Nelson Small Talk

Coming home early one day I met Bud French working on Log Cabin Road. His father, Win, was supervising. I rolled down my window and requested that the road be paved with a concrete median strip painted green. When I came home the next day I found a 4 x 8 sign on the road indicating that cheap but good coffee could be had at a rest stop ahead. There was a picture a steaming cup of coffee and directions to my house. Bud and Win denied any responsibility.

The following spring I took the kids to Bascoms in Acworth for sugar-on- snow. There I bought two sap pails and taps. Betsey painted a red maple leaf and the words,”Win’s Sugar Shack:”, on each.  In the dark of night I used my portable drill to “tap” two telephone poles near the French’s farm and hung the buckets. As far as I know they never knew who did it, but the buckets hung for a long time. ~ Rick Church


 

More Nelson Small Talk

Fancy Vocabulary

In a recent edition of the Black Fly Express, our editor used the word “plethora.” It reminded me of a town meeting a number of years ago . . .

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

Edgar Seaver made a daily trip to the post office in Marlborough to pick up the mail for delivery. One day . . .

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.

Teasing with Win

Coming home early one day I met Bud French working on Log Cabin Road. His father, Win, was supervising. I rolled down my window and requested that the road be paved with a concrete median strip painted green.

A Nelson Christmas Eve Story

One Christmas, we gave a couple of our children walkie talkies. Suddenly a deep voice cut in, saying, “This is Santa. It’s time to go to bed!”

Discovering Nelson

We emerged in the Village, with the trademark mailboxes. My heart leapt, and I thought to myself, “this is where I want to live”.

Going Down the Rabbit Hole

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.

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