A Lesson About The Tide

This is a story about what was intended to be a fun day on a sea-doo, on the ocean for a day. This story played out at a time of the year when the beach was not busy with swimming and sunbathers. The year was sometime during the middle 1980s, and my guess would be in the month of September because the water temperature of the ocean is very cold in the spring, maybe 50 degrees.

As the story goes, two young men from inland New Hampshire loaded a sea-doo into the back of a Datsun pickup truck and came to Wallis Sands beach. They found the public beach access way onto the south end of Wallis Sands beach near Parson’s Creek and Concord Point. Seeing no sign to warn them of the danger, they drove the truck down onto the beach to make unloading of the sea-doo closer to the water.

The tide was about halfway; which way it was moving was hard to tell unless one is familiar with the ocean or has access to a tide chart or calendar. The day this adventure took place, the tide was on its way in, and with the excitement of the ride on the ocean, the men did not move the truck to higher ground.

I can only imagine the surprise the men experienced when they returned and found the truck in water up to the headlights. What a costly day at the beach.

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John's Pumpkins and Squash

This is part of an ongoing initiative to preserve the remembrances of longtime resident and public historian, Roger Philbrick.

John E. LaSuer March 8, 1905 - March 3, 1991 (This story was recited to me by John E. LaSuer)

John LaSuer was born in 1905 in Lowell, Massachusetts and was a 1924 graduate of the Wentworth Institute in Boston. John and his wife, Caroline, moved to Rye in 1941 and lived at 11 Big Rock Road for a short time before they bought the Jenness Farm at 155 Grove Road. John was a civil engineer at Portsmouth Naval Shipyard for 25 years. John served as an original member and past chairman of the Rye Planning Board. John LaSuer sub-divided the Jenness Farm and created the five house lots, west of the barn at 155 Grove Road.

John and Caroline also purchased a field on the southwest side of Washington Road, where 1072 and 1076 now exist. John wanted to raise a crop in that field, but did not know what crop would do well, so he asked his friend and farmer, Theodore (Ted) Ham, “What crop would grow well on that property?” Ted replied, “I’ll think about it tonight and let you know in the morning.”

Ted Ham called John the next day and advised John he thought pumpkins and squash would do well in that field. John hired Ted to plow, harrow, and get the field ready to plant. Ted did what he was asked to, and a few days later the two couples, John and Caroline, Ted and his wife, Hazel, planted the squash and pumpkins.

During the summer the wifes hoed, weeded, and encouraged the growth of the squash and pumpkins. Then, in the middle of September, Ted called John and told John, “you’d better take tomorrow off from the Navy Yard. We are going to get a frost and we need to pick those squash and pumpkins before we get a frost.”

Ted said he would bring the truck and a hay wagon down to the field in the morning. They met at 7:30 the next morning and the two couples picked squash and pumpkins all day. Around 4:00 Ted said to John, “it’s 4:00 and I have to go and milk the cows; I’ll take and put the truck and wagon in the barn for the night.”

Ted Ham’s farm was on Dow Lane, where the “Cider Mill” is Today. The barn was the barn behind the “Cider Mill”, at 1190 Washington Road. Today, the barn is a home. Ted drove the truck and wagon up behind the barn and onto the main floor of the barn. Ted invited John to the house to enjoy a cocktail, and as they walked towards the house on Dow Lane, they heard a cracking sound and then a loud crash. The truck and wagon had fallen into the barn cellar, along with all the pumpkins and squashes.

John LaSuer told me he did not get a pumpkin or a squash after all of that work and effort.

Run Away Horses from Portsmouth

This is part of an ongoing initiative to preserve the remembrances of longtime resident and public historian, Roger Philbrick.

The Philbrick family has been in the cartage business for many generations. Today we call cartage by the name Trucking industry, but before motorized vehicles, goods or products were moved by wagons or sleds depending on the season of the year. Some of the products the Philbricks moved were logs, lumber, sawdust, ice, firewood, coal, seaweed, hay and salt hay. This story is about carting coal from Portsmouth.

