Windham Life and Times – December 24, 2021

My Christmas in the 1960’s and 70’s.

Another Christmas is here again, so I began musing about the toys and traditions that were Christmas for us in the 1960’s-70’s. If you grew up then you’ll remember the Marx plays sets: Fort Apache, the gas station, the Flintstones set and of course those beloved World War II plastic soldiers. We loved the solider sets because we could play with them in our sand pile during the summer blowing the soldiers and tanks up with fireworks in a gale of smoke and fire and sand, which we imagined was pretty close to real life battle. Damn that was fun; and me and my brother still have all our fingers. Imagine that!

   Of course, the tree had to be thoroughly modern and adorned with copious amounts of lead tinsel to brighten it up. 

     My favorite Christmas present ever, was the year (1970), that I got my Honda CT 70. I had saved from working all summer and had half the cost. My parents covered the rest and I had my beloved bike for Christmas.  I was in eighth grade and that bike meant freedom to me. It let me travel the woods and wood roads all over Windham. Never got that much “trail play” though… I wonder where she hung out?

Windham Life & Times November 19, 2021

Windham Real Estate 1970’s-80’s

Incredibly Low Prices…Extraordinarily High Interest Rates

Just a silly notice because the last time I did this, somebody  thought the homes were for sale: THESE HOMES ARE NOT ACTUALLY FOR SALE. They are from old advertisements of our listings that were for sale with astoundingly low prices in the 1970’s  –  90’s. In the early 1980’s interest rates topped out at about 18%, because Federal Reserve Chairman Volker was trying to tame run-away inflation. Remember President Ford’s WIN campaign? Whip Inflation Now! It was totally ineffective and inflation lasted into the early 1980’s.

Windham Life and Times

Gurry’s: The Place for Windham-Salem Folks to Eat, Gossip and Joke

Gurrey’s as they say, “was a local institution.” My dad used to take me there as a kid, and I found the place and the people we met there both fascinating and entertaining. The place had changed it looks by then. How could they make all that food, right in front of you, in such a small kitchen?! And I learned about a lot of interesting subjects there listening to the men’s banter as they ate. You see, Gurry’s, was really a place for the local working men to eat. We always seemed to run into George Armstrong. I loved that guy; his laugh, and the stories he could tell, while constantly trying to keep his pipe lit. And there where jokes and people who were really good at telling them and others who just weren’t. Whatever happened to the art of telling a joke. Is life just not funny anymore or have we lost our sense of humor as a nation. Some were masters. Maybe that’s why we don’t tell jokes anymore; because you can’t hate when you’re laughing, especially at yourself. Seems like we all take ourselves way to seriously. Everybody is on a mission, rather than a casual stroll through the incredible moments that unfold in such a wonderful life. You know we probably won’t get a second chance, and even if we do, all that sleep-walking and angst is sure to affect our karma… impacting our next life. God forbid I come back as an ox, a beggar or a fly. I just hope I’m laughing still

Windham Life and Times – November 5, 2021

The seal of Thomas Jefferson with the Rebellion to Tyrants Motto

“Rebellion to Tyrants is Obedience to God”

The title to the piece was a motto proposed after July 4, 1776, by Benjamin Franklin to be placed on the great seal of the United States. It shows that Franklin understood, that tyrants, never desist, until they are forced to quit. Franklin captured a sentiment that ran throughout the revolutionaries fighting to shed a system of government that viewed them as “Subjects” rather than free men with the right of self governance. The American constitution was set up to not only establish, but also to protect the rights of its people.

   The bible teaches that, “You were bought at a price; do not become slaves of men. 1 Corinthians 7.23. William Penn said, “Those who will not be governed by God, will be ruled by tyrants,”  and the Psalms teach that “It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in princes. Psalm 118.9

   Today, carefully listen to the pronouncements of our government officials. Human “rights” have been replaced by “privileges,” granted to us at the whim of the state. “You now need a government pass, Citizen, to buy, sell, travel or work.” When I was young, my brother was tormented by a bully at his kindergarten. The people who ran the kindergarten wouldn’t make the problem cease; so my parents taught my brother how to fight. My poor brother was a gentle soul, who simply wanted to live in peace among his kindergarten class mates. But he reluctantly learned to fight. One morning, my mother pulled up to the kindergarten and as my brother went to get out of the car, she said, “remember Gardner, punch him in the nose.” My brother, dutifully left the car, found the bully and punched him in the nose. That was the end of my brother’s torment. And to a more important point, it was the end of the torment the bully was bringing to the other children who were also oppressed. My brother is a lot like many of us: we want to just be left in peace until our peace is taken away. Franklin is saying, “we obey God when we fight tyranny of any and all kinds.”

