Murder in New Ipswich, a grim anniversary

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It wasn't a very good day for Gilman Spaulding  on September 19, 1842 as evidenced by this tombstone at location C141 in Central Cemetery.

I've been unable to learn more about this crime except some anecdotal evidence that his brother died in an insane asylum in Massachusetts.


Linda Bourgault offered this inventory of Gilman's Estate


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Location: New Ipswich, NH 03071, USA

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