Spring ahead Sunday
Daylight-saving time begins at 2 a.m. Sunday, March 14. In 1784, Benjamin Franklin calculated that shopkeepers could save money on candles if people reset their clocks. The dates have changed over the years; the current date was instituted in 2007.
Farmer's market proposed
Fans of farmer's markets could have a chance to shop for fresh produce in Derry soon. The town council may consider a proposal to bring a farmer's market to town.
Councilor Janet Fairbanks said area farmers have approached her, asking about the market plan.
"There is a lot of interest in that," she said.
The topic has been on council agendas in the past and may be revisited soon. A meeting of the downtown committee was scheduled to chat about the idea on Tuesday.
The head of the line
Election day sunshine brought many out to the polls. Some came and never left. Town council candidate Al Dimmock arrived at Gilbert H. Hood Middle School's polling place at 6 a.m., was first in line to cast his ballot in District 4, and then settled in outside the school for the long haul.
"I'll be here until the last vote," he said.
Do you like my hat?
Derry resident Roberta Robie never likes to leave home without a hat. At the last Town Council meeting, she appeared properly coiffed in a bright red hat. At the polls on Tuesday, Robie once again sported her stylish chapeau.
She said she liked to wear hats in tribute to her late husband. They had been married 56 years.
"It's been six years (since his death), but I still like to do it," she said.
Not so sharp shooters
During the launch of Londonderry's new economic development Web site (www.thriveinlondonderry.com) Tuesday, marketing consultant Gary O'Neil was describing the many reasons for doing business in Southern New Hampshire.
In a lighter moment he said, "You have kayakers on the Merrimack River and people riding Segways in Manchester and hunters from Massachusetts shooting at them, thinking they're deer."
Lunchtime at the polls
Reed P. Clark III was selling his historic society memorabilia at the polls Tuesday when he realized it was already 2 p.m. He was overheard calling his wife Phyllis.
"Hello, dear," he said. "It's 2 p.m. and I'm waiting for my lunch, unless you think I'm too fat. Then you can forget about it."
He had just hung up when his dear wife came through the door with a brown paper bag.