     After the revolution in Russia, the bourgeoisie was allowed to continue in existence for a period of time. The state needed them. They suffered indignities like having the Communist Party force them into housing and supporting strangers in their homes. Finally, the charade ended and many of the middle class in St. Petersburg, were rounded up and made to work on building canals in freezing temperatures with only hand tools or even just their hands.  Most died there, struggling to build canals to nowhere.  

     America today seems to resemble China during the Cultural Revolution, more than it does what was once the United States; or Winston Smith’s, “Minute of Hate” from the novel 1984. And just as in China and Russia, it is the middle class, and the intellectual ideals of freedom and human rights that are under attack in America today. Tyrants hate individual freedom because they cannot control it. There are plenty of tyrants and bullies ready to point their fingers at whom we should hate; whom we should denigrate and marginalize. We are better than this! We should be lifting up, not tearing down. My master commands that, “He without sin should cast the first stone.” And as Abraham Lincoln so elegantly said, “A house divided against itself cannot stand,” which is taken from Mathew 12:25. Christianity has always called us to be our better selves; to love one another. Sometimes however, gentle, loving kindness has to be defended by might.      

    The second amendment has nothing to do with hunting or self-defense; it is in the constitution so the people can defend their rights against a tyrannical government. A gun allows a person to punch the government bullies in the nose. It gives the citizens power to resist the tyrants, just as our founding fathers envisioned. And that is why some political leaders are so intent about confiscating guns. They want the tyrants to be given free reign over you and the ones you love. They can only succeed if you are disarmed and put at their mercy. The “Auld Gun” protects us from tyranny.

    Robert Dinsmoor, the Rustic Bard, wrote a poem filled with veneration to the old family gun. It is written in a way that gives the gun personification.

The Auld Gun

…Nae Dinsmore arms would never surrender…

For them, I was a bold defender…

When master brought me to this land,

I aye stood charged at his right hand;…

Against Dinsmore!

My hail was death, at his command,

With thundering roar!

    Morrison says, “Robert Dinsmoor…owner of the gun, was an immigrant from Ireland in the year 1730. He settled in that part of Londonderry now Windham.” He was one of Windham’s first three selectmen in 1742. “He was one of the first commissioned officers of the Train Band in Windham, N.H., and had the command of militia at (fort) No. 4, now Charlestown N.H., in the time of the old French and Indian War… The old gun seemed to have a charmed life. It passed from its original owner, Robert, to his eldest son John, who was one of the leading men in town—-town clerk, moderator, selectman, delegate to the Provincial Congress at Exeter N.H., in 1775, a justice of the peace, an elder in the Presbyterian Church. (and a slave-owner) He married Martha, daughter of Justice McKeen and was blessed with 12 children…  John Dinsmoor’s grandson, John Bell Dinsmoor, inherited the “Auld Gun.” He was born in Ripley New York, and lived in Kansas and Missouri from 1859 to 1861. He enlisted in Company I-9th N.Y. Calvary, as a private in 1861.” John, the slave owners grandson, fought for the Union and the freedom of the slaves in the America. He became a Lieutenant and Provost Master of the Calvary.

The slave system in the Americas was tyranny on a grand scale. Slavery was enshrined in the laws of nation states which clearly illustrates the point that not all laws are just, simply because they have become the law. Martin Luther King stated the following about unjust laws:

One may well ask: “How can you advocate breaking some laws and obeying others?” The answer lies in the fact that there are two types of laws: just and unjust. I would be the first to advocate obeying just laws. One has not only a legal but a moral responsibility to obey just laws. Conversely, one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws. I would agree with St. Augustine that “an unjust law is no law at all.”

Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine whether a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man-made code that squares with the moral law or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas: An unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust.

Martin Luther King, Jr.
Letter from a Birmingham Jail”
April 16, 1963

    “…In August 1791, after two years of the French Revolution and its repercussions in [Hispaniola], the slaves (in Haiti) revolted. The struggle lasted for 12 years. The slaves defeated in turn the local whites and the soldiers of the French monarchy, a Spanish invasion, a British expedition of some 60,000 men, and a French expedition of similar size under Bonaparte’s brother-in-law. The defeat of Bonaparte’s expedition in 1803 resulted in the establishment of the Negro state of Haiti which has lasted to this day…” Los Angeles Times Op-Ed by Howard French Oct 10, 2021. They never would have succeeded without having had guns.       

