Souhegan Country Club
New Ipswich Historical Society
Up on the Rooftop
New Porch
WWII Veterans
Hazel Moore compiled an album of New Ipswich WWII veterans for the New Ipswich Historical Society. As a prelude to our town’s Memorial Day celebration, we will feature a few photos each day.
On this day - April 18, 1908
James Roger diary entry
18th (Saturday)
Dull and threatening rain. Showery evening. David at Lorrie’s. Hamish cleaning up yard and went for Mr. Taylor in afternoon. I put some wood ashes on several lots. Hamish got very nice letter from Mr. Bales.
On this day - April 18, 1897
William Jurian Kaula diary entry (one of my favorites)
I am not so pleased with the country outside of Moret. Most all of the picturesque spots seem to be in the immediate vicinity. A long walk up the canal did not reveal any new desirable material. I have enough work in progress to keep me busy all the day for over a week to come and will remain with Hazard. The rest of the party left for Paris this afternoon. This is Easter Sunday and a most beautiful day. The little town presents a more enlivened appearance since the arrival of numbers of visitors who are here to spend the day. There was a good prospect of a good late-afternoon effect of sunlight and as I walked in the direction of the forest of Fontainebleau. I walked some few miles and on the road into the forest, overtook two droves of sheep that had passed through Moret during the afternoon, and then retraced my footsteps to see the last rays of the sun bathe the house tops and towers of the town. The cathedral was a glory and shone with a resplendent yellow light, the little stone houses were now golden palaces, even the stone viaduct that spanned the valley that always looked so cold and bleak with its multitude of arches now suddenly transformed in a dazzling spectacle. The sun is now so low that its rays pass under the arches and stretches in long bands of golden light that radiate like the spokes of a wheel over the meadows. There is a glitter like the mellow foliage of autumn over the treetops and long shadows run up the hillsides and are lost in a vague confusion of the chalk cliffs. There was no cloud scenery, the effect was entirely in the landscape.
William K’s description almost puts you there walking beside him on that lovely Easter Day. Thanks so much for posting these diary entries John. Most enjoyable!