Nothing special?
Hah! Must be something special? President Eisenhower went there to fish with all his Secret Service agents.
http://www.griffinmuseum.org/photos/eisenhower.jpg
Here's a story from a longtime resident:
http://www.caledonianrecord.com/pages/gary_moore/story/d85174576
Here's a link to a watercolor:
http://www.rodskidmoreartist.com/images/Picture_0172.jpg
Bert Whittemore had a brief article in the Hooksett Banner back in December:
"I’ve included a photo of a visit by the then president, Dwight Eisenhower, to New Hampshire and Maine in 1955. After a self-consciously primitive lunch at the Dartmouth College grant in New Hampshire, the presidential party traveled by car to Lake Parmachenee in Oxford County, Maine, for some fishing and other manly pursuits. The photo shows my father chatting with Ike there. The late presidential chief of staff, Gov. Sherman Adams, was behind all this, of course, and a good time was had by all. At this late date, I’m struck by the fact that both men work neckties and jackets even in that rural setting. As a matter of fact, we all did during those times. I had to wear a tie to classes in secondary school and graduate school in the ’50s.
What seemed like a big joke at the time was the ill-concealed fact that the spot chosen for the presidential fishing hole (Little Boy’s Falls on the Magalloway River) was stocked with a big fat hungry trout. The fish were starved for days and nets were put both up- and downstream to keep the little critters from straying too far from the lures offered by the crusading hero of the European war. The press crowded around to watch as Ike brought several fish with admirable ease. It wasn’t a very serious challenge for him, all knew. I was particularly struck by the fact that no one mentioned the salting of the mine, so to speak, least of all the presidents, who knew how to be a good guest and how to play the part of a delighted sportsman.
In this day of photo ops and scriptured ad libs, such harmless fun seems primitive and quaint. Those days shouldn’t be forgotten, however. Ike’s visit was an event; long savored by the North Country and other Granite Staters. They even struck a license plate to commemmorate the event. They don’t do that in these times. Here in New Hampshire, we have long become accustomed to presidents and candidates eating baked beans, riding snowmobiles, kissing babies and promising the world to all who care to listen. It is well to savor less cynical times when a vest and tie were expected in the most casual atmosphere."