    “Without weaponry, the slavocracy could not have enslaved the Haitian population in the colonial plantation system. The same guns that had been used to oppress and exploit enslaved Haitian laborers, however, became tools in the hands of those who self-emancipated by fighting for freedom. Armed with weapons and organized to fight in its own national and class interests, the Haitian Revolution militarily defeated the armies of the colonial slavocracy.” Workers World:“

While there was no revolution of slaves in America as such, there were other actions taken by both whites and blacks to resist the tyranny of slavery. One of the finest, most noble, as well as elegant, was the simple yet heroic act of “self emancipation.” Blacks broke “the law” and courageously ran away from their masters and the unjust system the slave-owners had created. They separated themselves from the tyrants in an act of obedience to God. Whites all over the northeast also broke “the law,” for it was illegal to assist run-away slaves. The federal government enforced the law and federal agents rounded up run-away slaves. Thousands of African Americans travelled the underground railroad to freedom and hundreds of whites acted as advocates and helpers in their escape…all broke the laws and rebelled against tyranny. They all were American hero’s; they said enough.

Alexander Solzhenitsyn, most eloquently describes the senselessness of a lack of action and acquiescence to tyranny.   “And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?… The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.”

Open your eyes, don’t you see yet? The mandates, the firings, the insults, the virus, the fear, contrived shortages, the hysteria, the destruction of the middle class, the dangerous vaccination of children with experimental substances, the constant propaganda, has nothing to do with a very weak boogey man called Covid-19: It all has to do with controlling your mind with fear so you will accept tyranny. They are moving forward with the Plan and you do not even feel the chains and manacles as they are being placed around your hands, legs and neck. If you do not resist, what is coming is human slavery on a scale and with a horror, never before experienced on earth. Some people prefer servitude but as for me “give me liberty or give me death.” Resist. Do not comply.

Workers World:“

It’s Time to Remember Their Names

From the African American Memorial Committee

 Over the last several months a group of Windham residents have formed the African American Memorial Committee which has been working in conjunction with the Cemetery Trustees, The Windham Endowment, The Windham Presbyterian Church and the Historic District Commission, to develop a meaningful way to remember the African American community which was a vital part of the town of Windham during the time period surrounding the American Revolution. As you may know, there are at least four African Americans buried in the Cemetery on the Hill in unmarked graves. 

   The past spring, radar imaging was completed that verified the location of the four African Americans identified by Leonard Morrison as being buried in a corner of the Cemetery on the Hill. Members of the Committee reached out to the Black Heritage Trail NH, who will be partnering with us to provide a portion of the cost for creating a bronze plaque at the cemetery to remember the African American community in Windham. More specifically, Peter Thom, Pompey, Jeffery and Rose. We will also memorialize Nicholas Vicksham, a free black man from Windham, who fought in the Revolutionary War. In this way, their names will not be forgotten again.

   Squire John Dinsmoor died in 1805 and he had an estate estimated at over $60,000. That was a sizable sum in the early 1800’s. Dinsmoor was a very successful man, he owned a store in the eastern part of town, he was an early investor in the Londonderry Turnpike, he was a judge who ruled on important local cases, and he also owned slaves which he leased out to his friends and neighbors in Windham. I have many of his log and account books showing every penny he earned from both his store and other enterprises. John Dinsmoor was rich in material wealth, and he spent his life ever increasing his personal gain.

     Robert Dinsmoor was his cousin and a farmer, who had a farm in Windham which sat high on a hill overlooking Cobbett’s Pond, who was better known for his poetry, for which he gained nothing but the joy of being able to beautifully describe and celebrate the human condition. The following is an exchange with his son William, who had hired himself out as a laborer to a wealthy man in Massachusetts:

…Mr. Gardner’s sickness and death gave me some trouble as the two of us, Mr. Dow and I had to sit and tend him in his sickness. He was not aware that he was dying. This should teach us, (I think a Good lesson,) that a deathbed is an uncertain place for us to prepare to leave the world. I am afraid that Mr. Gardner trusted too much in his moral honesty. He believed if he was honest and industrious, he would pass for a good man, thinking when a man left the world that was to be the last of him…What good can be found in being very anxious? We have been striving to complete this road this summer to make a rich man richer. It is worthy of notice that the first carriage that came across the bridge, came to Mr. Gardner’s Funeral!” William Dinsmoor, September 12, 1807

   All of the charges for the work of Jeffrey and Pompey, two African American slaves, are meticulously recorded in entries of John Dinsmoor’s log-book. One of them stood out to me because it shows that African American hands were involved with other members of the community in the construction of our Windham town hall. The hall was built for government functions and to house the Presbyterian church. The following is from Dinsmoor’s logbook:

“May, 1799 Town of Windham D–

To one day provisioning Stuff for the M.H. (Meeting House) Pompey.

For one day S–ing Boards and S—-ing.. Pompey

To one day after S—- from A Wilson finding Clapboards

To going after nails.

