Poof Tardiff

Hello fellow Berlinites. As all towns, Berlin had early settlers who had a hand in the very beginning of this city. Some of these people, who lived here when Berlin was still called Maynesborough, also became this city’s first town fathers when Berlin first became incorporated in 1829. The small cemetery on the East Milan road, just before the Industrial Park, holds some of these original settlers and their families. The books “Traditions and Recollections of Berlin”, and the “History ...

Ithaca Bound

“Elder Brewster, there be darksome rumours I hear.” “Aye, John, I know. I hear them, too. “These London people have plagued us since we left England. Even before.” “I know, John, but we had little choice but to share the ship with them, and now to work with them to establish a profitable plantation for the financial backers of our voyage. How else were we to come to America?” “Perhaps we ought to let them go their own way, as they seem to desire.” “No, ...

Poof Tardiff

Once Upon a Berlin Time Hello fellow Berlinites. I have heard many stories about the people who worked at the Research Department, the building of which still stands across from the Congregational Church on Main Street here in Berlin. Many discoveries were established here by the great men of the Brown Company over the course of its years of operation. Many of these discoveries were also patented with the U.S. government. My story though, is about the local women who worked here, and ...

John Walsh

We are on the cusp of the most glorious season of all here in the Northeast; the annual, colorful shedding of the leaves. It is the season when our vast array of deciduous trees find a way to turn the color spectrum on its head and become nearly all colors of the rainbow except green and blue. And just about nowhere in the world does this burst of color happen more spectacularly then here in the very heart of the White Mountains. For the next two weeks each capillary of each leaf is ...

by John Walsh

For the past 30 years one of the premier events of our north country summers has been the Stark Old Time Fiddler's Contest. Every year, on the last Sunday in the month of June, thousands of people have gathered at Whitcomb Field in Stark to spend an afternoon and evening eating and smoozing with their ears filling and toes tapping to the lively sounds of country fiddling. On the program are amateur fiddler's playing the grand old tunes that are part of the American heritage. ...