CARROLL COUNTY FARM CEMETERY
1870 — Beyond the mournful numbers, lie no more grief or fear.
No sad or sweet thoughts linger, for those who slumber here. — Mj Pettengill Honoring Hundreds of Anonymous Paupers Dating back to 1870… It was a year ago when author and historian Mj Pettengill of North Sandwich, New Hampshire completed a mission.
About a decade earlier, she was inspired by her discovery of a pauper cemetery in Ossipee, New Hampshire, which consists of more than 298
What is Mother’s Day? There are endless possibilities. I will bypass Mother Earth [this time] and focus on the actual holiday itself. Let’s take a step back in time and revisit the original "Mother’s Day Proclamation," written by Julia Ward Howe in 1870, (lest we forget). Julia is most often remembered for penning the words to the "Battle Hymn of the Republic." She was a powerful and courageous woman—a significant social activist known for her roles in abolitionism and women
In “Etched in Granite,” we came to know Abigail, Silas, Nellie, and the others. Their tales, carefully woven together, bound by their afflictions and the will to survive, do not end here. The stories hidden beneath anonymous graves go well beyond the discovery of the 298, spanning generations, oceans, and even continents. This flame may be that of a single candle, subtle light within infinite darkness, with a promise to burn brightly.
For the Hodgdon sisters — Abigail and S
Rain is my constant companion. Although nearing mid-May, I continue to carry wood to keep the fire burning in the kitchen stove. I refuse to wear a coat outdoors. The mud sticks to my shoes, and I abandoned my garden gloves. However, it’s the best time for planting because the black flies don’t like the rain, and it is less traumatic for plants to transition from pots to moist earth. My drenched shirt clings to my skin. I prefer rain to bugs. The water that drips from the end
"O Holy Night" is significant to me and my family. It was very important to my father, because he sang it in his youth as a soloist at the "Holderness Boys School." We have a cherished photo of him in his white choir robe from those precious days gone by. He had a beautiful, full voice. I came across a wonderful arrangement of “O Holy Night.” It became a Christmas Eve tradition for me to perform it as a trumpet solo at a local church and with my very musical children at famil
The steady song of the cicada emerges in August, signaling the winding down of the summer season. Family and friends gather together and celebrate the bounty of the earth. Fresh corn on the cob is a definite favorite here in New Hampshire and throughout the country. Just in case you didn't know, there are amazing health benefits in corn silk. I recommend that you save it (the silk) when husking the corn. Remember, it's best if your corn is organic. With the harmful practices
How can we really know who we are? We may think that we know, but everything is subject to change. This is what I have observed. I am a serious writer, retired musician, and eternal naturalist. If I am not creating, I am not content. I do realize, however, that being a mother is in the forefront of my roles. Like the earth, moon, and all universal cycles, my feminine energy waxes and wanes as I transition from one phase to another. Before owning my writing, I was a professio
Down from the Tree - Book Three Samuel J. Hodgdon II
A Boy ~ A Vision ~ A Knowing Tree
The Journey Continues