To one day examining the work and cleaning the Meetinghouse——–

The role of African Americans in New England just prior to and after the American Revolution is a history that has been hidden and which only recently has been uncovered by many historians and interested groups. It’s a compelling story. Hundreds of African Americans fought in the American Revolution among the patriots of that time. Many of them used the wages they received in the army to buy their freedom. Some such as Nicholas Vicksham fought as a free black man with other Windham men. Because of their bravery and service in the cause, New Englanders changed their outlook on slavery and many families joined the abolitionist movement and were supporters of the Underground Railroad in the area.

    I have been really moved by the group of people who have joined the effort to remember the slaves and free-men who were once part of the town of Windham. We’ve dubbed out ourselves the “African American Memorial Committee” and we have been working to find a way to remember our former black towns people who were in a very real sense forgotten. This group has freely contributed their time and efforts to see that the names and lives of the early African American residents of Windham will be remembered though the erection of a memorial and inclusion in the Black Heritage Trail.  Its only common decency that we remember them, as all the other old Windham residents have been remembered, on the Cemetery on the Hill. 

   We will be providing more information in the near future on ways the community can participate in this effort through donations and in joining us in a dedication ceremony in the Spring of 2022. Again, the committee wants to thank all of the individuals and organizations who are participating in this effort.

Brad Dinsmore, Chairman

The African American Memorial Committee

Diane Carpenter

Bob Coole

Ruth Coole

Peter Griffin

Renee Mallet

Susan Mitchell

Shelley Philippe

Windham Life and Times – October 8, 2021

“The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”

In Fact, You Can Hardly Tell It’s Taking Place.

    So there is something that provides me with a profound sense of perfect peace as I watch the sad display of self-destruction, during the non-televised revolution, inexorably marching on in the once great United States of America. Make no mistake, we are living through the takeover of this country by communists/fascists while the populace sleeps; forever attached to the screens that hypnotize, mesmerize and deceive. Luckily, for The Plan, our president is also soundly sleeping.  For god’s sakes, the nominee for the Comptroller of the Currency, Saule Omarova, is an avowed communist who graduated from Moscow State University on a Lenin scholarship! The government is proposing we spend 4.5 trillion of money we do not have and cannot afford for some vain fancies of the progressive left, while Social Security and Medicare face bankruptcy in the very near future. Argentina was also the richest nation on earth, in 1910, then slowly at first, then suddenly, it wasn’t. 

     The social media oligarchs have become our very own Pravda and paid handsomely for their nefarious work. You do know that Merrick Garland’s son-in-law, Xan Tanner, is cofounder of Panorama Education, a company that supplies critical race theory materials to public schools. Oh, but there’s no conflict of interest to see here. Parents and their attempts to control the education of their children make them domestic terrorists that need to be investigated. America was not founded on evil ideals! Every human enterprise is flawed; so why are we as a nation on such a suicidal path? Who wants us destroyed? Do you see yet?

     Oh, how easy we have made it for the people who are our sworn enemies. We’re so blind and given over to our own devices, lusts, fancies, and a desire for fleeting normalcy that we don’t even see it.  The vapid, corrupted, aging, decrepit, politicians of both parties, perform the script, of their NWO controllers, stuffing their pockets with ill gotten gains while attacking American citizens as our feckless bureaucrats, play their final acts in the crumbling set-piece of the U.S.A. Despite this gloomy time, the world still turns…

     In fact, to be precise, it turns at 1,000 miles an hour, while we frolic on its surface blissfully unaware.  And now just as ordained, the earth is tilting 23.5 degrees on its axis, allowing for the change of seasons that is now upon us. Again, this massive shift goes little noticed by us as the temperatures drop and the daylight dims. However, my summer friends are all beginning to notice the changes even as I drench them with water to shield them from the dropping degrees. 

     It’s was a incredibly glorious summer to be alive. Supply issues meant that I could not get my regular vines and I had to start them from very small containers…but they were magnificent still.  I was also privileged to see a rare event while sitting near the water of Cobbett’s Pond with my 90 year old parents. Three bald eagles; together over the lake. Gazing with wonder as they hovered perfectly still in the wind, and as one dropped straight down, claws first to grab a fish from the water. Most every night, at cocktail time, I have watched my eagle friends flying down the lake.

    For several weeks this summer, I could hear an Osprey nest nearby my home. Then just recently two baby Ospreys appeared in my yard…Rabbits and Chipmunks beware. Of course, my wife, the ever down to earth and rational one, thinks my obsession with the earth; with  the creatures and plants that inhabit it with us is crazy. Well, for the health of my being, and my gratitude to the One who has given me all the good and great gifts within which I live, breath and move; I boldly claim with glorious abandon the madness of my deeply heart-felt perception, of a very wonderful, awe inspiring world.  It’s time to prepare for a very bumpy ride! The Revolution is not being televised but it is taking place.