on the grounds of the New Ipswich Congregation Church at 156 Main Street, New Ipswich, NH.
On this day - August 5, 1908
James Roger diary entry - Lightning Strike
5th (Wednesday)
Severe thunderstorm began about midnight, very severe about 4 am till 6 am. Brazer’s barn struck and consumed with horse and carriages. David rang fire alarm. Alice also. I telephoned Smithville fire brigade but failed to get Central. Mr. C. came at 11am and went with David to Club House in afternoon. I picked 3 broilers. Thunderstorms continued all day at intervals.
On this day - August 5, 1897
William Jurian Kaula diary - no entry
Records and Reminiscences of the New Ipswich Children’s Fair from 1862 to 1911 - Songs and Poems (pages 60 - 63 )
CHILDREN'S GREETING.
CARRIE LOWE.
A hazy mist in air and sky
Makes all the landscape mellow:
The grapes are purple on the hills, The tasseled corn is yellow.
The aftermath of clover fields A dark green ground is lending To set the rosy wreaths of fruit
With which the trees are bending.
And the sumach[sic] and the maples Shake out their scarlet banners, Inviting men in glade and glen.
To join their glad hosannas.
We come responsive to the call,
With joy and loud thanksgiving
For the blessings of a Christian land, For the dear delight of living! For kindly deeds and words of cheer,
For the smiling skies above us,
For all the store that autumn yields, For friends at home who love us.
To you who make the Children's Fair To us so great a pleasure, We give our hearty, grateful thanks
No words of ours can measure, Your kindly words and pleasant smiles,
And our humble efforts lending,
We hope to give this harvest feast A bright and happy ending.
THE MISSION OF BOYS.
GEORGE BAYLEY.
From out the ranks of noble men.
Who firm for truth and right have stood They are being called, as the years go by,
To come up higher and dwell with God.
We are pressing on to fill the ranks, The world needs brave men for the fight That is waging still, from age to age, Forevermore 'twixt Wrong and Right.
With courage true and purpose high, Where they have fallen we will stand,
Till Righteousness and Truth prevail, And earth becomes Immanuel's land.
WHAT SOME OF THE BOYS THINK.
Six of the Older Boys.
First Boy.
When I am a farmer
I won't growl at the weather But believe that the Lord
Take it all together Knows better than I do How to manage the weather.
From spring-time till harvest I won't keep complaining
That there'll be no corn If it don't leave off raining, And no hay if it does, And so keep on complaining.
And I'll honor the Lord With the fruits of my labor,
Share the good things He gives With my more needy neighbor, And so give Him thanks, Who gives strength to labor.
Second Boy.
When I'm a merchant I'll take every pains
To add to my fortune By square, honest gains. I shall tell all my clerks
To have but one price, Add no sand to the sugar,
Nor stones to the rice. And no smoke in my store
From a dirty cigar, My teas or my coffee,
Or butter shall mar.
Third Boy.
When I'm a doctor
And to sick beds hie I won't wear a long face,
And draw a long sigh, And make people think
They are going to die. I'll tell them I don't think
They'll be very ill
If they'll drink down my bitters And swallow a pill,
And I'll make them believe
They are going to get well. Unless they're past cure And then I will tell.
Fourth Boy.
When I'm a minister, I'll say, now and then, now
A few words to the children,
As well as to men.
For it's awfully hard To sit days and days
And not understand A word a man says!
And I'll speak to each sinner So clear and so plain, He won't think I mean it
For some other man.
For myself, as for others, My sermons I'll preach, And myself try to practice
Whatever I teach.
Fifth Boy.
When I'm a teacher
I won't say at once. That a boy who is dull
Is taught but a dance. The big boys and girls
I won't flatter and coax, And be stern and severe
To the wee, little folks. I'll remember that I
Was little folks" And couldn't remember But wasn't a dunce. once,
Sixth Boy.
When I am an editor I won't write a puff For each man who offers
Me money enough. To the good and deserving
I'll try to give praise, But I'll never help bad men
In their crooked ways. By using my pen
In defense of the right I shall help banish error
And put wrong to flight.
I learned from Carl Toko that Ed and Ida Wheeler lived at 4 Hildreth Pl. So Charles Wheeler did not live at this address but had a sawmill on the stream along Hildreth Pl? Enjoyed the picture of Walter Thayer. I worked for him in 1959.