Nearly three years after a Learjet vanished into a dreary morning before Christmas 1996, a remote and rugged section of New Hampshire gave up its secret, bringing to an end a mystery that was well on its way to becoming folklore.
The fun-loving feline took 53 percent of the more than 8,000 votes cast from around the country in a contest to select the new cat to reign at the Mount Washington Observatory, following last month’s retirement of longtime resident cat, Nin.
Unincorporated places are not towns.
Most have absolutely no human inhabitants, never mind a town hall or a cannon-studded town common.
There are 25 unincorporated places in New Hampshire, places where no one lives, and probably never have lived.
Still, the state prints up 25 ballots for each of those places, just in case someone shows up on Election Day.
The world’s longest, undefended border is clearly defined by a 20-foot swath and along that swath are more than 8,000 monuments. Two of them have a story.
Bette Davis may have shopped in the stores among the locals, tromped in the woods and skied down the slopes, but she was Hollywood and she brought it to the North Country.
Just about every New Hampshire schoolchild learns about the Willey family and its sad fate on a stormy night in Crawford Notch.
A basketball game was being played in Woodstock on the night of Jan. 14, 1942; a card game was in full swing at the Lincoln Hotel.
And then came the explosions.
The Granite State’s Woodstock is a far cry and a far geographical distance from Max Yasgur’s farm outside of Woodstock, N.Y., which was the site of ‘the other’ Woodstock.
New Hampshire may be a small state, but there are places here where people get lost. Sometimes, they are never found.
These were the days of real New Hampshire winters, when blizzards roared in and snow was measured in feet, not inches.
In the days before radios, cell phones and satellite technology, the Bull Moose came about as a necessity.
Since Colebrook is as far north as one can get before touching Canada, most of these soldiers had fought for the Union. One did not.
In the year she was 9-years-old, she filled her apron time and again that spring with dirt and carried it to the top of what is known as Great Rock.
For the most part, Marty Hewson came to know most of the people who come through and for those he didn’t, he always had the time to make sure they were not smuggling guns, alcohol or people into America.
Great Northern Ink Spot 