Moving to New Hampshire from south of the Mason-Dixon Line has been an adventure. The landscape here is gorgeous in all the seasons but seeing our small town completely covered in a white blanket is so…. well, it’s so New England. The beautiful architecture, the rich history, the rolling landscape, and that great Boston dialect is all simply WOW.
So much was new to us but we’ve learned a lot in the few years we’ve lived here, including a few new terms, good and bad… a bad one being ‘ice dam.’ In our first year, it took a dark dawn morning of towels, buckets and jugs catching water dripping coming through our walls to learn we had an ‘ice dam.’
A what? As soon as we reported the anomaly to our association, teams from a roofing company pulled up, unloaded ladders and sledge hammers and quickly worked their magic over our heads. That icy event was what we now call our ‘New England Baptism by Ice Water.’
Another unusual term I learned my first year in New Hampshire was ‘munchkin.’ When I was asked to bring ‘munchkins’ to a garden club meeting, they didn’t mean for me gather up the crew from the Wizard of Oz. A munchkin is the tiny hole from Dunkin’ Donuts doughnut, a bite size pastry. That was easy. There was a line at the first Dunkin’ Donuts, so I drove to the next one because there’s a Dunkin’ every two blocks in New England. I do not kid….
And don’t go through the Dunkin’ Donuts drive-thru and ask for a regular coffee if you drink it black. I learned the hard way. The regular coffee comes loaded with cream and sugar. Explain that one to me…. Also, just yesterday I was in a Verizon store where the employee helping me abruptly interrupted our conversation to tell another employee, “It’s almost 3 o’clock. The iced coffee is 99 cents at Dunkin’!” Hey, it must be their version of ‘Happy Hour.’
At first driving in the snow was frightening and difficult for me. For two winters, I hibernated during the snow season, afraid even to back my Prius from the garage. If I was forced to go somewhere, mister gardener either drove or I chugged along slowly in my Prius, white knuckled, holding up traffic. My children pressured me to get a car with all-wheel-drive. So I now drive my Suburu everywhere with a smile. “Love”… right?
Even though it doesn’t feel like spring, the vernal equinox arrives tomorrow at 12:15 pm EST. The earth in the Northern Hemisphere will tilt toward the sun and days will become longer, warmer and sunnier. When I feed our hungry birds during the day, I call out to our sole winter robin to ‘Hang it there! Spring is on the way!’ I don’t think he believes it and some days not sure I do. He patiently waits for me to to throw food over the snow a few times daily and he’s the first of all the birds to attack the sunflower seeds and mealworms. I hope he’ll pack his suitcase and head south next fall.
Well, I wouldn’t characterize myself as a New Englander yet. We both still have lots to learn and understand…. the system of government for one. Exeter operates as a town government with a traditional Board of Selectmen and Town Meeting form of government. And it can and it does get a bit feisty to watch!
We’re learning more and more each year why this is a “Live Free or Die” state. Yippee!
Glad to hear you’re enjoying your time in NH, and I’m sure your feather friends are very happy you settled in their neighborhood. 🙂
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We still feel like we’re on vacation!
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Ha! Fun read! C’mon down when y’all get a hankerin’ for Krispy Kremes and some Southern drawl! We’ll go four-wheeling in a Ram!!
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The good life…. ☺️
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I thought everyone outside of California put cream and sugar in ‘regular’ coffee. I know they do it in Pennsylvania, but thought it was also done in Oklahoma and everywhere else. I never asked.
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Generally you have to ask for cream/sugar at a drive thru. Here you must say ‘black,’ not ‘regular.’ I’m learning…
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In Los Gatos, I must ask to get butter on my toast in a restaurant. If I ask after the plain toast comes, it is not easy to spread cold butter on cooled toast.
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I always request my hot toast to be buttered before it’s served. You must ask or else…
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Even in other places? I thought that was an oddity endemic to Los Gatos.
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