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Archive for November, 2014

Wreaths at Spring Ledge Farm

wreath1  Wreath making can get repetitive — attaching bunches of evergreen trimmings to a wire frame until you complete a circle. What if you added a little bit of juniper here and a little bit of white pine there, perhaps topping it off with sprigs of gray-green juniper berries?

Sue Clough, the former owner of Spring Ledge Farm, came up with the idea of “tapestry” wreaths, named for the way the greens weave in and out to create the overall effect of a woven item. Spring Ledge has made Christmas wreaths since 1995, using balsam brush harvested from the edges of the fields on the farm. The tapestry wreaths came a few years later after experimenting with different greens and combinations.

“We tried several combinations of juniper, white pine, cedar and others on a balsam base until we found the right amounts to make the tapestry, but not so much that the individual aspects of each type of green were lost in the wreath,” says Greg Berger, owner of Spring Ledge Farm. “As new greens and berries come to our attention, we try them as well. A perfect example is the pepperberry on the latest incarnation of tapestry wreaths. These berries weather outside quite well and add a splash of natural color to the wreaths.”

Up close, the tapestry wreaths are stunning — but the appeal isn’t Picture 172limited to a bird’s eye view. “The different shades of greens stand out even from the road,” says Berger. “It’s not a wreath that you’ll find at the supermarket or box store.”

Spring Ledge Farm is located on 37 Main Street in New London, N.H.

Fun with history

Winter Kearsarge Magazine is going to press. It will be off my desk today, and printed next week. We haven’t run a funny history article since 2008…do you remember? It was based on the old Spy magazine “year in review.” The authors would take a funny item from the news, and make it even funnier with a title. So KM tried it with history items, true or tall tales. Here are a few oldies from 2008, and look for some new goodies in 2014.

Too cold to cry

Early log cabins near what is now the Newbury/Sutton line were very cold in winter. An open fireplace against one outside wall sucked all the heat from the far side of the room right up the chimney. Cold air was drawn in from outside through log walls. In 1780, William Gunnison and his reluctant wife moved into their cabin from the milder climate in Kittery, Maine. It was so cold the first night that Mrs. Gunnison’s hair froze to her pillow. We can understand why she might have shed a tear or two, but chances are she didn’t try again till spring.

Sorry to go on — I just really liked the hat

The Merrimack Journal in December 1874 records the following notice. “One of the most base and disgraceful acts ever committed in this orderly and decorous village was transacted at the [recent] Concert. Some vile person, unworthy of the name man or boy, had the impertinence, audacity and unqualified meanness to trample, spit tobacco juice upon and entirely annihilate Rev. Mr. Moody’s hat. Such conduct is not tolerated in this community, and the miscreant is sure to have the condemnation and reproach of the good people heaped upon him as soon as his name is found out, which if he has any shame could surely be done by the tingling of the cheek and his calling loudly for the rocks and mountains to fall upon him and hide him from the face of an indignant people.”

Better than a fat pig over a low pole

Hobos of the old days were not just men seeking a free ride. They were expected to perform for their supper and a spot in your barn — either with labor or with any skill they might possess. A free spirit named Jaquish is a good example. He came to Andover once a year, most often with a pig and a heifer in tow. His menu of services and their cost was as follows:

  1. Jumping heifer over a pole: 5¢
  2. Jumping pig over a lower pole: 2¢
  3. Praying for you or a loved one: 5¢
  4. Preaching: 15¢

Jaquish, apparently, was a worthwhile preacher. That is to say, his preaching had worth relative to that of a pig jumping over a low pole. The townspeople got used to — and even looked forward to — Jaquish’s arrival. He ambled through town in springtime for 20 years until 1845, when he didn’t.