Before the middle 1800s, heating homes and public buildings was accomplished by burning wood. The need for firewood and lumber was so large that the settlers laid out their farms to include a 100 acre woodlot. As the railroads developed, the need for a more efficient fuel to make heat became a reason to transport coal from where it was located in the earth to areas of need, either by railroad or by ship. Because Portsmouth was a seaport, coal was available at piers on the Piscataqua River.

The first mention of coal being used to heat the Town Hall of Rye was in the the Town Report of 1915. Before 1915 the source of heat was firewood, which records show Mr. Gilman P. Goss sold to the Town of Rye for $38.50. Mr. Gilman P. Goss sold firewood to the Town of Rye along with Edgar J. Rand, Charles S. Whidden, Arthur Jenness, Sherman Rand, Albert Herman Drake, and Daniel Jenness Parsons. These men did not supply firewood for the town hall every year, but town reports from 1906 to 1917 indicate various men sold firewood in different years.

In 1915, after the heating system in the town hall was changed from wood burning to coal burning, so came the need to cart coal from Portsmouth to Rye. In 1915, my grandfather’s brother, Alfred Cheney Philbrick, was solicited to deliver coal from C. E. Walker and Co. in Portsmouth, to the Rye town hall. The C. E. Walker Company was located on a wharf, on the Piscataqua river at the end of State Street, on the right, or south-east, side of the now Memorial Bridge.

Alfred Philbrick was born June 2, 1875 and married Ethel Stone from Cornish, Maine October 31, 1900. Ethel Stone was a teacher at the East school on Brackett Road. Alfred had a pair of persian horses, which are larger than most draft horses, and generally black. The story takes place during the winter of 1915, so the vehicle used to transport the coal was a sled pulled by the persian horses.

On March 22, 1915, Alfred had finished purchasing two tons of coal and was climbing onto the sled to come to Rye, when a steam line near the horses heads burst, spooking the horses, and started them on a dead run up State Street. Alfred had the reins in his hands and jumped onto the sled as the horses took off. Alfred was able to steer the horses onto Middle Street and then onto Miller Avenue, still at a run. The horses were still at a run by the time they got to Rye Center, so Alfred stayed on Washington Road, because of the hill on Central Road. Alfred went up Washington Road to Grove Road and turned the horses onto Grove Road. The hill by Mountainview Terrace had exhausted the horses, so that Alfred had them under control again.

When they arrived at the farm on Central Road, the black horses were white with lather.

Lightning Strikes The Schoolhouse

This is part of an ongoing initiative to preserve the remembrances of longtime resident and public historian, Roger Philbrick.

The first mentioned action taken by the parish toward the establishing of a school was at a town meeting, March 23, 1729. It was “voted that the selectmen be empowered to hire a school master and move him several times, as they see cause for the convenience of the children going to school.” In 1786 it was “voted there shall be a school house built near where the old one now stands between Mr. Johnsons and Mr. Nathan Knowles, near where the residence of widow Oliver Jenness. The cost of this schoolhouse, which was on what is now Grove Road and near Fern Avenue, and was the first schoolhouse of which there is record of its having been built by the town was L14, 9Ss 6d, but it was not wholly finished at that time.”

In 1826, brick school houses were built in the south and west districts at a cost of about $500 each. The first brick South School on Central Road, was very near the road, east of the brick school we knew. The school was built two years after the lightning strike at the school on Grove Road.

The two boys killed by lightning striking the schoolhouse June 30, 1824 were cousins, Langdon and Sheridan Philbrick.

Langdon Philbrick - born 1805, died June 30, 1824, age 19. Parents: James Philbrick b. July 8, 1780, father; Abigail Perviere Philbrick, mother, married May 21, 1801

Sheridan Philbrick - born May 20, 1813, died June 30, 1824, Age 11. Parents: Jonathan Philbrick b. September 17, 1773, father; Sarah Marden Philbrick, b. November 1771, mother; Married Oct. 22, 1795.

James and Jonathan were brothers, sons of Joseph Philbrick and Anna Towle Philbrick. They grew up at the farm on Central Road.

Edited to change the date of Sheridan’s parents marriage to 1795 as it was originally misread as 1745.

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