Lucky day. Ray Kucharski from Waterville Valley sent this true story:
He writes:
“A friend of mine, and his wife, bought a small neighborhood convenience store. One day, as a new store owner, he was attending the store when a woman came in and asked if he had any sealing wax. He searched his head for a long time and finally replied: “No, but I have some floor wax.”
Which reminds me of another true story. A citizen had too much to drink and caused a ruckus in the village one evening. She got put in the pokey, a cell in the basement of town hall next to the police chief’s office. When she sobered up a little and realized her plight and that she’d be spending the night, she asked the chief if he’d go to the general store next door and get her some Kotex. He said, “I’m sorry, Marge, but you’ll have to eat corn flakes like everybody else.”
Bee yee shore that an't the Woodford cops yee bee a jawboning a mite bit about.See yee are a heading over to Goshen far from the ocean. You know that town was created sort of like god made eve out of another living thing or in this case a anothrer town. probably just as well the town the land was t5aken from could not decide what it name was or how to spell it. The town it came from was Wendell, which evidently did mot like its own name and the tail piece removed became Goshen. GREAT LANDS TO GOSHEN NOT BY THE OCEAN. Over at Wendell things were brewing and the town became saville. strange to think the tavern was the only publick house in town before the summer hotels came in. It had a large hall for town meeting and assemblies on the rear. No town house existed for a long time, wonder if the town meeting location might have caused a bit of the problems. so the place became Saville. However, That name did not please folks and Sunapee, Sunapy, sunapee, sunipei, before lighting on the current spelling. Sunapee folks can not remain mad at Goshen folk without bein mad at new london folk for while lands to the south went new london got lands to the swest. FAIR WARNING BEST KNOW ABOUT RUEL DUNKEE, his 37 year reign of power, the circus tickets and the Boston and Maine RR. y
Posted by: ART RIDGEWOOD | February 18, 2009 at 11:03 PM
Art Ridgewood:
You are a font of knowledge. :):) :) Reminds me of the town of Mont Vernon, don't dare call it Mount, though -- I believe the story goes -- one of those Publick House keepers named his inn the Mount Vernon Inn, or something like, and tried to get the town to go along. They wouldn't. Hope somebody from Mont Vernon will write in and straight me out on that. A little vague.
Windy day, Art, best stay indoors on the Ridge or you'll blow clear to Barrington.
Beck
Posted by: rebecca Rule | February 20, 2009 at 09:33 AM