The thing is, in southern NH you’re surrounded by a huge number of Mass escapees. You have to go further north to safely play that card.
Oh, trust me, I wouldn’t bring it up myself–I’m the queen of sticking my foot in my mouth and try pretty hard not to insult random strangers, but I suppose I could play along and act like I care which side of the state line a person hails from if someone else makes a comment in that vein.
I made a sand castle on the beach at Lake Winnipesaukee when I was three years old.
I’m not sure it’s still there, though.
I assure you, the lake is still there.
::d&r::
As part of my job, I occasionally have to visit the Portsmouth Naval Shipyard (PNS).
Nice area. People seem very friendly.
And I LOVE the seafood. 
Last time we were there we ate at a place called Petey’s. Awesome.
I’m not a big fan of new England, but I could definitely live in NH.
Nobody has mentioned one of the most important things of all: learn to love the Red Sox and hate the Yankees.
I assumed that was a given.
Yeah, be careful about gossiping or being rude to anyone, because you WILL see them again in some other capacity. Or three.
I’m near Dartmouth where there are other non-natives, but yeah, the native vs. flatlander thing prevails. I’ll never really fit in here.
Shows you how long it’s been since I’ve been up on 16. I’m not a “Conway” type of person, so don’t tend to go to that side of the Kanc, hence no need for Rt 16. As a kid, my family traveled it every summer weekend on our way camping, it’s been 25 years since I could recite the order of the exits. Only 2 stops allowed from N. MA to Ossipee ME up 16. Lone Oaks for Ice Cream, and Riches in Rochester for something or other that my parents wanted to get.
And today was an ‘allow 10 extra minutes to scrape the snow and ice off your car’ day.
Yep–finally had to put on a coat!
I hate that quote. Obviously he was from away, else he’d realize that we get the same miserable weather for four solid months: December-March.
As a skier I can assure you that is not true.
I was walking around Portsmouth Friday night in just a lite vest. Saturday I was ducking snow flakes in Manchester.
But you’re right: those are crappy months weatherwise if you don’t ski.
The old saying is that we have nine months of winter and three months of rough sledding.
This has been great to read, I didn’t know there was so many other NH Dopers! I live in a rural town close to Vermont. My town is so rural in fact, it shares a zipcode with the next town over! I’ve lived in NH most of my life, and I never even heard of my town till I moved there. Lots of little places like that in NH.
I think NH is great. My SO and I have been blessed with the best neighbor ever. Since I work at night, I’m home alone alot. This apparently worried the neighbor, so he came to speak to my SO one day. He planned escape routes for me: one to his home, and one to his parents home up the road (utilizing an old logging road in our backyard). My SO and I giggle about that from time to time. Also, he randomly stops by with venison 
So many people are like that here. My SO broke down on a back road at 9PM a few weeks ago. He was given a lift home within 5 minutes (I was at work an hour away). Truck was towed by a guy that lives on our road. When this guy saw my SO’s tools in his truck, he offered him a job replacing the siding on his house.
Yup, we take care of eachother here:)
It’s really true. Three days after I moved in, my house was broken into (the police think it was the movers) and my brand spanking new 46 inch HD TV was stolen. It was the only thing they took, thank God, even though my laptop was sitting right next to it and there was another brand new, smaller, HD TV upstairs. The police canvassed the neighborhood to see if anyone saw anything and after they finished, the neighbors started stopping by (keep in mind that I live on three acres so it’s not like they’re right next door). One offered to let me spend the night at their house if I was afraid (I’m a single woman), helped me clean up the broken glass (they punched out a pane on my door and reached in and unlocked it. I now have keyed deadbolts but didn’t at the time) and fed me dinner. Later, the son of another neighbor stopped by. It turned out he’s an Army sniper who was home on leave from Afghanistan and he promised to keep an eye on me that night. I kept waiting for a red laser dot to appear on my wall…
Ok - since you will be an outsider, consider ordering this: How To Talk Yankee
You won’t be able to talk like us since you are “from away” - but at least you’ll know what the heck we are talking about!
Oh, and don’t call them Massholes - just call it Taxachusetts.
Come on, that’s Maine, not NH. Big difference.
Outside the US, Americans are Yankees.
Inside the US, people from back east are Yankees.
In the east, people from North of the Mason-Dixon line are Yankees.
North of the Mason-Dixon line, people from New England are Yankees.
In New England, people from Maine are Yankees.
In Maine, people who have pie for breakfast are Yankees.
Being from New England, and born & raised in New Hampshire, I fully understand this. But since she’s living on the Maine border, I thought she might find it useful.
So come on yourself 