Both events highlight the
importance of local resources. Not the natural resources that draw both residents
and visitors to this beautiful neck of the woods, but the kind that are more
rarely discussed – our libraries and museums, whose stature is small, but whose
import to the local community is immeasurable.
These are the places we go
when we have questions that cannot be answered via a Google search. They are
the places we visit to see how our towns looked 100 years ago, find out who
came before us, or discover what grand building once stood at the top of those
elaborate but now overgrown stone steps leading seemingly to nowhere.
Libraries offer much more
than borrowed books. They are a place to find information of all sorts, to sit
quietly and read, and sometimes to access the Internet – a big deal in a place
where many folks are still stuck on dial-up connections at home. Larger
libraries, like Littleton’s, also have microfilm of local newspapers covering
several decades, along with other historical resources. These can be a boon to
people conducting research, but they’re also a kick to look through, revealing
enticing glimpses into bygone days.
As a resident of Franconia, I
often visit the Abbie Greenleaf library, built the same year as Fenway Park.
The building is well kept and the gardens out front are a glorious assortment
of colorful blooms through the summer. But the real treasure is inside, where
the librarians can point you in the direction of well-worn history tomes or the
latest reading sensation – or offer a suggestion if you just don’t know what
you want.
Likewise, our area’s museums are
treasure troves of local history, revealed through photographs, personal notes, and
carefully considered exhibits. While searching for one thing or another in our
local museums, I have discovered unexpected gems. It is here that I found the glorious
Profile House which once reigned in splendor over Franconia Notch. It is here, too, that I gained important insight into the later development of
Cannon Mountain as a ski area. And it is here that I learned that as successful
a poet as Robert Frost became, he was not much for farming, despite keeping a cow in his Franconia barn.
Over the years, for various
stories and projects, I have turned to several local resources – the Franconia Heritage Museum, tucked into a former residence gifted to the town; the Sugar Hill Historical
Museum occupying a neat, bright building and adjacent carriage barn in the
center of town; the Littleton Historical Society’s museum nestled into the lower level of that town’s Opera House; and the NewEngland Ski Museum,
housed in a tiny building and former maintenance shed at the base of Cannon
Mountain’s tramway.
These museums range from all
volunteer staff to full-time employees. Some are open a few hours during summer
weeks, others nearly year-round. All hold information in the form of
scrapbooks, photographs, interview transcripts, books and newspaper clippings
and little tidbits of information tucked here and there that together paint a
picture of our region’s history – its people and commerce and changing
landscapes.
Usually, these small museums
(and municipal libraries) operate on shoestring budgets. Many rely heavily on
meager membership fees from a core of interested supporters to keep the doors
open and the bills paid. If you haven’t visited your local library or museum
lately, I encourage you to do so – and to support it however you can. You never
know what you might discover.
A version of this essay appears in this week’s edition
of the Record Littleton.
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