Mr. and Mrs. Charles Wheeler
New Ipswich Historical Society
Charles Wheeler
Nellie Shepard (Mrs. Charles Wheeler)
50th Wedding Anniversary (August 20, 1912)
A Look Back - 150th Children’s Fair - Aug 20, 2011
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 4, 1908
James Roger diary entry
4th (Tuesday)
Warm and cloudy. David at Club House. I picked 2 fowls and staked up tomatoes. Went to Depot to meet Mr. Cochrane at 700 train who did not come as N.Y. train was late so stopped at Ayer.
On this day - August 4, 1897
William Jurian Kaula diary
The bane of my existence is caused by my bicycle which is always in the hospital. Cartwright too has had many troubles but only punctures through the tire. There are so many tacks around that it is no wonder we pull them out of a tire now and then. Surely the language that has been used recently around here will lessen our chances of getting into Heaven. A concern in Paris sent me a brand new tire at 30 francs ($6) and after two rides it has given out - worn through by the rim underneath. So the amount of riding I have had this summer has been very little.
Records and Reminiscences of the New Ipswich Children’s Fair from 1862 to 1911 - Songs and Poems (pages 58 - 60 )
GARLAND OF AUTUMN FLOWERS.
Little Girls each with Flowers.
ALICE YOUNG.
Happy little children we Entering Life's strange mazes, Spending many a sunny hour Wandering 'mong the Daisies.
ABBY WILSON.
The purple Asters by the brook, Or 'neath the Oak tree sightly; However hard the frost may pinch, Look up and smile more brightly. They tell us with the Golden-rod That summer days are ended; And scarlet leaves and berries bright With its purple hues are blended.
MAMIE BUCKNAM.
Shining little Butter-cup
Growing 'mid the grasses. Nods her stately little head To every one who passes. To little boys and girls who wish, A prophecy she'll utter Hold her cup beneath your chin, She'll tell if you love butter."
MARY SIMONDS.
Look at my cheery Golden-rod By all the road-sides growing; Coming to cheer the autumn days As lovelier flowers are going. Speaking to all a word of cheer They come to deck the fading year.
ELLEN GIBSON.
Poets have made the Gentian famed, But why, I cannot tell, Unless because so odd a fringe Edges its bright blue bell.. And then it looks up smilingly After a frosty night, And blessings brighten, old folks say, Just as they take their flight.
GRACE THAYER.
In making up our garland
They nearly passed me over. The honey bee would never leave The sweet and fragrant Clover. It blossoms early, blossoms late, And every one who passes Would miss its color and its bloom Smiling among the grasses.
LULA CHANDLER.
The modest violets all are gone,
So Pansies-which you know Are their relation-I have brought, Which all the summer grow. One is like the country girl With all her modest graces; The other is a city child Adorned with silks and laces.
ETHEL MCKOWN.
Shining yellow Dandelion Lighteth up the meads; Swings on her slender foot, Telleth her beads, Lists to the robins' notes Poured from above, Wise little Dandelion Sighs not for love. Heareth the angel breeze. Call from the cloud.
Pale little Dandelion In her white shroud ! Tiny plumes fluttering Makes no delay
Winged little Dandelion Floateth away.
(Blows a seeded bloom away.)
i assume these are the Wheelers that live at 4 Hildreth Pl.. I found your posting of the Wheeler sawmill interesting. I wished it had been in existence in 1952. My father and I transported logs from Page Hill to Maki's sawmill in Bank village to make boards for the house on River Rd..