Mrs. Marcellus T. Robbins
New Ipswich Historical Society
Marcellus T. Robbins was married twice. His first wife was Lizzie Peckins of Ashburnham and his second was Viola Florence Fish. This photo is identified as Mrs. Marcellus Robbins. One can only guess which wife that is. She lived in Smithville.
There is a photo of Marcellus Robbins raising a flag in Smithville (Far Left)
A Look Back - 149th Children’s Fair - Aug 21, 2010
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 2, 1908
James Roger diary entry
2nd (Sunday)
Fair and warm. Mr. Peacock preached on “Needs“ Meeting after to authorize Mr. Wheeler to draw money from bank to pay accounts. S.S. after Mr. & Mrs. Cumey, Mrs. Ober, Mrs. Perrin & self. C.E. at night Corbett leader. Topic: How to help the church.
On this day - August 2, 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 54 - 56 )
CHARACTER BUILDERS
ARTHUR JOHNSON
We are builders one and all, Of a structure great or small, Adding to our work each day Stone, or brick, or only clay, Or even sand to wash away.
Materials within we find In the chambers of the mind, For the buildings, strong and high, Which shall climb to yonder sky, Or weak and low as failures lie.
Character we build each day, As its swift hours pass away. Thoughts we think, and words we speak, What we do, and what we seek, Make our building strong or weak.
If we daily build aright They will rise pure, fair and white, Structures gladdening every eye. And helping every passer by To make his building grand and high.
But, if idlers in our work. We our duties shun or shirk, Then the structure, low and mean, Only to be shunned is seen, With sorrow that it e'er has been.
"WHAT I KNOW ABOUT GARDENING."
WALTER THAYER.
O, no! my garden wasn't a success, Though I spaded, and raked, and hoed, And drilled, and hilled, and bushed, and poled, Made beds, and planted, and sowed.
My one squash-vine ran over the fence, And then went clambering down; And if it bore one single squash, It grew in another town.
I sowed my beets in a shapely bed, And they came up as thick as hops; But no matter how much I thinned them out They would all go to "tops."
My mother suggested greens for the fair, Sister Grace said string-beans would sell, And Mabel remarked that some other boy Could bring that one squash just as well.
My Early Rose potatoes refused to rise, The second planting grew up tall, But potato-bugs watched from off the fence And came down and demolished them all..
O, no! my garden was not a success, But I shan't" give up beat," never fear. If you happen that way just come and see The garden I'll have next year.
So excited to see a photo of someone who lived in my house (Levi Ferrin - 3rd from left) at 19 Page Hill Rd.! Thanks, John...
I wonder if Marcellus Robbins was any relation to Frank Robbins, one of the creators of the Wapack Trail and Wapack Lodge?