Set 4 of My Favorite Pictures Taken From Inside Our Cottage in the White Mountains
Bob Jensen at Trinity University 

The pictures were taken inside our cottage in various seasons
I'm strictly an amateur photographer
If a bright light appears in a picture it's usually the reflection of my flash on the window glass
Sometimes the lens is zoomed making objects appear closer

On May 14, 2006 I retired from Trinity University after a long and wonderful career as an accounting professor in four universities. I was generously granted "Emeritus" status by the Trustees of Trinity University. My wife and I now live in a cottage in the White Mountains of New Hampshire ---

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With buds on the trees I was beginning to think springtime. Then April 26 brought us three inches of new snow that's not melting
In late April you have to look pretty close on your hands and knees to see the miracle of springtime not yet visible beneath decaying leaves and snow
I can at long last hear bullfrogs in our pond at night croaking for whatever bull frogs croak for at night
They don't make a sound in daytime --- probably in fear of taking flight dangling from the beaks of our aggressive crows

This week I will turn inward toward the inside of our warm cottage in the White Mountains
My account of the history of our cottage is at

The picture below has was taken in summer during our short reprieve from winter


With just the two of us in the cottage we have lots of pictures of when there were more of us
In our former homes in Michigan, Maine, Wisconsin, Florida, and Texas


With no children or grandchildren in this empty nest
Grandmothers replace them with dolls, dolls, and more dolls
These two stare back at us constantly under one of the front windows


These two dolls sit on a sheepskin we shipped while I did a gig in New Zealand
Not realizing how steep the tariff is on sheepskins imported into the USA


When we moved into this cottage ten years ago it had a circular iron staircase
Such a stairway reminded me of my youth on the USS Wisconsin Battleship


We really did not use this steep staircase very much at all
Erika had the heaviest of her 15 spine surgeries back around 2010
Around that time we gave this iron staircase to charity
It was replaced by a much more useful elevator shaft

Two things that I acquired late in life that I belatedly wish I'd had all my life
One is the bucket loader on a tractor
The other is an elevator (lift) inside the house

This is the view of our woods to the south to the south over the elevator shaft


This is the view from the lift in a southeast direction toward the Kinsman Mountain Range




This is our east view of Mt. Lafayette and Cannon Mountain
The Twin Mountain Range to the left separates the Kinsman Range from the Presidential Range


This is our northeast view (zoomed) of Mt. Washington in the Presidential Range


This is the view to the north over my computer nest
Quebec is about 75 miles north of this part of our cottage


Erika managed to nurse this poinsettia along for over a year and counting



This little girl greets guests in our dining room


These are the beds in our upstairs guest room
We bought the beds extra long for a sometimes guest who is six feet seven inches laid out in bed


On the backside of the cottage facing west is our master bedroom


Our master bedroom connects to a large bathroom that at one time had been a bedroom/den long before we owned this cottage
We put Swedish propane stoves in all of our four fireplaces since wood fireplaces cannot give out controlled instant heat


Our kitchen is small --- reminding us that was indeed once a summer cottage on the golf course of a resort


What is large in the very long and gratefully dry basement over which the cottage was moved in 1978
I suspect the cottage's move is the reason the basement ceiling is 13 feet high




More of Bob Jensen's Pictures and Stories ---

Set 01 of my cottage pictures ---
Set 02 Inside the Cottage ---
Set 03 Inside the Cottage ---\Inside\Set03\Set03InteriorCottage.htm

Indoor  Plants --- 
Amaryllis ---

Sunset Hill Hotel Resort History Set 01 ---   

After the Sunset Hill Hotel Resort was nearly all demolished in 1973, our cottage (before it was ours)
was moved in 1977 from the golf course across a tennis court and up to where the former hotel site.
I show pictures of the preparation work prior to the moving the cottage and its four fireplaces

Next I show pictures of the move to the new site 

Next I show the pictures of a 1980 spectacular fire on one of the remaining three cottages


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Stories About Growing Up

         Short story entitled My Glimpse of Heaven:  What I learned from Max and Gwen


         Short story entitled Mrs. Applegate's Boarding House (with Navy pictures)


         A Year 2000 message of love from my wife, Erika.  
She describes how a Munich street urchin became Cinderella filled with love and joy --- 


         A Year 2001 message of love from my wife, Erika


I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Sam Walter Foss (1858-1911)

Forwarded by my friend Jagdish Pathak at the University of Windsor in Canada

The lines of World renowned Poet and also a Nobel laureate, Rabindra Nath Tagore.
 He wrote (copied from Wikipedia English translation of original Bengali poem)

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou unlucky one,
open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou unlucky one,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone.

If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou unlucky one,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart
and let it burn alone.

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