Going Down the Rabbit Hole

Nelson Small Talk

We think that the northern part of heaven lies down a stretch of dirt road that leaves the paved Harrisville Road in southwestern New Hampshire. We get there, as we say, by going down the rabbit hole. That’s a bit of fantasy, I know. The “rabbit hole” is a 500-foot descent down a tree-covered road that opens onto a kind of Wonderland—Tolman Pond and vicinity.

from Roy Edelfelt, intro to an article on the Nelson History website. [READ ENTIRE ARTICLE]


 

More Nelson Small Talk

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The Nelson Nutcrackers

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Fancy Vocabulary

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The Brigadoon Article

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Our First Day in Nelson

In 1977, Sam and I saw an ad in the Harvard Crimson (thank you Karen Tolman) for a camp for rent in Nelson, near a place called Tolman Pond. We had some friends in Peterborough and Hancock, so we decided to rent the cabin to get out of Cambridge in the summer.

Edgar Seaver’s Penny

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A Parking Meter in Nelson

One day I spotted a parking meter. I loaded it into my truck, and by the time I got home I had contrived a plan.

Finding Ancestors

Cemeteries are a wonderful place of quiet calm and the surroundings are perfect for meditation and contemplation.  On a warm spring day I was walking among the souls in the Munsonville Cemetery and came across the final resting place of one of my great aunts.

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