Keeping Cool in New Ipswich
New Ipswich Historical Society
Swimming at the dam
I like to think these photos were taken at Wheeler Dam but I have no proof of that.
Reminder Virtual Genealogy Series - Tonight
Session 3: What’s the History of Your House?    (May 11, 2022 at 7:00 p.m.)
The best thing about tracking down the history of a house is that your research subject usually stays in one place! And yet, house history projects give us the opportunity to access and explore records we also see in genealogical projects: newspapers, land deeds, city directories and more. Join us to delve into the history that is underfoot each day.
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On this day - May 11, 1908
James Roger diary entry
11th May (Monday)
Cool morning warm during the day wind west. David took Hamish to Depot also a crate of roosters for Wentworth &Co. Boston. Went to plough but broke plough. Then him and I furrowed out Gordon’s garden. He and Jim went for settees from Baptist church for hall and went to club house and took cover of chimney. Got hall ready for lecture tonight.
On this day - May 11, 1897
William Jurian Kaula diary - VOULANGIS, CRECY-EN BRIÉ, SEINE ET MARNE
Hazard and I are now established in the country for good at Voulangis. So we both gave up our rooms in Paris. We were obliged to take all our possessions with us, except the canvases that I stored in Logan's studio. I had such an awful load that I required the assistance of Allingham, the Englishman that occupied the next room to mine in the "Menagerie." We filled a cab both on top and inside. Hazard came driving up to the depot in an open carriage and was litterly [literally] buried in bundles of canvas, bags, and his trunk. It was an easy matter to get things one by one on board the train but the excitement began when we arrived at Esbly. We heaped up a pyramid of stuff under a tree to get out of a shower and received the curses and orders to depart from the railroad guard. We piled the stuff into a small shop and rode our bicycles to Crécy leaving the baggage to be transported by the omnibus.
During the evening we hired a donkey cart and woman to go to Crécy to get the things. We went also to see the fun. No donkey leads a dull and uniform existance [sic] and this one was fully capable of carrying out his own inspirations. They kicked him and pushed him when he did not want to move, and said things that would look very pretty if I wrote them in French. The people of Crécy thought that it was a circus just come to town and assembled to watch the scene. It did not last long and we were soon escorting the truck up the hill watching to see if they did not fall out on the road. Madam trudges along in her big wooden shoes giving vent to all sorts of grunts and growls that scarcely interested the beast. Voulangis is on a hill, Crécy lies in the valley along the river. The roads are splendid and are lined with the customary straight populars [poplars] that run up like broomsticks for about twenty-five feet. Every two or three hundred feet are heaps of broken stone which are used to keep the roads in repair. There is a small white stone on all the government roads that makes each ton(?) of a kilometre. Voulangis does not wear the aspect of a very modern village. The little stone houses are old and mossy and in but few instances reach the height of two stories.
Transcriber Note: A few years after William was in Voulangis, Eduard Steichen the well-known Luxemborgish-American photographer spent time there. After WWI, and his military service, Steichen returned to Voulangis and settled with his family.
Looks like a picture of my wife.
Description of the move was hilarious. So enjoying their escapades.