I once worked with a woman named Charlotte. In Charlottetown. I used to live in Peterborough, Ontario. Now I work, part of the year, up the hill from Peterborough, New Hampshire. In other words, I have considerable practice saying “Hi there, it’s Peter from Peterborough” on the phone.
I’ve written a lot in this space about the people and places of Peterborough, New Hampshire. But I’ve never taken any pictures. Until now.
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Oh, sure … rub it in …
Oh, sure … rub it in …
Oh come on, there’s
Oh come on, there’s gazillions of Hilsboroughs. Somewhere a name must have gotten corrupted to Nilsborough, just from the sheer indistinguishability of “N” and “H” at more than 20 paces. Look for a hamlet where the people are nearsighted and there’s no optician. There you’ll find your Nilsborough.
I did the Peterboro(ugh)
I did the Peterboro(ugh) slide show. Those leaves make for purdy debris. Is the Historical Society building formerly a railway station? I also wonder whether the Unitarian church clock is set to Universal Time.
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