Having summered on Lake Winnipesaukee for more than 45 years and Debbie for more than 30, much of in and around Wolfeboro,
Our first stop was Black's
where as kids we bought Sports Illustrated, comic books, toys and maple sugar candy. Today, however, it was to just walk through the store, noticing changes, including those resulting from technology … the prominent area formerly dedicated to books, magazines, newspapers and comic books has been moved and drastically downsized, replaced by a rainbow of Sweat and Tee Shirts. The store owner held up his cell phone and siad, this is the reason.
We spluged on some post cards and a coffee cup to replace Debbie's which had recently broken.
Then on to my favorite bakery
On up the street, the steeple of the First Christian Church was dramatic against the bllue sky.
Then down to the town docks – looking out over Wolfeboro Bay
Debbie chatting with a cute 4-year old
Wolfeboro Train Depot (1872), now the Visitor's Center
Huggins Hospital piano – we've seen these in other public places across the country
Our next stop was at
a boarding camp I attended the summer of 1957. I was fortunate to be one of just eight boys in the WIlderness Group as we spent more than six of the eight weeks out of the camp season on backpacking trips through the White Mountains or canoeing along the Saco River or Lake Aziscohos in northeastern Maine. It was a great summer!
However, the landscape of so much of the camp has changed, including the area where the three WIlderness tents were located … only the remains of a fire pit remain
A view from where our Wilderness tents were located.
Olny the bell at the waterfront
Leaving along the one-lane dirt road, we saw yet another sign autumn was not far away
After leaving Northwoods, we contiued north through Twenty Mile Bay where we pulled over to have lunch.
Then on to Melvin Village, passing the "frog rock" which has been kept well painted for as many years as we can recollect,
We'd originally planned to circumnavigate the lake. However, when we reached Mountonborough, wee suddenly realized we were only ten miles from our sister-in-law, Diana Louis
Note the "bonnet covering the horse's face and ears. We'd never seen anything like it before. Well, we leaarned something.
The earliest form of a horse bonnet or hat is found in the mid-14th century when horses became targets in battle in order to dismount the knights on them. In order to protect the horses from archers and other attackers, barding, or horse armour, was invented. In most cases, the horse had iron plates on its body for protection, including the head. These protective shields for a horse’s face were called ‘chanfron,’ and covered the whole front of the horses face as well as much of the ears and cheeks.
At the turn of the century, however, barding was not really necessary anymore. Horses became mostly modes of transportation and companion animals. A more modern take on the horse bonnet came to play. In the 1890’s “sun bonnets” for horses were all the rage in France. These sun bonnets were basically hats for horses, keeping the sun out of their eyes and shielding them from the heat of the day. These ranged from simple straw hats to elegant and frivolous masterpieces.
As these original “hats” evolved into their modern-day look, they actually were not used for style. These crocheted ear bonnets were used mostly in the Grand Prix arena, as riders were noticing that their horses would often get distracted at bugs flying around their ears. The tightly woven fabric helped keep the pesky insects from bothering a horse while on course.
Today, ear bonnets are a fashion statement in the jumper arena. Though they have kept their functionality as bug repellants and sometimes sound mufflers, most riders now accessorize their horse with a bonnet simply to keep up with their color scheme
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The symbolism of her wind vane was not lost on us
Back in Wolfeboro, we drove down Springfield Point where my folks had a summer and later permanent home, both of which my dad designed. Unfortunately, we could only see it from a nearby bridge.
Dinner with Sandy and Jeff ended a perfect day!