Category Archive: Walpole

Dec 04

Remembering WHS, Class of ’59 Revisited

Blogging is rewarding in so many ways!

On the 27th of July, I made a short post by my high school days in Walpole, New Hampshire. That original post may be read by visiting

Before (or after) my visit to the Fitness Center, I pick up my mail at the postal facility in Wolfscratch village here at Big Canoe. This morning I was bewildered by a 6″x9″ envelope from a stranger named Arthur in New Hampshire. I was stunned to find two photographs of the Allen Kendall Orchestra taken in 1956 and a CD of their venue on New Years Eve 1955. Tears flowed (and continue to trickle down as I write this post) as I read the accompanying letter. “I was looking up Allan Kendall on the web the other day and up came your REMEMBERING WHS, CLASS of ’59….”

Santa2Arthur you have made me believe in Santa Claus once again. I’m so touched by your taking the time to send me the CD from the 1955 reel-to-reel tape and the photographs. This is the best present ever! “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus!”

I’ll contact Santa Arthur and ask his permission to post the photographs he shared with me.

Wishing all of you a wonderful, memorable, and safe holiday season!


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Jun 29

Remembering Walpole High School

Three more scrapbook pages illustrating some of our high school activities. Can imagine growing up in a nicer community than Walpole, New Hampshire.

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Jun 27

Remembering WHS, Class of ’59

We were so very lucky to have been raised in a small village, Walpole, New Hampshire. Walpole (like many places in the state) was a friendly place, where everyone knew each other, doors were never locked, and the neighbors were all special and caring.

The village of Walpole had a large Town Hall. The second floor boosted a stage with a dance floor (of course the room was frequently set up with for plays, large meetings and all). On Saturday nights, the Allen Kendall orchestra played wonderfully dancing music, including both ballroom and square dancing—something for everyone. It was the place to be on Saturday nights when I was in hight school.

Our high school class (WHS, class of 1959) was small—there were 27 of us from three communities, Walpole, Drewsville, and Westmoreland. Though a very small community during our sophomore year some of our parents called in a professional dance couple to teach us the basics of ballroom dancing and etiquette. I remember that year fondly. At the end of our sessions, my parents hosted a small dinner party for my twin and I and our dates and another couple before we headed out to show off our skills in a dance competition.


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Feb 15

Wordless Wednesday: Walpole, NH

Congregational Church, Walpole, NH

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Mar 30

Wordless Wednesday: Church Choir

3 generations of Woodwards sang in the choir, 1959

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Mar 01

Childhood Pets

Richard holding Gale with Tippy-Tip-Toes at their side

One of my dad’s maternal cousins in Pepperell, Massachusetts, raised Norwegian Elkhounds and gifted our family with Eric. Eric was a marvelous dog and our family loved him dearly… so did many of our neighbors. We lived in a small New Hampshire village about two long blocks from the village hub. Eric was very clever! Every morning (except Sunday – back then stores were never open on Sunday) Eric would trot down to the back entrance of Bemis’ IGA where Mr. Boulay, the butcher, would give him a bone. A neighbor, Mrs. Selkirk loved Eric so well that at least once a week she make him a very special stew. On many occasions, Mrs. Hubbard would call to see if Eric could spend the night because he looked so comfy and peaceful in front of the fire place. As I recall he was just a loving dog — no special tricks. When he passed at a fine old age, Mr. Selkirk asked if he couldn’t please be buried under her clothesline. My parents obliged with the consent of my brothers and I.

Its a wonder that our family had any cats or dogs. Mom disliked dogs and Dad despised cats. None-the-less we did have a couple of more dogs and one very special cat we called tippy-tip-toes. Tippy loved to play the piano when guests dropped by. Another of her favorite antics was to hide behind a piece of furniture and attack our little brother when he walked by.

Buster Beagle was an interesting dog given to the family by Pippy Baldisaro. Buster was grown when we got him. Dad, who liked to tinker with carpentry, made Buster a wonderful dog house complete with shingled roof and wood siding painted to match the siding of our home.  Buster didn’t realize that a dog house was to sleep in or to be used to escape the elements, he thought it was something to munch on. Buster caught distemper, at the time it was rather rare for a dog to survive the disease. A vet prescribed some medication and Buster was allowed to have his sick bed in the kitchen. We nursed him carefully and were well rewarded when Buster made a recovery. Mom discovered the great event when she went into the kitchen and found that Buster and chewed a large area of linoleum from around one of the registers. Buster survived distemper but did not survive the wrath of our mother – so-to-speak. Dad took Buster back to Mr. Baldisaro that very day.

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Feb 25

Walpole, N.H.

As children, my twin brother and I were not allowed to “hang out” unless we wanted to “hang out” at the public library in our little village.

Originally published in Anamnesis

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