Stories of people who lived in the foothills of the Northern Presidentials.
Marcia,Terrific. Those oldtimers were really something. There weere still a few left in the 1940's, but not many. The mountains were still there though, and for two summers I sang in the Bretton Woods Boys Choir, in a camp at the foot of Mt. Washington.Sany in all the hotels from Bretton Woods to Dixville Notch.I'm not savvy enough to be sure how to get this comment to y ou, and as this is my third try you will have three comments to read if I ever get them to go through.Mark Gulesian
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