Stagecoach
New Ipswich Historical Society
Clark Hotel
Postcard
Another type of stagecoach was featured in a NIHS postcard. Note the passenger with the trumpet. Not certain if this photo was taken in New Ipswich
On this day - May 16, 1908
James Roger diary entry
16th (Saturday)
Fair and warm. David on roads with Royce. I planted two rows of potatoes, and sowed some nasturtiums for John Preston. Let out little chickens today. Got p.c. from Hamish.
On this day - May 16, 1897
William Jurian Kaula diary - the vicious dog
A bicycle trip around among the neighboring villages revealed nothing that was startling but we saw much of the beautiful landscape surrounding the little hamlets. Crécy has two picturesque moats with water, one that encircles the town which was originally outside of the wall of which nothing remains except the watch-towers; the other moat is inside the town and encloses a portion known as "Little Venice." Both of the moats are being preserved for the large number of public and private wash-houses that are built to the water's edge. There are many small chair-bridges but of modern construction. Crécy lies in the valley on the river Marne, a dirty little stream on close inspection but a perfect gem as seen from the hills across the meadows where there are bunches of populars [poplars] and further down at Vellers, a little town that nestles on the hillside and valley, there are a few mills with placid ponds, pollard willows, red tiled roofs, mossy archways and everthing [sic] that goes to make French landscape so delightful. We have no amusements outside of our work and the town is dead - there is nothing a Créce* except a few small cafés and a billiard room. We had a little trouble with a neighbor's dog that snapped at us too frequently and we endeavored to return our sentiments by the use of a few missils [sic] in the shape of stones. The madam who boards the dog came out and delivered a harangue in French that I did not appreciate and when Hazard threatened to kill the dog if it did not stop its forocious [sic] appetite for human food, the madam sent word to the Mayor of our peaceful village. An old fossil in corduroy trousers and blouse who supported his curved back by resting on a cane came to warn Madam Travet in the name of the mayor. He did not address us once and seemed somewhat bashful untill [sic] Hazard sailed up to him with a "who are you?" He replied that he was the summoner and the mouth of the law. "It makes no difference," said H, "and if that dog comes at me again I will kill him if it costs me 500 francs." This was too much for the "Mouth of the Law" who appeared somewhat dazed and he closed his lawful trap and departed. Since that time we have been drilling with spears improvised from the lower end of our umbrella sticks and can successfully harpoon a stool at thirty-feet.
* The scenery of Crécy is its sole recommendation. The most enlivened spectacle in the whole town happens to be cemetary [sic] with its huge assortment of colored wire wreaths. June 6.
Where was the Clark Hotel?