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Archive for September, 2007

Don’t know much about Wilmot

After a business meeting, I treat myself to a huge veggie wrap at a deli in Andover, NH. I am talking huge. They ran out of tortillas so they are using pita bread. But this pita is twice the size of my head. Somehow they manage to add every vegetable known to man (I think I’ve hit my weekly quota with this sandwich) and wrap it all up so nothing falls out while I am eating it. It ends up being two meals for under $5. Good deal.

 

Anyway, I decide to drive around Wilmot, NH. Take some back roads, learn something new and, yes, look for a foliage shot. I find an old hitching rail on Pine Hill Road, across from the cemetery. Anyone know the history? Please drop me a note. I must be in a cemetery mood, because then I drive by Church Place Cemetery, one of three private cemeteries maintained by the nonprofit Pine Hill Cemetery Association. Unfortunately tWilmot in the fallhe leaves are not on the tree; they are already on the ground.

 

I don’t know much about Wilmot, except that it is the home to a potter (www.wildpottery.com) and a really, really good salsa maker (www.mrsfoggskitchen.com). In fact, Kearsarge Magazine profiled Sam Wild in the summer/fall 2005 issue and the Foggs were profiled in the winter 2006 issue. So when I get back to my desk I look online for more information.

 

Originally a part of New London, Wilmot was “carved out of the gore of Mount Kearsarge” and incorporated in 1807. It was named in honor of Dr. James Wilmot, a scholar and clergyman, and rector at Barton-on-Heath in Warwickshire, England. Dr. Wilmot had joined with William Pitt, the Marquis of Rockingham, and others in protesting the treatment of the American colonies by the British crown. The first census in 1810 found 423 residents.

 

The online state profile by the New Hampshire Employment Security says that there were 1,298 residents in Wilmot in 2004. I’ve got to double check that; I called the post office last week to ask how many residents there were in Wilmot and I was told 350. But they did say to call Andover for the other routes.

 

I know there’s probably quite a few Wilmot tales between 1807 and today — so stay tuned for more on Wilmot, either online or in print.

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In the mood for apple pie

   It’s a bright sunny day, and my 3-year-old daughter and I head out to pick some apples. We go to King Blossom Farm (www.kingblossomfarm.com) on Dunbar Hill Road in Grantham, NH. It’s close to home in case anyone melts down (not talking about me here), the apples are yummy (we went last year) and the Figleys are a real nice family.

 

Apple picking is addictive. You pick one perfect apple, then you see another one, then you eat one so you have to replace it, and before you know it you end up with 17 pounds of apples. We picked quite a few Antique Red Delicious — tiny, sweet, red apples — and then a few Summer Rambos, a large green apple that isn’t tart like the Granny Smith variety. I really like the Antique Red Delicious but I do not like peeling them — too small! too many! I ended up making an apple crisp with half of each variety, then threw in some summer blueberries (from my freezer) picked at Juniper Hill in Grantham.

 

If you’re looking for some apples, here are a few local spots to pick or buy your own:

  • Beaver Pond Farm in Newport, NH: Macintosh, Cortland, Delicious, Gala, Macoun and several antique varieties (www.beaverpondfarm.us)
  • Cutting Farm in West Springfield, NH: Macintosh, Cortland, Macoun and Granny Smiths (www.cuttingfarm.com)
  • Poverty Lane Orchards in Lebanon, NH: Many varieties, including heirlooms, and cider (www.povertylaneorchards.com)

The hunt for red September leaves

Fall is in the air. I’ve had to put away all my sandals, shorts and cropped pants, and haul out the polarfleece. The fall issue of Kearsarge Magazine is already on stands, so it is kind of funny to be out looking for foliage shots after the fact. But it’s the nature of the publishing business to always be thinking about the next issue or, in this case, three issues away.

 

I’m not going too far today. I already feel guilty about the 10 phone messages not answered and the overflowing e-mail in box. I drive down Route 114, a route that leads from the center of Grantham, NH, to Springfield, NH. I figure that in this 6-mile stretch I might be able to find at least one red foliage shot worth using as a stock photo next year.

 

   I do find some swamp maples near Stocker Pond, but can’t get close enough to photograph the ones across the pond. (My clogs are too slippery.) I give up and head back to the center of Grantham, and take Route 10 toward Newport. There’s a field (and a sugar house and some no trespassing signs, oops) that has a few red maples, but I don’t think there is enough color for a fall photograph that makes you sigh for the days when you raked leaves into a pile — and jumped into it. Turns out I take the best picture near my home in Eastman. The leaves are a little bug eaten, but I like the red color.

 

     The hunt for that perfect foliage shot continues.