"Happy Jack" Chandler" discusses his famous great grandfather, a pioneering Abolitionist US Senator, John Parker Hale of New Hampshire

This interview was conducted in October 1989, where Mr. Chandler discusses his great grandfather, and grandfather, both of whom had distinguished carreers in New Hampshire politics, as well as his own long service as a state senator, state representative and governor's councilor. "Happy Jack," as he was commonly known, I had known for many years. Controversial, colorful, blunt spoken, a wealthy blue-blood whose ancestry dated to the Colonial Era, and American Revolution, to the fight to free the slaves and after...a true "character," an original in the Yankee tradition.

Loons at play by our deck at our cottage on Lake Wicwas, Meredith NH, on an otherwise quiet July Sunday morning, not so long ago.

 For the times in which we live...

      Memorial Day Sunday, CenterPoint Church, Concord, New Hampshire, May 27, 2024

 

New Hampshire's Indomitable US Senator Styles Bridges

Yours truly (just barely) with Cong. Chester Merrow, Bridges, Gov. Wesley Powell, October, 1960

at a stop at the Belmont Town hall, where a reporter grabbed this shot, appearing the next

 day in the Laconia Evening Citizen. County Attorney Dick Brouilliard is seen behind, at rear. 

 

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Anyone ever notice the little signs that read “Senator Styles Bridges Highway” posted intermittently along New Hampshire’s I-93, beginning from Concord to the Canadian border?

 

Styles Bridges served one two-year term as New Hampshire's governor (1935-1937), and spent the rest of his life in the United States Senate, becoming the most senior and powerful Republican in that body, dying in office just over a year after being re-elected to his fourth term in 1960.

I met him once as a kid when I was maybe eleven. I was with my grandfather during an all-day political event, visiting every town in Belknap county. The fall election was weeks away, and we were with a group of Republican candidates for local government seeking votes, headed by the governor, our congressman, and Bridges, all up for re-election. I was the only youngster among them. The first stop was Meredith, and my grandfather, himself up for re-election both as county commissioner and state representative, and a friend of Bridges for some 30 years, made sure I shook the Great Man’s hand. Actually it’s a moment I’ve not forgotten. 

Styles Bridges spoke in a kind of nasal, Yankee drawl. He was five-seven, maybe? That day: gray hair, gray suit, gray over-coat. Pale face, grayish-blue eyes. When speaking, his left eyebrow would occasionally rise slightly over that eye. His mouth had a little crooked way about it. His teeth, I think, were not good, some might have been missing, couldn’t quite tell. So his smile was unnatural, like he was being careful not to part his lips. A man I later worked for who knew Bridges for many years called it, “That grin.”

We traveled in cars from town to town, in a caravan called "The Flying Squadron," which occurred every election time for many years, where a reception of people awaited at each, with of course refreshments and decorations of flags and campaign posters. The major candidates gave brief remarks, maybe a joke, often with references relating to that town. Bridges, at every stop, though, gave exactly the same speech, word-for-word, in a droning monotone without much inflection. All about arcane bills and policies. We visited ten towns that day. A Daniel Webster he was not.

After the speeches, people enjoyed socializing, meeting candidates, some of whom were seriously politicking, "working the room," a ritual I would later learn to understand.

With Bridges, there was none of that. He'd stand there by a table, or in the middle of the room, where ever he landed after the speeches, chatting with people as they came by, not scanning the room to see who he should  soon move on to talk with next. He appeared to be a quiet listener. No rush. People came by him, then moved on. He reminded me of a favorite uncle at one of our family reunions. I didn't see any celebrity in him.

But he was.

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Senator Styles Bridges talks Presidents he's known and...the ATOM BOMB

 

 Two rascals at the back door on a warm summer day....

In Laconia, A Park by Any Other Name is Just as Cool...

Ahern State Park, Lake Winnisquam, Laconia, New Hampshire

A brief story in the Laconia Daily Sun, February 4, 2023, recently indicated that Ahern State Park on Lake Winnisquam was originally named Governor’s Park, with the observation, “but no one knew why.”

Indeed, “Governor’s Park” was the original name of this sometimes overlooked Lakes Region gem, and frankly its genesis and name are worth explaining before even the most diligent of local history buffs are forever perplexed.

In 1983, as a freshman state representative elected from Laconia's Ward 4, I sponsored House Bill 598: “Relative to the establishment of a state park on state-owned land in the City of Laconia in honor of all former governors of the state.” 

I enlisted some fellow area legislators to be co-sponsors, including friends Gary Dionne, Dennis Bolduc, Dave Whittemore of Laconia, and Senator George Freese of Pittsfield. And I must say, Representative Dionne did a fine job ushering the bill through the house State Institutions Committee, of which he was a member.

I tagged it “Governor’s Park” because in a hurry to get it filed, I couldn’t think of anything else to call it. Seemed appropriate since most of the school buildings there were named for whoever was governor when authorized or built at the time: Tobey, Dwinell, McLane, Felker, Powell, Peterson, Spaulding, etc.

The goal: since the school was still fully operating, if it ever closed or moved, this defined area would still be preserved for future generations to enjoy.

Therefore, the bill called for about half the total school property, arguably the best part, to be set aside as a state park, preserving some 200 acres of natural area and 3500 feet of prime shore front on Lake Winnisquam.

A few years earlier the state had sold off a large swath of acreage across Old North Main Street on Lake Opechee for private development, also state school property, and it seemed a good time to balance the inevitable by conserving some of the best natural area in the Lakes Region for the benefit of “everyday people” while still available.

By the way, the legislation pertaining to this land was submitted twice (1983 and 1987) and each adopted by unanimous consent in both the house and senate. The technical language in the first bill, however, long bothered me because it was too discretionary. In other words, as written this land would never become a state park or otherwise preserved if some commissioner in the future decided not to prepare a plan and submit it to the governor and council for approval.

So, a few years later I slipped in a bill to tighten the language mandating if the school closed or relocated, and if a park was not developed, the land and shore front would be “retained and preserved on a permanent basis by the state in its natural and geological state.”

But, when the school closed in 1991, the park was built.

Still, not much in this life is permanent, except for maybe the pyramids. One legislature cannot bind a future legislature from fussing around with a good thing. For instance a serious proposal surfaced in 1997 to sell “Governor’s Park” to finance a new prison. That idea died a hard death, but birthed a new name, one evidently as confounding and mysterious as the first. Governor’s Park? Ahern Park? What? Who?

Actually, let it be known that William J. Ahern of Concord served one two year term as speaker of the NH House (1923-1925) and was a trustee of the “New Hampshire School for Feeble Minded Children” (1901-1915), as the "Laconia State School and Training Center" was then known.

So, there you have it. A park by any other name is just as cool. But for a school? This school? Not so much.