Five reasons for the raid...
Frontier Quarrels
Five reasons for the raid...
Five reasons for the raid...
Drawn from Thomas Cole's diary.
Whale oil or hog fat? The sustainable energy debate of the 1820s...
Nashua guest artist Adam draws a detailed overview of a fisher cat's life...
More maneuvers along the Potomac ...
Colby observes Christmas festivities far from his native New Hampshire ...
Colby writes to tell his family it's not all that bad ...
A dipper of hot tea brings back memories of home ...
1862: Now that the holiday boxes have finally arrived, the boys choose to look on the bright side...
Here's a spooky (true) NH tale to carry you over from Halloween to Election Tuesday...
1862: Newton takes charge ...
1862: As far as Newton is concerned, the longer the rope, the bigger the tangle ...
1862: Freeman's hapless brother Newton Colby seems to have a knack for getting himself into trouble ...
1862: How they guarded the Potomac River, border between Union and Rebellion ...
Guest artist Rissa (age 6) brings us this romantic parasites'-eye-view of late Summer in NH ...
Here's a double-header GUEST POST of a favorite hunting anecdote from Thomas C. Rand's "Sketch of Keene, Gem of the Ashuelot Valley"...
1861: A recruiter for the new Sharpshooter Regiments arrives at Keene...
1860: Burleigh sends news about his family's Thanksgiving activities...
1860: Burleigh relates a classic NH Thanksgiving... (Drawn by guest artist Dan Haines of Hopkinton)
1860: Burleigh's recently back from the 1860 Republican convention in Chicago, and he can't wait to tell his brother all about the celebrations back on the farm in Contoocook:
1862: Burleigh K. Jones takes a break from letter writing to observe dinnertime; then he continues with some ghastly details from the Fair Oaks battlefield:
1862: With the war raging next door in Maryland, the city of Philadelphia STILL insists on certain inconvenient city ordinances ...
1862: Dr. Esther's party passes a difficult first night in their new quarters ...
I spent the afternoon exploring the winter woods on the mountain, and came back home to spend the evening with this poem by Robert Frost...