life in the Kearsarge area

what's happening in the Kearsarge/Lake Sunapee area of NH

Archive for May, 2008

I haven’t left my house

Launch a new web site – and a blog – and look what happens. I don’t leave my house. I’m chained to my email. I am actually here to answer the phone. (Usually I am not.) Overall, this is a good thing, because it means the site is speaking to people. (320 visits since launch means that folks are finding it.) But I’ll try to get out and do something fun today, and write about it. I do have a lunch planned with a good friend (and fellow writer) at a local restaurant. Stay tuned.

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Happy Mother’s Day in Goshen

My husband asks me what I’d like to do for Mothers’ Day. I say, “Take pictures in Goshen!” It’s one of the towns I haven’t been to lately in the Kearsarge area, and I need some photos for the town profile.

It takes us 2 hours to load the kids in the car. Okay, I was dawdling a bit – trying to answer some e-mails before I hit the road, shuffling some paper in preparation for a busy Monday – but we finally head out around 2 p.m. Our first stop is the Goshen Grange Hall, a building that has undergone some renovation in the past few years. My hat is off to the volunteers who have spent so much time to save the building, which really is a part of the community (and the community’s history). Two volunteers were kind enough to show me around and give me the head’s up on a calendar they are creating for 2009. (More on that later.) As I’m chatting, I notice my family is nowhere to be found. After a bit of looking, there they are in the brook.

That was the highlight of our trip, no offense to Goshen. Because by that time, everyone had to go to the bathroom. And we were all a bit hungry. (When my husband and my daughter are fighting over the last Tootsie Pop, you know it’s time for dinner.) So I’ll be making another trip to Goshen sometime soon, because I hear that the owner of the Goshen Country Store makes fresh donuts every morning.

Marble orchards

I love old cemeteries. Last year I was fascinated with farmers markets, the year before I was on a foliage hunt. This year, I can’t drive by a cemetery without stopping. These are a few shots from West Part Cemetery in New London. At least I think it was West Part. There were two cemeteries side by side – one old, one new – divided by a stone wall. And one sign. What I like about the photo below is that although the stone is dated 1801, the etching looked like it was done yesterday. Some folks don’t like cemeteries, but I think they provide a wonderful sense of history. Stop by and take a walk the next time you drive by a local cemetery. You’ll be glad you did.

Garden gnome

Well, it’s not a gnome -it’s a bunny. And the Cottage at Mountain View Farm Antiques in Wilmot says that they are going to have more animals, such as pigs and dogs, coming soon.

Can I take your picture?

I guess I’m not the only person who carries a digital camera with them wherever they go. (I mean everywhere. I even carry extra lithium batteries and a charger that I can use in the car.) If I’m in a public place – like a store – I usually ask if it’s okay to snap a photo. I don’t want them to think I’m casing the joint to steal something later. Everyone, so far, says sure – and then they thank me for asking. It strikes me as odd, but maybe here in the Kearsarge/Lake Sunapee area everyone is used to visitors and tourists taking photos of things that seem quaint, snapping the green landscape that they don’t get to see in the city or recording the sights and sounds of an event on film. And they are used to people not asking if it is okay. Here’s a few photos of Georges Mills from the parking area at Sargents Marina. There was no one around to ask for permission, but I did check with the two fuzzy dogs who came up to greet me. I think tail wagging and slobber mean yes.

Spring!

Hip, hip, hooray! There’s still a random snowbank in the deep pocket of a shady forest…no, I’m not kidding, I saw a snowbank in Sutton yesterday…yes, I know it’s May…but, really, spring is on the way. The sap buckets are down, the trees are budding and I’m sneezing. It is safe to say that you can pack up your mittens and hats and boots, bring your coats to the dry cleaners, and store the sleds. Frost warnings have passed (evening temperatures are a lovely 40 degrees) and you could probably start your garden or landscaping projects in earnest. And…drum roll, please…they’re back! Our favorite black fly friends are buzzing around our ears (but not biting yet). How do I know that spring is really here? The summer issue of Kearsarge Magazine will be on stands next week.

What can I get for you, sweetie?

Sometimes when people call you “honey,” it feels derogatory, or out of place, or just plain annoying (depending on your mood.) But when I had lunch at Nana’s Do Drop In Cafe in East Andover, it was just what I needed. The waitress was so very nice – I think she called me honey, love and sweetie throughout the course of my lunch. Even when the cafe got very busy – five construction workers and a soda delivery – she still took the time to handwrite a receipt for me. It’s not the biggest cafe, with only one table and a counter, and it doesn’t have an extensive menu. But the personalized service was a treat.