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Wolfeboro: Character of Lore, Monte-zuma
Wolfeboro Legend Monte-zuma This is the true story of a character from Wolfeboro Falls called Monte…Monte-zuma in full. This wasn’t his real name but that’s what the local boys used to call him back in the late 1950’s. Anyone familiar with the Smith River Canoe Race in Wolfeboro Falls knows where he lived because it is right on the opposite shoreline in a 12×8′ ft sturdy shack 80 yards down from the rapids. To this day, there is a sunken wooden platform covered in slippery moss that he used to get back and forth across the river. Back then, the wooden platform was above water and Monte covered it with corrugated roofing to keep it from getting wet. The roofing was also nice and loud in case he had any visitors which will come later in the story.Monte was the night watchman and maintenance man for the Wolfeboro Mills that used to exist along that long flat stretch of river across from his shack. He had a pigeon coup right at the edge of the river and he raised the pigeons for food. He also enjoyed eating fish he caught from the river. Monte wasn’t a lean scraggly-old hermit but actually clean shaven and roundly with a receding hairline. He didn’t mind a visitor now and again; he was known to serve his guests soda biscuits and peanut butter from his outdoor stone fireplace. He entertained with a pet racoon and a blue jay that he spoke to as if they were his children. One night some local boys were camping out in Wolfeboro Falls and they decided it would be a good idea to give old Monte a scare. Ronnie Keslar was up for the task and started across the wooden platform on the river until the corrugated roofing gave him up. The shack door flew open and Ronnie ran for his life as he heard the bellow and the hammer of the gun. He ran so fast in the darkness that he stumbled to the ground as a bullet went over his head into the sign post above. Monte wasn’t bothered much at night by the boys again. It wasn’t until a Mr. Malone purchased the mill and it was converted from excelsior to t-shirt manufacturing that Monte was forced to move on. His shack was burned to the ground and all that remains is the sunken wooden platform and stones from the outdoor fireplace. By Jeremy Osgood Author and Photographer Visit my photo gallery PHOTOS 4 NATURE Check Out Jeremy’s Historical Novel Based On the Legend Of Chocorua PHOTOSNATURE Click here to View my Gallery and Purchase Images Instagram Facebook Linkedin Youtube
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Wolfeboro’s Doris-Ann Clough
Wolfeboro’s Doris-Ann Clough Sunlight always seems to shine on Doris-Ann Clough. If you spend any time in Wolfeboro you’ve probably seen her walking, flamboyantly gesturing, lecturing a jay-walker or unsuspecting tourist driving the wrong way down a one-way street. Born in 1935, she’s logged roughly 127,750 miles by foot through rain, sleet, snow, whether it’s 95F degrees or-20F. For the past 30 years, she’s worked at the Wolfeboro laundromat in the morning and if something needs doing she’s up and at it. She could probably tell you every sidewalk crack and slightest nuance in her travels through town and you’d think the story would end there… Doris-Ann doesn’t have any children of her own but she has many children in her heart. At her home on Lehner St., abutting carpenter school, she’s cared for dozens of boys and girls and she remembers them all by name and their individual personalities. I stopped to see her this morning outside her home and she insisted that i come in for a visit. It’s been 30 years, but she reminds me often how she taught me to tie my shoes. The walls and tables adorn all the little faces of her past. The one that she still holds most tightly is a young girl that died back in 1968 at the age of 14 of Cystic Fibrosis, Mary Anne Soucey, and to her, it seems almost like yesterday. She has a large painted portrait of Mary Anne on her living room wall, and in the kitchen, a color by number cat hanging by the front door. Whatever your faith or spirituality, there’s a special place for people like Doris-Anne Clough. Doris Anne Clough.
