John-Harrigan-Obituary

John D. Harrigan

Barrington, New Hampshire

Apr 22, 1947 – Dec 26, 2022

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April 22, 1947
DIED
December 26, 2022
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Barrington, New Hampshire

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By PAULA TRACY, InDepthNH.orgCOLEBROOK - North Country publisher, avid outdoorsman, and well-known writer John D. Harrigan of Colebrook has died at age 75.Harrigan passed away on Monday, Dec. 26, at the Upper Connecticut Valley Hospital after a long illness, according to his sister, Mary...

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Just heard of John's passing. So sorry to hear, he wrote some great stuff and we enjoyed it all. R.I.P. Mike & Kim D Freedom, NH

........like the Old Man of the Mountain and Marty Engstrom, we´ve lost another thread in the North Country fabric of society

I knew John mostly from his weekly column published in the Plymouth Record Enterprise which I have been reading ever since moving to NH. Over the years we exchanged emails and then I met him and Millie in person at a presentation he gave in Haverhill. That was when I realized Millie was in charge as she carefully watched John all evening. I will miss reading and corresponding with John. The weekly paper now has an empty place that will be difficult, if not impossible to fill.

I interviewed John late October for my YouTube channel New Hampshire Fish and Wildlife. We have been friends since the 60s. He took me on what likely was his last drive north into Pittsburg. He reminisced about growing up in Colebrook and north. I'm so sorry yo loose a NH legend. Eric Orff Epsom, NH

My sympathies to Mr. Harrigan's family and many colleagues and friends. I enjoyed his newspaper columns and when he would call into NHPR. I always think of his column whenever I see snow fleas. A life well lived but way too short.

I just learned of John's passing and wanted to send my heartfelt condolences to his family and legion of friends. John was a good friend to me, as he was to so many, and I will miss him greatly. I will never forget the time he hosted my late father and me during a surprisingly snow-filled fishing trip in Clarksville. We didn't catch anything, except maybe colds, but it remains a favorite memory of mine. Dad would periodically bring it up in conversation and always said it was one of the...