I have been writing about Windham history for more years than I would like to admit. Over the years, I have uncovered many fascinating facts about the people and places in this New Hampshire town. I have decided to publish my writing online so that more people can enjoy the history of this unique place. Hopefully, this will become a resource for people searching for both the history of Windham and the details of their ancestors who once lived here.

scan0034The history of a place is like a mystery novel and a historian has to piece together scant resources and evidence to produce a narrative that tells the story of what makes that place unique. Take the picture shown on this page. It shows three workman, who were employees of Seavey Saw Mill at Windham Junction. A wonderful photograph of workingmen at the turn of the twentieth century. Now here is the rest of the story, shortly after the photograph was taken, one of these men would die in a brutal way, when he would accidentally fall and be cut to pieces by the giant rotary saw in the mill. Historic photographs capture a moment in time, and then time and history move on. That’s what makes history so fascinating for me and I hope I can share that enthusiasm with you.

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  1. HI Brad, I never knew this writing existed. The easy way you write how Windham once was and can never be again. I have always enjoyed listening to your Mom talk about people and places here in Windham, of which some I knew but most I didn’t. But, she never told me to read the history of a family here in town. I’m glad I stumbled upon this and will pass it along for others to enjoy. Thank you, Marilyn


    • Was that when it was know as Club Mirimar. I have some pictures I will be posting in a few weeks. It was rumored it was a Speak-easy for awhile during prohibition. The interior of the place when it was Club Mirimar shows it being quite a swanky place.


  2. My family from Lawrence Ma spent multiple summer seasons at Dinsmore Shores in the mid 1960’s; some of the happiest and most formative years of our youth.
    I recall Ginger the friendly mutt,( think I spotted her on the porch with George Sr), Cleo, (the basset hound), Sylvester( quack-quack), Brad and Gardner,( the local boys), the huge tire tube that beached in front of our cottage, the raft from which we launched ourselves, with abandon, from the tube, into the air first and then the lake. Most importantly we had lots of playmates, (many returning each summer season) for shared fun.
    I also recall seeing George Sr, always in motion with his scythe up at the top of the road; in awe at the Dinsmore sleek “speed boat”, the “boat parade” and all its regalia; soft ball with the campers; waterskiing, fishing and row boating; the old fashioned well and pump with ice cold water and a smell I will never forget; the muffled excitement of the Duncan’s Beach goers in the distance.
    So glad I unexpectedly surfed into this site to jog my memory for detail and revisit a wonderful, wholesome, more simple time of life, 50+ years ago. Thanks for the memories Dinsmore Shores!
    Kathy Higgins (brothers-Jim and Tom)(Parents-Helen and Jim)


  3. Hi Kathy Higgins,

    Thanks so much for writing. Yes it really was a different time then! Things were a lot simpler. People actually liked each other and got along and could enjoy time together. There were affordable places for people to spend vacations. And I also will always remember summers hanging out. “Hokie” and Ann, your Dad and the horse shoe marathons fueled on Budweiser. Learning what borsch was. Dark Shadows. Pig Latin. Paula winning Miss Cobbett’s Pond. I’m convinced I met my wife at Ackerman’s Ballroom, that night,and again twenty of so years later. She doesn’t believe me. You know, I rented your camp from my dad for two summers before they were torn down for condos. That was a great porch! Is Jim still telling his tales? What about Tom.


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