Fremont Memories

I grew up in Fremont when it was a small family town, everyone that lived in the town new everyone else on a first name basis. You could walk to school and ride your bikes all over town with no worries. You never locked your doors and the car keys always stayed in the ignition. My Grandfather Forrest Rand was chief of police and more than half the town worked at Spaulding and Frost. What a wonderful little town it was. I now live in Exeter but my boys still consider Fremont a very big part of their childhood. Great town with many fabulous memories.

Fremont will forever be my true " Home"... I grew up there since I was born in 1981 to my parents Joan Turner and Charles Pool. The place we called home was 374 Main Street where my grandparents Walter Turner and Bernice Rand created a beautiful "home" and where I, and my brother, cousins and friends all spent our younger years creating memories and lasting stories for generations to come. My grandmother Bernice passed away on January 1st 2014 but her legacy lives on through the hearts and mind of her children, grand children and great grand children. I will always feel at home when I grace the streets of Fremont, NH and I look forward to passing those memories along to my children as well as showing them where I grew up.

I spent my entire childhood in Fremont,now live in Exeter,but never too far from the town I still call HOME.Some member of my family,either Mother's or Father's side has resided in Fremont since at least the mid-1800's,so we have a lot of history with the town.I can't think of a better place to have been raised.It has grown some since my youth,quite a few more residents now,but still a nice quiet typical country town and I'll always love it and refer to Fremont NH as my hometown.I have many,many good memories of my town,too many in fact to list,but anyone reading this who knows me most likely has similar memories and know what I'm saying.I was in town for the 225th and the 200th and I'm sure that the 250th will be every bit as memorable as those celebrations,if not grander

Being a new resident of Fremont I do not have many memories, well that was until I discovered that I had visited Fremont in the past. My husband had a friend that worked at Spaulding & Frost barrel making company that held a carnival type event. He invited us, when driving to Fremont I couldn't believe how small it was. ( I lived in the city ). However 10 years later while looking for houses Fremont was the town we decided to make our home.
Our family has learned to enjoy the country living. The wildlife that we have seen in our own back yard has been breath taking. The amount of families that have stayed committed to the Fremont community and the life of a small town. Although some things have been tough to get use to it's been great. We hope that our children will make this their home just like so many families have.

When we first came here over 30 years ago Fremont was a small insular town, too far from I93 & I95 to appeal to commuters. Timber and lumber were the principal industries and everyone knew at least 70% of the people by name. We bought our raw milk from the Peterson's and made ice cream when the cream settled to the top.

We grew our own vegetables in our acre garden which our kids were stuck with weeding, but they also reaped the rewards by having the first farm stand in Fremont. Augmenting their income by driving our small tractor all over town and rototilling those who needed it.

I learned far more about Fremont when the 'infamous' Phil Peterson, one of the town's greats, talked me into running for School Moderator and then Town Moderator but, thankfully,, I was too busy when he tried to 'con' me into running for Selectman.

Fremont is a town worth having pride in and I truly feel sorry for those that don't realize that.

Although I now live in Nottingham, Fremont will always be my home!

Fond memories of Fremont, where to start? Our family moved to Fremont in 1974 and we have not regretted the decision in all those years. Fremont is a great place to raise a family. Between the friendly people and quaint small town feeling you cannot beat it. As a kid, I remember bike riding all over Fremont and visiting every corner possible, you could always count on a friendly wave from Bessie if she was working at the diner. We would stop off at Village Market and fill a bag full of penny candy and head over to Turners dam and go fishing over at the Carrs house. I remember learning how to drive a stick shift in Mr. Stieners fields when helping with the hay. When it was legal, I remember my dad putting hay in a large trailer with lights and spooky music and driving 25 of my friends around town for Halloween. We would always stop off at the small cemetery on South road where some of his friends, including Mr. Melanson, would scare us. My sister and I also have fond memories of sledding in the sand pits that are now Mast Tree Estates and swimming in the Exeter River over at the beach on River Side Drive. We also remember the Memorial day parades and the lunches that were held in the Ellis gym where everyone would get a chance to visit. Growing up, we have good memories of the holiday parties that were held at the Town Hall and the summer parties that the Fire Department and Lions club held at Patuckaway park (who could forget the tractor greased pole with money all over it). It was and still is a safe place to grow up and we can just hope that our kids can build their own special memories.